Welcome to The Poet's corner here you will find some of the work I have done. I started writing poetry around the age of 15 . I was inspired to write by things I had faced in my life growing up. I found writing as a way to let go many of the hurt pain I felt inside Be sure to check back often as I' am always adding new work .Allot of what I write comes from my heart. I think my poetry say so much about who I' am . I guess I'm somewhat a mystical dreamer looking for my castle in the sky wanting to ride that mystical unicorn and go off to never land.. Hope you enjoy my writing so sit back get comfortable and enjoy your virtual journey into my world. 

A DESERT ROSE

Wild Rose growing in the hot desert sand
you can hear the howl of the coyote in the distance
such a mysterious beauty in this desert flower
the haunting power of a man desire.

coyote powerful cry 
as the morning sun arises 
so does this desert flower.

Dancing in the shadows
hidden in the beauty of the night
this desert flower stands and grows.
The morning comes, gently you hear
the coyote powerful cry
so peaceful under the hot blazing sun
alone stands the desert rose.
 
It's mint leaves look
harmful. It's prickles look hurtful. 
soft petals weather desert storms
such warmth this flower gives
from the heaven above stands a desert rose.

The fragrance sweet the perfume rare
this flower still lives on
in the desire of one man's eye
 Through the rage of mighty storms and torments 
the rose is untouchable.
In the desert achieves a haunting beauty.

Desert breezes wave through .
Dry from desert air with suppressed desire,
Mystical cult of beauty erotic mysterious
in the distance.
through the haunting soul wrenching howls of the coyote
the man desire runs, his love for this one woman
the desert rose.

Allot like me

Prim and proper, Such a young woman
you walk with feminine poise 
such a delicate belle a lovely rosebud
aimlessly drifting back to yesterday.
I can image bearing you giving you life
now I can see parts of my younger years
as a young gal reflecting in you.
your ash-blonde hair how you fret over every perfect strand. 
I want so much to overprotect you
to take you under my wing shelter
to protect you from the harsh coldness of the period of time, Life story .
But coping with the actuality 
is it my primal fright
of my little girl growing up or of I growing old 
of protecting my daughter 
from the mistakes I have made in my life
but I have faith in you I' am proud of you 
that you will chose the right path in life
and I know you will take on each challenge in life
for you are allot like me my beautiful daughter 


Through an artist eyes

A certain attractiveness about her
confidence portray her as an image of a well kept woman
a pleasances about her ideas her hopes and dreams
a mystical thinker
uncertain about time to come
perchance living in the existence of her past

looking for the answer to the question
she so long needed forgiveness to
how could she justify the mistakes she had made in her life
when she look in the mirror reject was all she could see
she kept making promises to her self she couldn't keep
there was not where left to fall 
no more room left inside to hide the hurt pain she bared for so long

perhaps life had given her a jaded soul
wearing her heart on her sleeve
non payment kindness was all she had ever offer
in return asking for little but acknowledgement and acceptance

there is no refining the mistakes she had made 
but how does she get beyond her pass always longing for that attention
trying to swear to her self there nothing wrong singing life same old song
perhaps tomorrow she will find that enter strength her soul needs
through her own artistic eyes


Desire At the dawning of sunrise


It the break of the day
in the early morning hour
the dawning of the sunrise
the splendor ballad
of the bird call

waking you with a sensational kiss
the soft caress of your touch
I feel a calmness in your embrace
arousing the woman in me
the smell of you the warmth of your lips
makes me tingle the strong hold of your grip
embracing me nestle in your arms
I feel safe and secure
the glow of the morning light
traces your face

everything about you drives me with a yearning
powerful sensual desire
longing to stay in bed till forenoon
on a hot mid summer day
the cool light breeze
blowing across the bareness of our bodies
captivated bye you
 
entranced sweet succulent desire
lets make love all day long
for your the man of my dreams my destiny
now it half past morning laying here happily 
I love everything the early morning bring
in the dawning of the sunrise



Gentle Giant

He was the gentle giant
ruff around the edges yet compassion in his heart
he reminded you of a tough grizzly bear or maybe a tiger
he always had this sheepish sly smile about him
children love him perhaps for they portray him as a big kid
He was a devoted family man a hard worker
loving husband caring father
you could always turn to him with a question
he was a man of perfection he took each task at hand slowly
driven to get it just down pat
to his eyes you were ascertain
that his devotion and loyalty to his wife
was everything that made a man
now the here now are no longer
when you enter the house there an emptiness about it
you imagine to see him sitting there
at the table joking with his wife as he drink his coffee
reads the morning paper
but he has gone to another place another time
for he the gentle wind that blunder
the glistering winter snow
the star in the promise land of the heavens
that light the sky at night
and in our memory we are knowledge
that he has not really left us
for one day we will be reunited with him again



Lets Go To Grandmas

I often went to grandma house
in my adolescent years
But there were no fresh yummy scent of
grandma in the kitchen baking cookies
I wasn't grandma little helper
she didn't pinch my cheek like grandma do
I didn't get to help her in the garden
or go to church with her on a Sunday afternoon
On my birthday there was no frilly dress
made by my grandma hands that she had sew
you see this kind loving hearted woman
I never got a chance to know
My grandma died a year before I was put
on this heavenly earth I guess God love her more
and I know when I leave this place
I'll be able to say Lets go to Grandma



Hidden Treasure

Search for the hidden treasure
It jewels are more richer 
Than diamonds and rubies and frankincense
Splendor in fragrance of perfumes
heavenly scent
Elegance and poise behold the gift
of a kind hearted woman
peasants bow to the grace of this
Cleopatra before there eyes
she came to the kingdom knowing 
the secret to the valuable
yet far away in the valley and the kingdom 
people search for the hidden treasure
that got berried years ago
People begrudging they have the riches 
for there own determined to defeat
there fellow man hateful to harm 
there neighbor selfish to cheat a friend 
as long as they own the treasure
victory is there in the end
will they turn to heavenly father
come the jury day 
and ask for forgiveness 
for there sinful way
will they behold the treasure more
richer than gems
for the answer is our heavenly father
glorify in God in the end


Angel in Heaven

A gift so special one Month is all we had 
A time of anguish, but of Love 
l want to grasp each moment, to captivate each tear
Of fragile long lashes her eyes first opening
Of tiny finger's. 
The light from Heaven that still glows around her smile.

Cradled in my arm's as l held her, one last time
A child of the Lord's 
l can't understand his love for her
So greater then a parent's 

Now her suffering is over, no more pain will she endure 
As she lies sleeping peacefully
l know that this is not the end 
Only until tomorrow for someday, when God has chosen me 
I too will walk down that long path,
To join her once more.
until we meet again, sleep peacefully my angel in Heaven


Seasons of Life

fresh scent of the spring showers
Dew on the grass
garden splendor from
the fresh April rain
in the forest a mother deer
and her doe
summer sun heavens ray
sweet song of the robin
a child is born 
Mother nature turn the leaves
marvelous colors
geese circle flight 
the fall season has set in
Winter turn the nights cold
bears hibernation
snow falling outside the window
fire warm inside the log cabin
a tired old soul grows old
The changing season that of ones life
Oh how I want to be a child again 
to dance in the spring rain
tan in the summer sun without 
worrying about the hole in the owe zone
burring the dog in the fall leaves
feel snow on my tong
making snow angel frosty the snow men
When seeing Santa brought joy
a period of time reflection changes 
oh ode to the Seasons Of Life 

Tag your it

Ill never forget the day you came into my world 
the doctor look up at your daddy
and my eyes filled with so much joy
I couldn't help crying when he said
you have a little boy

through the years your growing up 
more with each passing time
yesterday you were beginning to walk
and learning your nursery rhymes
before I know it there will be first dates
Dad can I borrow the car?
then your acceptance to college
as you move away and kiss my cheek
saying mom don't worry
I know you won't be far

If I only I could freeze time
and keep you just as you are
But for now I will put off everything
mommy has to do today
to be a 7 year old again
come on sweetie lets go play
tag your it!!!  

                          
     The Perception Of Growing Old

The recollection of my mamma has develop into a special gift 
the past times of yester years has become splendor moments
the yearning to lay eyes on each memory 
the giggles ,the tear every convey of feeling ever shared
 times of love joyfulness and fear
 are conditioned emotion
that long in the back of my mind

I often watch her determination from day to day
not give up on life at hand
the remembrance I have of the times spent together
my mother my best friend
the one person I could turn to 
when the soul being of my existence got ruff
She was the kind of person who was determined 
to show you could not give up
ruff around the edges yet but gentle heart
Her tenderheartedness always shine through
now I watch her sitting alone in a nursing home
she turning old tired gray
the sign of ageing now show on her face drifting off to sleep in her favorite chair
   
 struggling to stay awake to converse about the day advents
what has happen to the wind beneath my wings
is this what we have to face 
The perception of growing old

 
Whisper

Her hair had a sudden more hint
of gray today but she still had
that same sparkle in her eyes
the one that look like God lifted
the sunlight and reflected it
in the image of her face.

I sat there today and observed
her .I could see her exploration
to find her youth. She had a
playfulness about her the way
she giggle when she spoke of
her male companion . 

That of a young hearted school girl
the more I study her I could see
the aging it was in her hands
as she struggled to pick up a glass
as I ponder tomorrow would she have 
the retentiveness to recall who I was
Would I be a stranger in her eyes

I wanted to seize the moment 
That instant to turn back to
yester years but I knew I was imagining
a time I once knew
a time of life only to be capture
in my mental memory
as the doctor proceeded
she is not the woman you once knew
my only reply she is My Mother



Yesterday

Yesterday is gone
tomorrow will be brighter
is what my father always said to me
He was a man who never gave up hope
and and always held on to his dreams

Crying because some boy had brook my heart
he turn to me and say
you will meet your true love
the man of your dreams
perhaps tomorrow but you will someday 


My father was the type of person
who never held on to regret
he was a wise man not afraid
of a hard work day
Not always one for showing emotion
perhaps for the simple reason
of expressing the words to say


When the going got tuff
you could always see the determination 
in his tired eyes
he was a fighter a survivor
up until the day he died 

Some day's I wake up
and I wonder how I'm going to make it
through another of life's test
then I look towards the heavens
and I hear the words of my father
that he use to say to me
Yesterday is gone
tomorrow will be brighter
just you wait and see