i love to love

love that mine eyes open in the morning 
and i remember that i have loved and just 

maybe have also been, in this mundane 

sojourn, a fortuitous longevity of life 

 

that my heartbeat was in sync with my 

siblings and lifelong friends i've made, 

‘Mi Mamasita’ in giving me birth, now she 

too has been reborn onto an eternal 

transcendent realm 
 

i love my partner, my wife, of thirty-seven 

years and how she has made my heart 

beat with a flurry and my spirit dance, she 

has opened mine eyes to a joy that replaced 

a sadness within 
 
i love the trees that sway in wind and are  

home to birds that sing, squirrels that play, 
the flora that tickle their rooted feet, and 
the stream that runs along waving with 

many ‘hi’s’ of ripples running by 
 
i love the ocean and its tides that roar upon  

the shore In sunlight by day shimmying with  

silver delight and in the noir of night it becomes  

a mirror to the stars as the moonbeams kiss 

the sea 
 
i love that i have been given this gift of life with  

eyes to witness, mine ears to listen to its music, 

hands to touch and feet to run, a spirit of dance, 

but most of all, a heart that beats in rhythm with 

Love~ 

 

  

the verve of life

 

~i write words so that my heart and spirit may purge 

the tethers of the mundane, especially those of 

sadness and pain left behind from your absence, 

the void, the grief 

 

have read the words written from those before me

 
whose wisdom garner the notion that life is to be lived 

by embracing all its fibers of calm and joy as well as

 

those of sorrow and pain, being witness to the verve

of Life~  

breath of Nature

~ i do not claim this photo mine, but i wish all to know
that mine eyes capture Nature's canvas, oh so sublime

if my words send vibrations to thine soul whilst the spirit
dances with the universe at tow

then my connection to this aesthetic beauty of Nature's
dress shall be as a conduit to thine Soul~.

~lately~

lately, so much around me is tugging at my heartstrings, 

causing my feet to slow, my spirit to cease the dancing, 

the verve of life, its energy, is waning 

still, mine eyes take pleasure in the beauty of trees  

and flora while the sounds of fauna and nature of 

their being thus still excite me 

 

to close mine eyes for sleep and rest, lay still my body, 

listening in the silence of nocturnal stay where now 

my solitude is at play 

 

i wish and hope when i awaken, if i‘m gifted another day, 

that yesterday’s angst from manifestations of human vitriol 

and hate are forgotten and i can begin again~ 

 

~i am

 ~i witnessed not so long ago, the light, my light within, 

in that i am a conduit of energy that is begotten by 

that or who, from which i began  
 
i am but the makeup of all the vibrations of music, mine 

ears have listened to, the song birds, the wind, the  

ripples in streams, the waves of the ocean 

 

am the verve that exalts the deer, the wolf, the bear, 

when mine eyes have seen the morning’s delight of 

Sun, as the eagle soars, osprey glides till the dusk until 

noir of night replaces daylight, when then the moon 

dances with stars  

 

this, i am~ 

Still I Rise

 

"You may write me down in history

With your bitter, twisted lies,

You may trod me in the very dirt

But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?

Why are you beset with gloom?

’Cause I walk like I've got oil wells

Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,

With the certainty of tides,

Just like hopes springing high,

Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?

Bowed head and lowered eyes?

Shoulders falling down like teardrops,

Weakened by my soulful cries?

Does my haughtiness offend you?

Don't you take it awful hard

’Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines

Diggin’ in my own backyard.

You may shoot me with your words,

You may cut me with your eyes,

You may kill me with your hatefulness,

But still, like air, I’ll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?

Does it come as a surprise

That I dance like I've got diamonds

At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history’s shame

I rise

Up from a past that’s rooted in pain

I rise

I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,

Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.

Leaving behind nights of terror and fear

I rise

Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear

I rise

Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,

I am the dream and the hope of the slave.

I rise

I rise

I rise."

Maya Angelou - Still I Rise" from And Still I Rise: A Book of Poems, 1978.