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On every one occasion
Every time we meet
A special little happening
Dancing little feet

On every one occasion
Washing dishes sleek
Slinky memory moments
Dancing cheek to cheek









a poem from the collection Painted Toenails in Nortons Grate - Love with Varnish Appplied available by clicking here

October

Of course because of reason
One can consider to care
& because the reader is special
Good reason for words to share







a poem from the collection Painted Toenails in Nortons Grate - Love with Varnish Appplied available by clicking here

Line and Lineage

I lose myself in poetry
I lost myself in life
I find myself in poetry
I found myself in life

In illness nothingness brings calm
In health restlessness brings chaos
A loss of concentrated thought
A linear progressive decline

Always a regret of bodily abuse
Always an ability to continue to misuse
Possessions, provisions, personal love
Tripartite imbalance of action and deed

The myself
That I find in poetry
O that the same self
I could find in life




a poem from the collection Painted Toenails in Nortons Grate - Love with Varnish Appplied available by clicking here

Woven wire

Painted toenails the giveaway
Symbolic richness, an island castaway
Whose cymbal I once stroked lightly

Brushed with sensuous sensitivity
Tingles for the no longer single
Sweet, bright, intense of night

Danced until the moon wained
Talked through to the dawn
Excitement of acquaintance

Wake of a bright new morning
Gang-time of a breakfast
Rich stories, with secret smiles

Weekend life and weeks away
The wonder of the why
The magic about to find out

Burst visions; no more to know
Broken dreams, apart in reams
Painted toenails; rhyme not reason



a poem from the collection Painted Toenails in Nortons Grate - Love with Varnish Appplied available by clicking here

Last Time

Always on the last line
Cynicism less than sublime
Always follow the light, twist
Away from stabs in the dark

Perhaps a breakthrough
See, here I go again

Climb high in mind and mood
Fly at over thirty-thousand feet
Yet for every high spot, I
Pull on the lead lined boots

Aware that in command
The lights shine luminous through

& on this occasion there is no
Last line
See, I so nearly made it







a poem from the collection Painted Toenails in Nortons Grate - Love with Varnish Appplied
available by clicking here