Full Speed Ahead

A tornado is she
With varying speed and force
The better the gift
The faster her speed
The more forceful her impact

The day she received her Mustang

A day of deep reckoning
Taking the stairs severally
Screaming her own siren
Louder than all three combined
The fire, the police, the ambulance

She took the stairs

Three at a perfect time
Full speed, full throttle
Coming at me forcefully
If I hadn’t braced myself
Against the impending storm
Would have been knocked down
Ever so joyfully
--My dream has loved paper so much for so long because it gave influence to the parched voice of a fashionista poet. Finding this outlet, that voice is now replete with expressive sound.

For Those Who Have No One

They say the holidays are the hardest

Solitude is pronounced, shouted

No one hears the cry of the lonely

Watching families thronging in, hugging

Singing, eating, laughing, kissing

No one sees the loneliness of the alone

Far away from loved ones who miss

The joy, the laughter, now a memory

The heart longs for what the heart misses

The silent cry of the lonely resonate

No tree to decorate, no turkey trimmings

No stockings stuffed, no embrace

Inner light's extinguished for now

The ache is so deep it cracks dry land

Take heart, you who are alone this season

Find a comedy show on that channel

Plug in a comedy movie to laugh-cry

But laugh, really laugh to alleviate the pain

Laugh, really laugh to gladden your heart

Laugh, really laugh; you have no choice

Bundle up, eat ice cream; fill your diary

I understand dinner for one; I've been there

See the flip side of that: all that's for you

Write songs, dream of the New Year

This, too, shall pass, I promise

Make your heart feel and see tomorrow

TRY to be happy, be merry, be joyful

This, too, shall pass, I promise     

--My dream has loved paper so much for so long because it gave influence to the parched voice of a fashionista poet. Finding this outlet, that voice is now replete with expressive sound.

Gestures of Love

I talk too much for no cause

He writes, “Shush,”

With manliness on my lashes

Butterflies flutter nonstop

My breath evaporates on his face

My heart runs a cross-country race

Do not ever let my lips be free

Cover them with our future

Entwine my fingers with luck

Entwine my feet with haste

He carries me on his lap

Eyes talk when lips refuse

Permitting magic to infuse

Pour bumps on my receptive skin

Arm holds my back to his side

A way he found to make me helpless

My breath catches me unaware

Hold my hand for no reason

Let the electricity sizzle

Let sugary words drizzle

I am here to stay   

--My dream has loved paper so much for so long because it gave influence to the parched voice of a fashionista poet. Finding this outlet, that voice is now replete with expressive sound.

Motions of River

Vibrant river strong in faith
Motions of colorful nations
In prayer
In hymns
In adoration
Glorifying
Kneeling streams run as one
Standing in unified fluid motion
Coursing in one grateful chant
Sitting rivers ebb and flow
Moved by the tides of devotion
Without undue clues and prompts
Like breathing air, knowing when to glide
Unlike television audience’s cued applause
Genuflecting
Shaking hands
In prayers
In hymns
In adoration
Glorifying
Place that camera the world over
Capture motions of fluid rivers
My Catholic motions of river
Regardless of continent
Regardless of language
Countries glide simultaneously
Like abundant rivers of the world

Flowing gracefully at God’s command

--My dream has loved paper so much for so long because it gave influence to the parched voice of a fashionista poet. Finding this outlet, that voice is now replete with expressive sound.