Empty Senses

Close your eyes and read

Close your ears and listen

Someone’s work illuminated

A symphony performed

 

In a beating heart

And in every breath

This is where the pieces live

Not bound by simple pages

 

In the mind’s eye

Different for everyone

Blind men see more

Of the painter’s vision

 

A fog settled down

Muffling the world

Clouded by our senses

 

Take your time

And be beyond

Graduation

Lockers stand, hanging from their hinges

A bell rings yet no one hears

Wind howls through the halls

The only sound interrupting the silence

 

Books piled haphazardly in the corner

Overlooked by book cases gathering dust

Computers do not hum anymore

Nor do boards hold words

 

People look away as they pass by

Students scorn the likes

Grass grows slowly yellow

And birds find homes in the gutters

 

No war has broken out

No, the school year’s end instead

Everyone home, suffering in the heat

Piled under summer’s woe

Amoretti Villanelle

With every breath I write

Ink, a medium of simple love

Of a passion shining bright

 

In the darkness, words a light

An angel’s tear fallen from above

With every breath I write

 

Some do not see with such light

They view only in shades of dove

Of a passion shining bright

 

Push me down try as you might

You will not receive a pale glove

With every breath I write

 

Do not speak with words of spite

Instead whisper sweet foxglove

Of a passion shining bright

 

Rest your heart, do not fight

You are the light that I dream of

With every breath I write

Of a passion shining bright.  

 

Lady Liberty

Made by French craftsmen

For their foreign lover

Bright copper did I shine

A beacon of love for people new

 

A tiara graces my brow

A torch held firm in hand

Great words settle on my feet

 

As thousands have past me

Looking for their future

I stayed still paten

 

Films portray as a monster

Or a crumbled guard

Yet I am more

 

A time long symbol

Known by all  

Mona Lisa

Behind a pane of glass I sit

Strangers capture my image

Stroak my smooth oak frame

 

In class rooms global

My demure discussed

My father thought me beautiful

 

I had a smile bright

Yet slowly did it fade

Stolen by my many admirers

 

Many wars and joy have I seen

Sometimes displayed, a crown jewel

Others hidden in the shadow

 

Thousands of years old

Yet may beauty remains

Till time itself shall end

Jacquie and Calais Yearbbok 2013

Each mind closed

A new idea born

Without evil

There can be no good

 

Met in the past

Together in the present

Meet again in the future

Always changing, never forgetting

 

My dears, goodbye, see you soon

Our time together was good

Big shoes must I feel

Although not undaunted

 

Words cannot express

My undying love for you

You raised me, my mothers

Through times of joy and sorrow

 

Disney your gift to me

Properties a passionate future

If one day, I work a film

A single fairy rose I shall leave for you

 

Face to face, years till we see

Yet here in ink I shall write

To you so you may hear

How your child has grown

 

With love, thanks and sorrow

Tinkerbell

 

Happy Birthday Jacquie

A lifetime building for this moment

Adulthood within your grasp

As you go off into the world

Remember your roots

 

I may not have mentioned it

But I simply adore you

You changed my life for the better

And inspired a passion

 

Life has thrown many troubles your way

Yet here you stand

A beautiful, successful lady

Of whom a proud to be a friend

 

I was standing around

And nothing bad was happening

Yet I found my cheeks stained with tears,

I relized I was losing you

 

I now the future will pull us apart

But I beseech you to stay in touch

I promise to send interrobang in the mail

Made with love and hope

 

When I see your art among the books

My heart swells with pride

I am pleased and honor to fill the shoes you leave behind

And hope to due them justice.

 

Little more than a week we have together

But I am not sad

Because we had two years of happiness

And many more to come

 

Happy birthday sweetheart

I’m glad you exists

Keep it up

And keep in touch

Spots of Time

My spot of time is not a land

Tainted with muddy steps

Of others seeking solstice

Not a bird crying out

Nor another living soul

Here I am truly alone

My spot, a book, thick with words

Which thousands have also found

Upon the screen a loss

But lost in its pages I’m found

Embraced in crisp pages

The outer world fades away

It’s not lonely in this bound in world

No, my friends of youth live here

As each volume of time released

I grew in my self

Lead in hand by the author’s breath

Forever imprinted on my soul

Which book, you ask, has power

To pull the reader in

And watch her age

Smiling as the addiction grows great

No words vile does it hold

But a wizard and his owl

I, inspired by her love of knowledge

Driven through the pages

I pen this now

She, the reason I force to write

And excel in education’s grasp

Her I have to thanks

Who needs a role model of flesh

When a perfect one in ink lives

When my mind becomes murky with life’s woes

Into this spot of time a dive

Content once more.