Craving My Bed Poem

Photo courtesy of Creative Commons "Colour Palette" by Pager PG

"Bed? Where Do You Dwell?"

Sweet mystery of bed
where do you dwell?
In my mind
somewhere in my head?

Perchance we shall
meet up soon.
As I toil by the
twilight of the moon.

My body craves rest
as I long to doze
off in my nest.

S. © 11/9/06 6:24 p.m.

Encompassed By Night

Photo provided by Creative Commons "Moonlight Road" by Andres Otarola

Captured by the
ethereal darkness of night
that sweeps in
with it's cloak of sadness.

I feel sad and alone
against the backdrop
of the majestic moon.

The stars dancing
like butterflies
over my head
as if speaking
a language all their own.

Left awestruck in the
beauty that surrounds me.
For this is a silent sight.
S. ©9/28/06 12:06a.m.

I Let Go

Photo provided by Creative Commons "Cry" by Cicero Fonseca

Down I came,
YOU,
glanced at another.
My breath stifled,
YOURS free.

The whole night,
I,
gazed at YOU.
YOU,
gazed back.

Why,
couldn't
WE,
be together?

Jealousy struck,
as my thoughts,
wonderred...?
did you care,
now, for HER?

As OUR gazes met,
did you realize,
I CARED BACK.

The night ended,
me...?
I LET GO!
S. ©9/15/90

New Dawning

Photo (with permission) "Spring Bouquet" by Emily M. Hanson

Deeply suspending my emotions,
unleashing forth new thoughts.

Waiting for the new dawn to awaken,
my veiled eyes.
Covered under a dark mask of a cloud.

Slowly evaporating as the sun
beams brighter.
Stretching forth, beginning again.
S. ©2/1/90

Etch a Vision

Photo (with permission) "Dolphins At Play" by Lauren Gary

Were you and I seated here,
I would etch a vision across
your mysterious mask.

Could I possibly
rattle tendrils
of acute creativity?

Together we would
watch oceans stretch
for centuries.

Were you and I so unique
I would not hinder thoughts
that cross your
evading eyes.

Could I possibly
speak volumes
of unexplained knowledge?

Together we would
sketch silently
you and I
you and I....
S. ©10/21/91

1990 The New Decade

Photo (with permission) "Sunrise" by Dean

Changes occur as the new decade arrives.
Past memories,
buried away.
All is new again.
Time for new dreams,
and new goals.

Not stopping to reflect,
on what is past,
but hoping for a brighter tomorrow.

How a decade flies,
how fast a new one arrives.
Days of a child,
now grown to an adult.

Immature choices,
now thoughtful considerations.
Little dolls and playhouses,
now computers and art magazines.
Childish ways,
now a mature lady.

Thoughts of yesterday wiped away...
S. ©1/1/90

The Library

Photo provided by Creative Commons "Library" by Fahad Ali

Still, quiet,
serene...
A place of tranquillity...

Solitude floats through the air;
rising higher,
and filling ever crevice
of my being.

A place that lightens
the loads I bear.
It surrounds,
like a comforting friend.

Always waiting for me
to reappear...
S. ©11/89

"Suave"

Photo provided by Creative Commons "Abstract Melts" by re_birf

Across from me you sit,
caught up in your own world.
A look of success,
and piercing blue eyes.
You look like my unattainable dream.
Am I alive?
Can I breathe...?
My pulse beats faster each minute.

Can we ever be a reality?
Do I deserve such craftsmanship?

In your presence
my body slowly melts,
but your wouldn't understand.

All alone in your material world...
S. © 12/4/89

You Stumble Me

Photo provided by Creative Commons "Le Touqet By Night" by Mike Warren

You are so blind
I will erase you
from my mind.

Stumbling from
your non-verbals
foiled between
your transparencies.

Must I cartwheel
emotionally across
your face
and break this web of lace?

Can you speak to me
beyond silent images
or are we destined
to scatter across time?

S. © 12/16/98

Symmetrical Line

Photo provided by Creative Commons "Parked and Lined" by Elfonse

I'm sittin here in symmetrical time
waiting as though suspended on a line.

At the click of the clock the minutes dance past
tick tock.

More than four centuries ago
others stood in my place
waiting for time to flow.

As I sit in this place
life passes by like a race.

The stars all aligned in the sky
while silent souls wish to fly.

Oh what a historical night
that I am here to witness this sight.

S. © 2/2/2002 20:02

If Only In Human Hearts

Photo by David Singleton South Bank Twilight Mirage

The artist seeks
eschalants
of disguise,

and if becoming vapouress
were possible

there would
never be a need for
evading eyes.

Parading chaotically
in his upper chamber,
the artist seeks
idyllic intelligences
of
many mirages
which seldom
co-exist in
human hearts.

S. © July 1, 1993

Faces Pass By As Histories

Photo (with permission) "Bounty" by Nigel Inglis

Finding my journey
on the silent road of life,
people's faces
pass by as histories
I have seen
and walked.

The knowledge
on my closet
door lays hidden
like a soft cloth
worn from use.

Secretely I play
games as though
dancing internally
to the rhythms
of spirit, self, soul.

My candle inside
could light up
the stars in the sky.

Meteors collide, I breathe
your name.

S. © October 17, 2000 3:30pm

How Humanity Lives Like Lions

Photo by Colin Gregory Palmer 2005-07-10 - United Kingdom - England - London - Edith Cavell - Humanity - Pigeon


I
wearily wonder,
how humanity
lives like,
lions
maliciously monopolizing
MATERIALISM.


Meanwhile,
their tenacious
hungry hearts,
lie lonely
inward
sequacious silence.


Primitive people,
never nuturing
their timely
habitual happiness.

S. © July 7, 1992

Written on a barge on the Essequibo River, Guyana

Destined For Greatness

Photo (with permission)"Bubblelicous" by Randy

I shocked, heartfelt sick
that you could scarcely hold me
breathing vapours of sadness
I wondered if you existed at all.

Caught up in your egos
and merrygoround world,
I was just a stop gap on your tour bus of life
Destined for greatness, I soar on.

S. ©9/26/06 12:33a.m.