Miss America

Not Too Much To Ask

gimme the sounds of soft jazz
when the evening sun goes down
street lights shining around me
as I cruise about the town

gimme a tall glass of wine
filled with sparkling chardonnay
sipping quietly in my chair
as I slowly end my day

gimme the evening news at six
the bad mixed well with the good
present it to me in such a way
that it can be easily understood

gimme her touch in the morning
as she slowly opens her brown eyes
please fill my bowl with hello's
and an equal sized bowl of goodbyes

gimme the mysteries of religion
unanswered questions I will ask
unfiltered and all raw truths
revealed from behind the mask

gimme all the unrest and violence
along with peace and tranquility
let me get Windex for the mirror
so I can get a better look at me
and seek pen and paper
to write about it

The Way It's Supposed To Be

silent audience
eyes transfixed upon stage lights of multi-colored hue
awaiting the commencement of the evening’s entertainment

announcements concluded
the opening notes from Noel Pointer’s violin
hovering above the frozen throng
a leaf is shaken from its place of birth
fluttering to the earth without a sound
 
she is
as Coltrane plays abstract soliloquies
she is
as Hendrix blows my mind with virtuosity
she is
as classic jazz sounds make sweet love to my ears
as I recline
resigned to dwell in wondrous transfixation

the way it’s supposed to be

summer sunset
island breezes conquering the August humidity
she holds my hand
as seagulls sing in motion above us
no words needing to be spoken
a gentle caress
a moment frozen to examine facial details
the smoothness of her lips
emerging stars refle...

I'll Wait

when I ask you
I need to know
do I go east or west
north or south
which way will not hurt my pocket
so I can save a few coins to spend on you

I need to know
so I don't interfere with your mood
to keep peace in our happy home
I can table my inquiry
for a better time and space and place
just let me know the answer
when I get my chance to ask

should I run in front of you
to protect you from whatever
just let me know
so I can put on my breastplate of righteousness
and gird my loins
to insure our passage is safe
and if I need to
I can round up the posse

not bringing stress to the table
but like the good book says
men are from Mars
women are from Venus
and I just want our galaxies aligned
so when I ask the question
and get the answer
we can glide through the universe
like they sang a...

You Can Approach Me Now

my intent
for this to be squeaky clean
content acceptable for any poetry contest
or submission to any literary magazine

edible and palatable
safe to enjoy like cotton candy
make your foot tap to Miles Davis
snap your fingers to WC Handy

this was supposed to
make you nod your head and blankly agree
to any wrong doings in the world
your neighborhood and country

I tried to make this
politically correct and middle of the aisle
have the token in hand and ready to insert
as you glide through the subway turnstile

make the cashiers happy
as you get to checkout with correct change
observe insurrection and injustice
and never once think it strange

the intent of this thing
listenening to you talk and take it all in as fact
and I use great internal restraint
‘cause my parents taught me how to act

this poem is to
...

Rain Check

I promised no one in particular
besides me
that I would sit myself down
flip the light switch
listen for the sounds of my computer coming to life
wait for desktop icons to appear
the moment is silent
someone is waiting for me to write something that I never promised to do today
wasn’t on my
to-do list
my
honey-do list
I procrastinate
again
maybe 
I’ll get around to doing it tomorrow
but I am in front of this thing
lit up
dressed up
awaiting my command to address society
impropriety
blackness
whiteness
anything to do with
my love for you
for us
for our people
maybe a prayer to Him
if I die before I wake
please don’t take away my pen
until I finish what I promised to no one in particular
that I would write something today
half glass empty<...

Miss America

to read my poem

gonna cost me ten dollars

find another trick

Not Too Much To Ask

gimme the sounds of soft jazz
when the evening sun goes down
street lights shining around me
as I cruise about the town

gimme a tall glass of wine
filled with sparkling chardonnay
sipping quietly in my chair
as I slowly end my day

gimme the evening news at six
the bad mixed well with the good
present it to me in such a way
that it can be easily understood

gimme me her touch in the morning
as she slowly opens her brown eyes
please fill my bowl with hello's
and an equal sized bowl of goodbyes

gimme the mysteries of religion
unanswered questions I will ask
unfiltered and all raw truths
revealed from behind the mask

gimme all the unrest and violence
along with peace and tranquility
let me get Windex for the mirror
so I can get a better look at me
and seek pen and paper
to write about it

Publish Me

pages of my life 
turning faster than October leaves
falling
chased around the backyard with a rake and plastic bag
armfuls gathered
attempts to dump them inside half open
mischievous plastic containers
silently cursing the sudden breeze
shaking it
closing it
suddenly closing its mouth
just as I am about to feed it
treacherous twigs bursting through its thin frame
leading handfuls of leaves to freedom

hours passing
days
years
pages turning
too busy to stop and proofread

I am older now
pages continuing to turn
as I grudgingly submit to change
tears
earmark the beginning of new chapters
and I am wise enough to know
that some day
my book will be completed

God

I hope it is a best seller

Confidential

you don't know
you assumed
went and told the whole story
holes in the beginning
middle
the end
chapter not closed
but left ajar
once upon a time
and
happily ever after
false narratives
because you didn't ask somebody
and certainly
didn't ask me
because you know
would have got nothing from me
started the day with house money
played all day
and never come up with three cherries
bars
lucky sevens in your slot machine
went home with the house
taking all of your money
because
you don't know
didn't ask somebody
'cause you do know
I would never tell you

PawPaw's Prayer

to be the best PawPaw I can be
and shower you with love and kisses
until the right one comes along
and transforms from miss to missus

to be your umbrella in the rain
and provide to you an arch of safety
to give you the freedom of expression
and always satisfy your curiosity

to be the bridge you never see
if mommy is not able at the time
to be the period in your sentence
and be the last word in your rhyme

to be the sentinel with a shotgun
standing ready at the front door
when those approach with ill interest
want to exceed what you are ready for

to be the loudest voice heard
watching from the stands while you cheer
to dry your tears when you are afraid
and know that PawPaw will be near

to know that mommy will be the light
shining upon the path you tread
clothing and shelter and comfort 
always providing the daily...