Culinary Masterpiece

smooth black serving dish on
nubby turquoise linen
long graceful fingers slide
steaming breasts of
exquisite culinary artistry onto
centre stage
rustling of verdant parslied curtains
brushed aside by
mounding attaches in parade dress
sienna's drizzling from the height of fancy

slight tinkling ring of expensive wine glasses
poured and filled with clearly delicate eau-de-vie
ringing of one urgent moment's opportunity
nervous footsteps hurrying to join destined voices

gently smiling faces ripple on clear blue waters of
smoothly flowing rivers with
softest beds of grasses lining all the banks

rising celsius temperatures vibrate earthy drawn emotions as
steamy veiled intentions rise from polite conversations like
undulating rhythms from glimmering mirages in desert regions
of the heart

murmured sounds of gracefulness mix with ringing, clinking, tinkling
and softly muffled musicality's of jovial trivialities in
flavored savored waltzes of mutual admiralities

tick of time in ticking clocking orders down from deep night tocking
reminiscent of the docking of a rowboat on the grasses flocking to
the banks of rivers shocking with the forward knocking of the boat
to shore

scraping chairs in unisemble, shuffling footsteps to
assemble by the orifice through which fate of late had
opportuned

long slow good-byes and fond agreement of an interest in
retrievement of the essence of the evening's thrilled momentus of
achievement amid the closing of the door

then a sigh, a slightened shutter as the feeling of the flutter of the
heartbeat as enchantment floats about the room
slowly, eyes closed in enhancement, dancing to the scene's
romance lent effervescent coalescing attitude
remembrance of a lowered eye glance, touching hand upon a hand
dance, thoughts revealed in talk aside chance

a windowed gaze upon the moon

Flowtrvlr

©2002

Boundaries

Boundaries, like fences -- keep out or keep in

No trespassing this marker, or transference within

No No No NO NO -- reads the sign on the gate

Boundaries, like fences -- are not meant to tempt fate

Inside is protected and safe for one's own

Outside are outlaws who seek for one's gold

Inside are one's treasures -- love, wisdom and trust,

Esteem, joy, and memories -- be they diamonds or rust

Outside are provokers and ill-gotten gains,

Thieves, rustlers, and liars on runaway trains

Boundaries, like fences need strong reinforcement

When used to defend the prized brood mares, and horses

Boundaries, like fences need watchers and guardians

When rustlers and thieves come to holes meant for watering

All the prized treasures and gifts of the owners of

Boundaries

Boundaries, like fences need mending when breached

And wear down more quickly as assaults do repeat

Boundaries, like fences can stand just so long

When left unattended, their gates left unarmed

And gates left unarmed around boundaries, like fences

Without posts and cross beams, are useless defenses

When used to defend all the useless endeavors

Of those who are used to befriending the fair-weather

Friends of the careless, the thoughtless, whatever's

Of those who make poor use of all their great treasures

And boundaries

Heads up

~~~~~~~flow~~~~~~

Flowtrvlr

©2002

She Collects Broken Hearts

She collects broken hearts

Like seashells and autographs

Stuffs them in drawers filled with

Knickknacks and photographs

Tucked next to letters from lovers

Tied up in bright

Ribbons that trail along

Never quite giving them up

A thread carries on

Till the next one comes in

(Barely pausing for breath

Between kisses)

She never gives in

To the death of one

Leaving them strewn

All around her parameters

Mixing them in with her

Present day paramours

Filling her life to the brim

With these amateurs

Keeping forever her part

Of the life of them

Hidden from sight

Yet still anchored

Inside of her

Fitful, in fevered daze,

They toil on

In spite of her

Wearing away all resistance

The sight of her

Diligent efforts at keeping

Escape at bay

(Let's them reveal her true nature)

Leaving her battle-torn

Weary from keeping them

Prisoner, she's wearing thin

Still she refuses them

Never will let them go

Though they wreck havoc

In her empty shell of a soul

She's a winner in her own

Perverted sick mind

Of a lovely game

Holding on to these

Lost pieces of fame

That once beat

For her only

Now lost in time

They relentlessly turn in graves

She now makes her home in this hell

(Her collection of old broken hearts)

Flowtrvlr

©2003/2010

Over and Done

How do you know when it's over and done

When over is over and over is done

When wrong can't be righted and over can't be come

When something is empty and all's come undone

No whisper, no silence can speak to my ear

No voices, no calling, no words I can hear

There's simply no way to retrieve what I fear

Is over and over is way overdone

So I'll leave without saying good-bye now, my dear

Like you left me forever long ago as I'd feared

On my heart is your imprint, all faded with tears

But I'll heal in good time, now I'm done

You reached out and grabbed me, pulling me in

With fervor and fever and love talk pretend

Only I didn't know you were fooling, my friend

Now I do, now it's over, I'm done

Sometimes I wonder if I'll ever learn well

Or just keep on believing in my own fairy tales

Of how good love would be if it isn't to fail

I don't know, I just know that I'm over and done

So read the fine print and find I'm shipping out

Off to life as before you and without a doubt

I'll be better off lonely than I was with the drought

From waiting for you, now you're over and I'm done

Flowtrvlr

©2003

Complex Modulations

Complex modulations

Innovative incantations

Irresistible gyrations

In notated figurations

Manipulation in formation

As I stand in contemplation

Wondering at the revelation

Of my former slight relation

ship

now

I get it

why I couldn't sing the tune

Flowtrvlr

©2002

Fool's Gold

You won't never fin' no precious ore

Way yur pannin' in this stream

Yur a bigger fool than any tha' I seen

You keep thinkin' that by settlin' down

An' sloshing grit and silt

You'll be richer than beyon' yur wildest dreams

Nuthin' but fool's gold

S'all you'll ever fin'

The longer you keep pannin' in this stream

Nuthin' but fool's gold

S'all you'll ever fin'

She took yur heart an' left behind her dream

Nuthin' but fool's gold

S'all you'll ever fin'

An' fool's gold t'ain't seem nuthin' new t'me

Nuthin' but fool's gold

S'all you'll ever fin'

An' fool's gold ain't done nuthin' good fer me

You always was a foolish girl

Dream'd half yur life away

Wantin' things you know tha' you cain't have

Don't you know when you been beaten

Cain't you ever say 'enuf

Fool who thought tha' love was true this time

Nuthin' but fool's gold

S'all you'll ever fin'

Cain't you see tha' yur jes' wastin' time

Nuthin' but fool's gold

S'all you'll ever fin'

G'wan back home now'n get her of't yur mind

If I tol' you once, I tol' you twice

Don't never cross tha' bridge

It's too fer gon' and swayin' to beat th' band

It'll only lead t'a broken heart, 'n you'll come cryin' home

'n I ain't got the time it takes to mend

Nuthin' but fool's gold

S'all you'll ever fin'

'n fool's gold t'ain't seem'd any good t'me

Nuthin' but fool's gold

She'll likely blow yur mind

Firs' chance she gets she'll only leave again

Nuthin' but fool's gold

S'all you'll ever fin'

The longer you keep pannin' in this stream

Nuthin' but fool's gold

S'time to change yur mind

She took yur heart 'n left behind her dream

...took yur heart 'n left behind her dream

She took yur heart 'n left be-hi--i--nn--nd her--er dream.........................

a luv song o' sorts...........

Flowtrvlr

©2002

Win a Trip to the Bahamas

Win a trip to the Bahamas

Ski the alpine wilderness

Bask in sunny Acapulco

Surf in tandem with the best

Ride the cable cars careening

Climb the stairway to the Stars

Take a cruise around the Islands

See the plays and hit the bars

Lose and win it all in Reno

Then go swimming in the Lake

Pan for gold near old Ft. Sutter

Save your findings for old age

Hike the Peak and walk the Surface

Camp the Pleiades with her

Gaze at summer constellations

Through the eyes of Griffith's birds

Poke around the ancient Boardwalk

But don't Monopolize your name

With too many Revolutions

Round the Gettysburg address

When in fall you find in Providence

The perfect foil for your old dame

Just be sure she leaves her luggage

For the baggage slows the game

Then when winter comes in sleeting

And you're sitting by the fire

Snuggling up close with your sweetie

You will know why you're so tired

;-)

Flowtrvlr

©2002

Easy

Easy

like winter white crystalline water

trickling down over granite rocks

in rivulets falling head over heels

to ice-covered rivers with snowy banks

it flows

Easy

like warm bluegreen waters

lapping at lazy gray posts of

weather-beaten sagging piers

leading to soft white sandy beaches

of quiet Caribbean Islands

in the off-season

just relaxing

Easy

like walking slowly on a tree-lined path

on a Monday morning in a city park

with only pigeons and ducks from the

pond for company and daydreaming of

summer in the springtime

so smooth

Easy

like lying on clean sheets and puffy pillows

on a cool fall Sunday morning with half a cup

of coffee or tea, a half finished newspaper and

a contented pet curled up at your feet, talking

on the phone to your dearest friend about

nothing at all and everything that counts

so comfortable

Easy

like peace in winter

joy in springtime

hope in summer

thankfulness in fall

like grateful hearts

faithful friends

loving families

so right

as it should be

so easy

just be

easy

~~~~~~let it flow~~~~~~~~

Flowtrvlr

©2002

Journey In

I must now abide

Within

Inside the spirit

Of my soul

Where imperfection

Doubt and fear

Cannot reveal

Their hated goal

I must then go where no one sees

To find the deepest inner core

To bring to love that part of me

That must now be the open door

I must now save the inner voice

Before she silences my soul

I dare not miss the calling choice

To bring to light the fire below

With torch to light my trembling way

My hand to wall to steady me

I will descend the heart of me

And find the treasure that I seek

And then once found, will it reveal

All that I need to life revive?

No, only that one thing I need

To bring my spirit back alive

To light of day, to health of dawn

To warm, soft earth and healing life

My journey to resume again

With renewed spirit in my pack

~~let it flow~~

Flowtrvlr

©2002

It's A Rainbow World

It's a rainbow world

Don't it all kinda swirl

Around you when you see

Colors blending,

Flowing free

It's a rainbow world

For this lesbian girl

Just picking her way

Home

Down that yellow brick road

It's a fantastic dream

Full of opportune schemes

Everywhere I look

I see another hook

Serendipiticious

Hueing precipiticious

Flowing colors so delicious

I'm awash in rainbow wishes

It's a rainbow world

For a multicolored girl

Dancing to her heart's content

In this lively continent

~~~~just flowing along~~~~

Flowtrvlr

©2002

Just Looking

I've had many friends in life, seems fortune smiled each day

Some came by me for just a while, and some have gone their way

My sister came to be my friend,

And then my best-est too,

For after many years of life,

She's remained tried and true

And over time I've also learned

Some values of my own

To be my own best friend is good

Especially when alone

But there is another kind of friend missing for a while

Seems nearly fifteen years have passed without a best friend's smile

And not for lack of looking, nor for lack of need

Not for lack of anything, I guess, just lack for me

But travelers do get lonely,

And sojourners feel the strain,

When years go by without a love

They sometimes cry in pain

Someone to laugh with me in spring, in summer love the sun,

To work together all year long, sharing what may come

Someone to cuddle in the night, and spoon when it gets cold

To live and love in full and lean, to grow on till we're old

So if you spy a traveler, wandering lone and free,

Who says she's looking for a friend and wants some company

If she is kind and true of heart, a friend to all she meets

If you've a love to call your own, please send her on to me

~~Flow

Flowtrvlr

©2002

Interludes

Interludes
Intruding
Enter fusing
In my mind
Interrupting
My soft musings
Of the love I hope to find

In the dreamland
Of my pillow
In the wakeful
Hours of dawn
While I wait
For life's intrusions
To resolve into
The kind of illusion
Fully moving
In a local motived
Rhyme

With a rhythm
Of conclusion
To each destined
Hill to climb
Till the hour
Of my inclusion
In the rat race
Monkeyshine
Of the man
Who signs the paychecks
For the ones who are inclined
To turn over all their workdays
With a smiling set of lines

So they have a few brief moments
With their loved ones to recline
Till the weakest end is over
And they rush back to the grind
Hoping when the year is over
They have saved enough to find
That vacation is not just another
Figment of their mind

Enter interludes intruding
In the workday of the kind
That keep prices ever
Fluiding in an uphill driven
Climb 'cause the workers
Are refusing to give up
Their breaks and find
Faster ways to fill the
Orders for the corporate
Philistines with their
Luxor custom lifestyles
Granted by the gods divine
Of the Order of Elder of the
New Church of the Blind
To the Causes of the
People Who Are Trampled
And Maligned

All the while the workers
Labor for the right to
Live enshrined in their
Live-in love-in levels of insoluble
Aligning heaven hovels of
Incredible indelible design
Where they dream of
No intrusions to the
Interludes benign

your fellow traveler

Flowtrvlr

©2002

A Healthy Dose of Reality

Well, a healthy dose of reality

With a check list for security

And a warning against

The under-inflated claims of

Responsibility

Hello, good-bye

It was fine

Here I am

Where to go

I don't know

What's my name

I'm confused

It was fun

Way too short

Vacations

Have that way

About them

Always end

Just before

They begin

This is here

This is now

This is me

I'm allowed

Another chance

To grow and learn

One more lesson

I'd just like

Just for once

To be done

With the dumps

And be on

To the blessing

Of this lesson

Seems I can't

Get it right

Think I'm wrong

For this flight

'Cause my ticket

Isn't printed out

On paper

Always tears

Always flows

Never stop

Don't you know

That's a sign

Pay attention

To your orders

When you see

The red flag

You're supposed

To move away

Why do I always

Seem to edge

Closer

Once again

Light goes on

Past the noon

Way past dawn

Why so long

For the daylight

To hit my sight

Give it up

It's no use

Not for now

Not for use

Until then

When I really

Don't need it

Just the way

That it goes

Suck it up

And go slow

When you drive

Your bike through

Another turnpike

Deeply sigh

Don't know why

Questions empty

On the fly

Well, I'm busy

What with school

And my whatnots

Let's play

A game

Solitaire

Insanity

With great flair

Sounds like

Fun, but I'd

Rather play

Scrabble

And the rules

Seem all wrong

No other players

A bit harsh

Well, I suppose

Since it's me

Against me

That's a twosome

Idly, I,

Standing by

Wonder who

Will win tonight

Will it be me

Or maybe my

Turn to coup

A shutout

So it goes

Once again

Hanging out

With my twin

Ego to ergo

Tempus fidget

Sum come loud

Ok, that's it

I am done

With this

Stupid piece

Of drudge

Back to work

With a smile

'Cause it's

All right :-x

sigh... ;-)

~~Just Flow~~

Flowtrvlr

©2002

Situationally Functional

Situationally

I am collected

In an orderly fashion

It would appear

Functionally

I am sporadic

Like an automobile

Sputtering and choking

Backfiring and missing

Chugging down the road

Sometimes aimlessly

Maybe I need a tuneup

Flowtrvlr

©12/18/2002

Ah, My Dove, My Beautiful One

Ah, my dove, my beautiful one

Come let us dine on mangos and apricots

Let the cool evening breezes

Lift the hope of our spirits

As we laugh in bright colors

Of cerise and turquoise

Let us stroll by green oceans

Of bright phosphorescence

That sparkle like fireflies

On wavelets of starlight

Let the wet sandy beaches

Beg us stay in our footprints

Till the wash of the neap tide

Hides the trace of our path

Ah, my dove, my beautiful one

Let us wander in unison

Speaking in rhythms timed

In tune with our heartbeats...

Let us listen intently to the

Song of the desert

With it's sky never-ending

And it's stone memories

Let us dance in the moonlight

To the melody playing on the

Harp of the crickets and then...

Fill ourselves full of the

Essence of daybreak when the

Pink dawn of summer swells the

Air with it's breath

Then we'll lie down together on

A bed of green grasses by a stream

Of cool water in a land of our dreams

Ah, my dove, my beautiful one

Come let me love you

As you love me intensely

And we'll pledge with our truth

To be one in our sighs

~~~~~~~Flow~~~~~~~~

Flowtrvlr

©2002

A Perfect Sunset

A more perfect sunset
I have not seen
All pearls of pink
With silks of orange
Dragons firing across the sky

Setting all the surrounding
Hills aflame with desire
Longing to go down
With the sun in flames

While the blooming
Night flower unfolds
Across the sky
Like some undulating
Gypsy dancer bending
Back to entice the stars
And moon to add their
silent rhythms to the dance

I am in awe at nature's
Festival of light and
Soundless color
Spectrumed bright,
Shouting with
Delight to all comers
See me! Touch me!
Know me! Love me!

I come, I see, I touch
I know, I love You
My Jasmine flower
My heart's desire
You--the perfect sunset
In your eyes aflame
With passion's glow
You--the night flower
Of your hair I feel
Against my skin
You--my dove,
My beautiful one

And I am in awe again

~~~~~let it flow~~~~~

Flowtrvlr

©2002

What is Life?

What is life?

If not a poem,
A demonstration of
speculative hope

And what is hope?
If not a dream,
An integration of
want and need

And what is need?
If not a fact,
Of fundamentally
basic lack

And what is lack?
If not a hole,
A deviation from
seamless flow

And what is flow?
If not a part,
Of all ancestral
memory's start

~~~Your Fellow Traveler~~~

Flowtrvlr

2002

Afternoon in the Rose Garden

A rose garden-peaceful, light,

And thoughts of you, invited, come

In splendor, like the rose,

So beautiful, it’s essence bright.

What color should I name my love

Purest white, or deepest red,

Brilliant yellow like the sun,

Or baby pink and innocent?

Perhaps the orange, all gaily dressed

Like festive parasols in a row

That line the boardwalk in the sun,

Where bathers sit to shade their heads.

Or no, then like the lavender

Pale and quiet, soft and silent,

Fragranced lightly in it’s breath,

All delicate lace, it’s petals fragile.

All lovely scents, all beauty formed

Of nature’s choicest vibrant color

In newest bud or aged bloom

Everywhere I look, I see the wonder.

And then I see you in a rose,

Growing quietly among the rows.

The deepest pink -- a blushing bride

Is not as lovely as this one’s pride,

Which blooming fully in the sun,

Brings you to mind, my dearest one.

It’s fragrance light, it’s blossoms free,

It’s buds coiled tight, it’s leaves deep green.

I see your neck, so soft and fair

So graceful, in it’s petals there.

Within a bloom so perfectly,

I see your face, your smile for me.

And as I touch the velvet side

Of petals opened full and wide,

I see your form in beauty laid,

Your grace before me on your bed.

I want to spend eternity,

Drinking in the sight I see

Before me in the darkened room,

Your loveliness, a rose in bloom

As deeper into me you cling

With every movement as I bring

That cup of water you so desire

I feel, then join your inner fire.

I hear your moan in pounding breast

As our two hearts approach the crest

As higher unto heaven’s state

We climb, until we reach the gate

Of purest bliss, and in that place

With I in you and you in me --

We melt into each other’s heat.

As one pure rose of deepest pink,

The deepest pink

The one I chose,

My sweetheart‘s face,

My darling rose.

Flowtrvlr

©2002

Just letting it flow...

Life is a journey, a path through the unknown and the unfamiliar, which then becomes the known and the familiar…some of it loved, some of it unloved, some of it memorialized for quick reference, and some of it passed so quickly as to be instantly forgotten - and missed. Linger on the path…
and let it flow…
Flowtrvlr 2007