Goa

I'm going to Panjim on that West Indian Sea,
I'm going to Goa, to swim and drink tea.
And when I do get there, I know I'll be hexed,
By a pretty witch there, who's way too oversexed.

Light

After light travels space, it penetrates the seas,
So Rainbow sits by Eva, a photo taken by me.
Both of these babes, by photons are linked,
Twins of this earth became one when I clicked.

Steeple on the Mount

On the earth there sits a plain,
And on the plain there lies a mount.
On the mount is built a chapel,
With a steeple . . .  pointing up.

A Day

Sunday gold is a day of white light,
Monday all told, spoons silver at night.
Tuesday my wife, strove off to war,
Wednesday in spite, pours light to my soul.
Thursday my queen, loves me big and wide,
Friday's mystery, brings that love deep inside.
Saturday sends ashes, as time becomes dear . . .
Seven days to write poetry, as the Muses draw near.


with M__M__, 12/18/10