Children In Mourning





Virgin shrouds
Mourning wombs
Innocence cut short
Parents' lap
Empty broken
Shoulders weary
Eyes weighed
Bullets strayed
Nameless assail
Hopes frail.

When bombs fly
And sirens cry
Children cannot defy
They wonder if they 
Will live to see
Another dawn
Play and run all day long
And they wonder 
What the fighting is all about?

Kings of Bling

Garnet- Energy of January
Spiritual, passionate, fiery.

Amethyst- February's purple pride
Power of a personal ride.

Aquamarine- Bloodstone-
Touch of the sea, to turn the sun
March worn, their charm shown.

Diamonds die hard in April
All cut up, a coveting eternal.

Emerald- May's green purity
This growth crystal's divinity.

Pearl-Alexandrite-Moonstone
June's opalescent chastity shown.

Ruby-July's mystical and rare red
This king of gems...royal bred.

Peridot- Spinel- Sardonic
August's sparkling  cabochons.

Sapphire- September's blue innocence
A karmic, third eye  evanescence.

Tourmaline- Opal-October's play of color
A color palette to discover.

Citrine- November's warm healing
Topaz-Novemver's golden enhancement. 

Turquoise- Tanzanite- Zircon
December's unique velvety delight
The blues, the violets vividly enticed.

Dear Ole Paps

I was a simple boy living on those moors with my old man Paps. On nature our hunger satisfy, our roof the star spangled sky. What more could I ask for?  My companion,  my old man Paps.

One day, nearing dusk, before a crackling fire we sat... he sucking on his old wooden pipe, me there I sat at his feet staring into the glowing embers, contemplating. My paps patted me on my back,with his arms around me, said with one of his loving grins that crinkled up his wrinkled face...'boy , you will be great, I will always be your best mate' 
Tears in his eyes, voice cracking, he rambled on, me helplessly sad  with tears falling. There we sat, fire warming our chilled feet, dreams thick around us, with those tender arms around me. 

Paps whom I loved and cared, he in turn the same he gave.



The Number Game

One, the rocking son of a gun
Numerology has just begun.

2 be or not to be
Essence of two, we.

Charming number three
Load of creative energy .

Number four never a bore
Strength of four explore

The five senses of humanity
Five senses of every personality.

Six is an angel number
Venus rules this spiritual wonder.

Seven is esoteric
Seraphic in the aesthetic.

Eight carries so much weight
Balancing infinity his best trait.

Cardinal nine is so divine
Universal achievers big time.

The individualism of ten
Oneness, wholeness, ultimate zen .