Saturday, June 24, 2017

Estival / Solstice (Sonnet #507)

Estival / Solstice (Sonnet #507)

Carried through the current of time’s river
Life has cycled us back to estival
Banks of blessing, moments celestial
Though passing through, they enrich forever.
In its solstice, the sun is bright with dreams
Divine favors pass within and without
Our grasp. Treat them as aids today. No doubt
They served us well when summoned, and they leave.
Turn ‘round your face, my Love, bask in His warmth
Feel free the rich rewards which grace has brought
In halcyon days, how easy joy is caught
Yet e’en in cold coming our needs conform.
Here with you now and joy, indeed, we share
I’ll be here still when Beauty’s branches bare.


© 2017 David W Palmer

Imprint (brevette chain)

imprint
c r e a t e s
artistry

artistry
a m a z e s
audience

audience
c e l e b r a t e s
inspiration

inspiration
i n f o r m s
worship

worship
i m b u e s
dance

dance
d r a w s
God

God
i n h a b I t s
praise

praise
a l I g n s
hearts

hearts
d i s c o v e r
truth

truth 
s e t s
free

© 2017 david w palmer

A Brevette Chain

Tree Shade (Inverted Hexaduad)

Tree shade

Tree shade
Riparian cool trade
Enhances salmon spawning runs
‘Twould not be done
Sun-warmth they’d not survive
Life would not thrive
Breathable air
For us could not be spared
Respiration
Changes climate’s perspiration
Riparian cool trade
Tree shade

© 2017 david w palmer

Inverted

Photo(c)  2017 david w palmer, Maricris Cabrera

Starlings sweep shadows (haibun)

haibun ハイブン (Starling Series #2)

starlings sweep shadows
dance of creation
impala springs free

Rolling and roiling in endless variation, miraculous it seemed that each bird knew the dance
Evening advanced, but the jubilation continued unabated in the sky above me
Suddenly in the brush, an impala leaped high in the air. I saw at once, the lioness
On her tail. She gave a mighty leap, but the impala also knew this dance, and deftly sprang
Safely to the side. She continues her mighty life dance for another day with the show up above her. The lioness turns away with regret.

lioness mourns
empty mouths tonight
mice escape mamba

It is difficult to choose sides in this contest called life. Why life for one spells death for another
Is a mystery beyond me. Predator and prey belong in life’s circle, each seeking the steps to see
Another sunrise tomorrow.

hyena laughs
God touches earth
elephants trumpet

Suddenly the birds seemed to create a twisting spiral, and a scene did appear not unlike Michelangelo’s
Frescoes on the Sistine Chapel where God extends one finger to man, and man reaches forth to make 
Contact with the Divine. He doesn't live our life for us, but makes it possible. Did he program the pattern for this formation into the starlings’ DNA? Is that one of his favorite scenes man in His image has made?

© 2017 david w palmer 


For the second in my Starling Murmuration Series, I am presenting a haibun: half haiku, half prose.  The haiku shows relationship between seemingly disparate things. The prose portion tells you more about how the poet got there either by explaining the situation more, or adding comments on his own meditation.  I am presenting the latter. I would love to see some of you join me in creating a haibun attempt.

starling ballet (haiku)

starling ballet
rhapsodic murmurs
my earthbound longings


© 2017 david w palmer

Say When (Inverted Hexaduad)

Say when

Say when
Can we be us again?
Left you on a Manhattan street
“Don’t leave,” repeats
Your plaintive cry still haunts
Your love I’d flaunt
An empty world
Into which soulless hurl’d
You, my anchor
Once host of peace, now spills rancor
Can we be us again?
Say when

© 2017 david w palmer
Inverted Hexaduad

Inspired by the song, “Love Me Again,” by John Newman

This song has become sort of a mental earwig for me
It plays at work constantly, but in a warehouse, the sound is muffled.
But I was on a quest to find it, and tonight I did. The song inspired
This poem – and no, David has not broken up with anybody. 
This is strictly an imaginative poem inspired by a song.

I finally figured out why it is called an inverted hexaduad.  It is a dual six line poem;
The first and second halves being mirror images of each other.  
Thus the "inverted" Hexaduad (6-form) poem.


Brevette Chain

danger
p r o v I d e s
opportunity

opportunity
y i e l d s
serendipity

serendipity
o p e n s
vistas

vistas
b r e a t h e
beauty

beauty
c o m p e l s
meditation

meditation 
p r o d u c e s
peace

peace
f I n d s
gardens

gardens
g r o w
flowers

flowers
e n h a n c e
love 

love
b r o u g h t
you


© 2017 david w palmer

Sunday, June 18, 2017

Lissome (Inverted Hexaduad)

O Sprite

O Sprite
Lissome dancing delight
How you tease me in your chassé
Then turn chaînés
Into my waiting arms
Without alarms
Your entrechat
Weaves our souls without flaw
Tomorrow’s hope
Is bright in its widening scope
Lissome dancing delight
O Sprite.

© 2017 david w palmer
(inverted hexaduad)

French Ballet Terms used:

Chassé – (sha-SAY) the chase
Chaînés (sheh-NAY) chains, links, turns
Entrechat (ahn-truh-SHAH) – interweaving or braiding


What the Mirror Said

This was written as part of a group collaboration initiated by Skylark Hattee. I wrote at the invitation of Marilyn Ward and Maricris Cabrera

What the Mirror Said

I see you staring back at me
Your shine darkens with age.
Or, is that me, who doesn't see well now?

The mirror said, since I was formed
With silver backing long ago
I've only told the truth to one and all

I've seen them cry, and heard them curse
But magic's beyond my power
 I'll tell you now what surely is
Beyond that, all is in your choice this hour

O mirror, cried I, unhappy you make me
But to point the blame at you would be
Me avoiding responsibility.  I thank you
And so now choose to take on a better view.

(C) 20l7, David W. Palmer


Thursday, June 8, 2017

Apricity (A Hexaduad)

APRICITY (a Hexaduad)

Pale wane
Sun fain
Would ever warm my heart
Cold love so soon departs
See it silver sheening gleaming
Radiant promise simulating
When love’s away
The devil plays
Apricity alone
My heart’s a sinking stone
Cold dreary pane
Day so pale, wain.

© 2017 David W. Palmer

The Hexaduad form features six pairs of rhyming lines with the following syllable lengths per line:  l/2 – 2 syllable; 3/4 – 6; 5/6 – 8; 7/8 – 4; 9/l0 – 6; ll/l2 – 4.  Give it a try.


Tuesday, June 6, 2017

Omaha (Sonnet #501)

Omaha (Sonnet #501)

His young eyes, frightened, scanned the beach ahead
Rough sea made him nauseous; he vomited;
Either cause, wave, or fear, neither mattered
For on that beach, death or devil cast dread.
When bullets rip your flesh, does dying hurt,
Or do you slip in peace toward dazzling light?
Will Mama know I served with noble might?
Oh, God, I’m young! Bury me not ‘neath dirt.
Transport’s gate dropp’d; now’s the time, seeing red
Buddy Jake fell into a crimson wave
He carried on determined to be brave
Across that beach into hell’s show’r of lead
Gaining the crest, into that box he tossed
Grenades; it fell silent; this day not lost.

© 2017 David W. Palmer





Yours (Sonnet #500)

SONNET 500: Yours

I’ve never fallen short, O Beauty, mine
Finding new ways to say how my heart skips
Helen of Troy’s face launch’d one thousand ships
Yet you’ve inspir’d my verse, sev’n-thousand lines.
Why do you keep writing, O Poet, mine?
I touch transcendent grace when I reach you
Thus, leave too much unsaid, My Love, so true
So now, again, with pen, I pray, “Divine
Master, help me to reach her heart today
Hamartia, I’ve missed that mark again
When she deserves beyond my best to gain
Now, this poor fool seeks loving words to say.
As long as God’s Ruah dwells in my breast
I promise every day, you’ll have my best.

© 2017 David W. Palmer

Hamartia (pronounced ha-mar-TEE-uh) Greek – sin (defined as missing the mark)
Ruah (pronounced Roo-ach [a hard “h” like a “ch”]) Hebrew – spirit or breath, the soul

Zephyr (Sonnet #499)

Written originally for the Word Prompt presented on the Beautiful Minds Community by Maricris Cabrera

Zephyr (Sonnet #499)

Playful little zephyrs tease us faster
Across our course, our deep secrets whisper
And rough my hair that seagulls try to nest
So naughty, they excel at playfulness
A wish, a prayer, our hopes, sweet dreams; so nice
And borne upon their breath sweet distant spice
So thrilled am I to see it tease your hair
You are so beautiful beyond compare
These vessels of delight enhance our sails
A serendipitous surprise prevails
Closer, closer, leading we two homeward
To our Elysian Field, upward, onward
We’ll turn to say farewell to our device
Then, hand in hand, enter our Paradise.

© 2017 David W. Palmer




Atmosphere (Sonnet #498)

Atmosphere (Sonnet #498)

The air surrounding you electrifies
My soul. Do you believe magic has come
To make abode with us? You are the sum
Of all my hopes and dreams seen with closed eyes.
In a distant vision once I saw you
My heart did leap with joy, yet so afraid
If you knew my weakness, you’d feel betray’d
‘Til I found out you feared the same thing, too
Never did I demand the perfect girl
Just one to grow old with through sands of time
And share life’s beauty through each verse and rhyme
And grow that love as all our days unfurl
Precious Sweetheart, with you I am so pleased
Oh! Find the same in me, on bended knee.

© 2017, David W. Palmer

Monday, June 5, 2017

Wandering & Wondering (Sonnet #496)

Wandering & Wondering (Sonnet #496)

Convinced, am I, this world was made for us
Two steps, we stop, wonder; gracious beauty
Presents itself, glorious array. Duty
Have we to praise Him, He who gave this trust.
Delight we take walking His sands of time
Thousands before have blazed the trail we take
Yet saw it not with eyes like ours. We make
Meaning in such moments, for us, sublime.
Telescopic convex eyes seek bright stars.
Nebulas and quasars stun our senses
Never has a constellation’s presence
Stunned me more than when I stand where you are.
Brightness of my Evening, my Polaris
You guide my heart to home to taste your kiss.

© 2017 David W. Palmer



Puffery (Sonnet #495)

Puffery (Sonnet #495)

Cease with your puffery, setting a trap
Speak it only if you mean it; don’t break
My heart with all your empty compliments
You play against my insecurities
I take the dare thinking you value me
When what you want is something in return
Should I give in, what then? A broken heart?
Your conquest made, my devastation starts.
Should not a man value his lady fair,
Regard her as a heaven sent treasure?
To win her heart, she’ll hold your life in trust
For she’ll believe the one believing her.
What will you say, when God reviews your life?
How did you treat His precious gift, your wife?

© 2017 David W. Palmer

Falling Down (Sonnet #497)

In memory of the victims of the terror bombings over the weekend in London and Manchester, England.  When will we learn the ways of peace, that we can sit down together at the table of brotherhood and break bread, wishing each other "Salaam."  When will we celebrate who we are, while also recognizing my brother's right to live before his God as conscience does direct? Peace be in our hearts.

Falling Down (Sonnet #497)

London Bridge, is it falling down again?
Since when did God decide bombing the hell
Out of the innocent was the ticket
To Paradise? Abel's blood cries once more
From the London streets to the throne of God
"Have mercy on my misguided brothers
And may we see hate separates us from
Grace, and from each other in doom's gloom boom."
Pointing fingers, blaming will solve nothing
He who with hate responds lights the next fuse
'Tis time to cross that bridge, heedless of fear
Seek rapprochement, break bread at this table.
Rejoice at who we are, yet celebrate
My brother's right to live as conscience leads.

(c) 2017 David W. Palmer

Photo: The Washington Post (June 5, 2017)


Sunday, June 4, 2017

An Inconvenient Couple (Sonnet #494)

An Inconvenient Couple (Sonnet #494)

Meaning so well, but misguided, they chirp,
“Where do you think this will all end, with him?
He’s not our type, he just disrupts our lives!
You have changed, we all see, not for better.”
Do you hear this and doubt, or see matters
Differently? Have they taken the dive
To swim in your waters? Or, on a whim,
Play sticky games with your life, like syrup?
We dream of brighter days living in love
And know where true destiny lies for us.
Not living to fit their expectations
Fitting where we expect our salvation.
Naysayers cease, and we’ll still ride this bus
I’ll stand with you; our hearts fit like a glove.

© 2017 David W. Palmer

This Kiss (Inverted Hexaduad)

This kiss
Shook loneliness amiss
Both warm and wet moved with a surge
Gave me the urge
To taste [even] once more
Your mystic store
Of sweet beauty,
Dimples, such a cutey
Do you believe
You’re the fairest, I’m not naïve
Let me start with, my Miss
This kiss.

© 2017 David W. Palmer


Friday, June 2, 2017

Amazed (A Rictameter)

Amazed

Wonder
Slack-jaw’d marvel
However you did that
Is beyond my comprehension
The beauty you inspire in my thoughts
Stops me mid-step to contemplate
Your new perspective; gift
I’ll treasure with
Wonder

© 2017 David W. Palmer


Wednesday, May 31, 2017

Harlem, Sonnet #493

Harlem (Sonnet #493)

Summer Harlem heat melts plastic lawn chairs
To my body. Relief, just a notion,
Wishful thinking in this urban motion
Endless streaming people, no time to spare.
Seated on these brownstone steps, do I wait
For you in vain? Frankie next door crack’d op’
The fire hydrant and kids now dance it up
Soak’d wet. Wish my relief were not so late.
Street band members arrive, set up, and play,
Salsa bluesy street riff, to which we dance
It’s smooth as silk, my feet do want to prance
Marie asked me to join, but here I stay
Without my love I’m lost, and just defer
Do you miss us? My eyes tear up and blur.

© 2017 David W. Palmer

Inspired by Carlos Santana (featuring Rob Thomas), “Smooth”
https://youtu.be/6Whgn_iE5uc



Tuesday, May 30, 2017

Paradigm (French)

Alors
Ensemble,
Motifs
De penser,
Vision du monde, perception;
Qui suis-je dans la collection
De stardust, et l'un des sept milliards de demandeurs de vérité
Former la tapisserie de ce que nous connaissons comme la vie sur ce caillou humide, en train de faire des rondes?
Certains, regardant dans les cieux, trouvent une beauté étonnante; D'autres, cherchant un sens, trouvent Dieu.
Et puis il y a ceux qui se contemplent et se sentent si petits.
Mais qui je suis et pourquoi je suis là
Chang'd le jour où nous nous sommes rencontrés.
J'existe
Aimer
Votre
Âme.

(C) 20l7 David W. Palmer

Paradigm (A Double Fibonacci Sequence)

Paradigm

So
Set,
Patterns
Of thinking,
Worldview, perception;
Who am I in the collection
Of stardust, and one of seven billion truth seekers
Forming the tapestry of what we know as life on this wet pebble, going in circles?
Some, gazing into the heavens find stunning beauty; others, seeking meaning, find God.
And then there are those who contemplate and feel so small.
But who I am and why I’m here
Chang’d the day we met.
I exist
To love
Your
Soul.

© 2017 David W. Palmer



Phosphenes (A Fibonacci)

PHOSPHENES

Light
Is
Simple
And complex.
It's spectrum
Contains all colors
We can enjoy, possibly see.
And for most of our life, we live
In ignorance of the greatest
Beauty staring us boldly in the face. Refraction,
Dismemberment of the whole, alone reveals the beauty we had always pray'd was there.

(C) 20l7 David W. Palmer



Hedonism (An 8x8)

Hedonism

Is greatest good found in pleasure
Avoiding all that causes pain?
I wish so much this were true. Fain
Pursue this without a measure
But, an easy life, does it build
Character forged in crucibles
Of white hot flame? Deniable
That ease can purify our guild.

(C) 2017 David W. Palmer

My poem for the new prompt. What do you think, Sweetheart?

Sunday, May 28, 2017

Entrance (Sonnet #492)

Entrance (Sonnet #492)

Upon our land, the darkness lay devoid
Of hope or certainty. Groping, aimless
Vast, the dark deep hovers over hopeless
Souls, desperate destruction to avoid.
Allah, the Merciful, within that cave,
Did shed His light, brought forth upon that slope
True light’s entrance we mark in reverent hope
Gaining his Paradise, thus are we saved.
Oh, Holy Sacred Text, we celebrate
Your Wisdom, guidance, justice and all truth
That God should speak to man in glorious light
Bless’d be the one who reads and contemplates
So, feast upon this Word which nourishes.
Rejoice, for He designs you to flourish.

© 2017 David W Palmer
Dedicated lovingly, respectfuly, and reverently to all my friends celebrating
The Holy Month of Ramadan at this time.



Vellichor (Sonnet #491)

Vellichor (Sonnet #491)

On an island horseshoe kingdom, e’en more,
Upon the firth Eastsound, I found magic;
I knew at once upon entrance, tragic
‘Twould be should I resist its vellichor.
In my mind’s eye a book is grand transport
Castles, maidens, dragons, battles, brav’ry
Heroes, villains lock in mortal combat
Certain outcome? Never! Should we abort?
Old books contain in mystic musty smells
Such an aromatic ambiance
iPads, Kindles and Nooks will never spell
The joy weighted in print’s etched permanence.
So lost in vellichor I would spend hours
Touching, browsing, exhaust financial pow’rs

© 2017 David W. Palmer

Disco (Sonnet #490)

DISCO (Sonnet #490)

Bright ball spinning light, polyester white
Dressed up to the nines with your girl in tow
Gyrate to the bass beat, raise hands in flow
Sister, this is disco dancing dream night
Dance in desperation with all your might
Syncopation, yes, but stress every beat.
Machines blow smoke, laser lines look neat
Sweetheart is so pretty this magic flight.
Something draws you closer in the slow dance
Then draw apart in fast to watch her move
Baby you have got this one down so smooth
‘Tis my heaven just to see you spin, prance
Alive, alive, I move with you in power
With love’s desire, entrance me in this hour.

© 2017 David W. Palmer


Precious (A Naani)

Precious

Precious promises, pictures
Stored in mental albums
Making real distant events
Visualize them now.

© 20l7 David W. Palmer

Thursday, May 25, 2017

Memorial Day 2017 (Sonnet #489)

Memorial Day 2017 (Sonnet #489)

White stone rows like sentinels stand so mute
Stretch up this hill and o’er the crest. They tell
Of those heroes who paid the price full well
That we live free from threat and fear’s pursuit.
And now, service complete they rest in peace
While yet loved ones do pay that price seering
Branding blisters, their souls’ white heat grieving
Comfort so slight knowing their brave release.
“Your Dad fought brave, my son, and with passion
He gave his all, he did love you so much.
One day, you’ll stand like him bravely to touch
And serve with skill the needs of your nation.”
A man must have a cause greater than he
Sometimes that costs him all that he must be.

© 2017 David W Palmer




Lines in the Sand (Sonnet #488)

Lines In The Sand (Sonnet #488)

Your peace, today, it seemed to be shattered
The world crumbled with such striking swiftness
Contrast the way the day began with now
Sorrow shadows your eyes as loss looms large.
We frame our pain with lines, our faith discharge,
Better? Never ever we wail and how
We draw those lines, enshrine current bleakness
When they’re towers of sand that will be smashed.
Focus your eyes upon bigger pictures
Remove limits of trust you drew ‘gainst God
For He was there before this came about
And will be still despite your fears and doubt
You’re not by this buried beneath the sod
Blue hues will add beauty to life’s mixture.


© 2017 David W. Palmer

Wednesday, May 24, 2017

Elysian (Sonnet #487)

Elysian (Sonnet #487)

O peace of permanence, all things at rest
The passions, worries, cares of life below
Which caused duress, distant shadows in flow
I walk in light t’ward joy’s enchanting crest
The barley and the wheat waving serene
Lone oak against a burnished blazing sky
To shade beneath branches my spirit flies
And she whom I once lost there welcomes me.
How sweet our love transcends this mortal dread
That sad morning she blazed this trail, the first.
Longing, sighing, my soul in tears disbursed
She cries for joy our last goodbye was said
Were she not here could peace truly be mine?
But hand in hand we walk in love sublime.

© 2017 David W. Palmer






Tuesday, May 16, 2017

Preposterous (Sonnet #478)

Preposterous (Sonnet #479)

What good is prayer? Would he, His Universe
Disrupt solely for you? Preposterous,
Might Reason speak her mind! You’re just a speck
Upon a stardust speck, an accident.
Be mechanistic, if you wish, my friend.
Consider what experience conveys
You perceive that sunbow simply because
The focus of appearance shines on you.
And line from sun through mist to you passes.
None sees the bow from its periphery
Only at the center do you receive
Visions of light’s spectrum reveal’d to you.
Skeptics scoff where I see illustration
When needed most, God has His eye on you.

© 2017 David W. Palmer

Monday, May 15, 2017

One Needed Thing (Sonnet #455)

One Needed Thing (Sonnet #455)

I sat to write sonnets on gilded leaf,
Gold-edge paper. Lofty my sentiments
For she deserved Byron and Shelley,
Marlowe, John Donne, Shakespeare, even Sidney.
But I of pretense born cannot compete
With these of greater honed skill and craft
Where they can make the sun stand still and catch
Sweet Breath in moments frill, ne’er so can I.
I sought to speak in hushed, rev'rent tones
But frivolous they sounded lead on lead.
But should verse fail to reach her heart, what then?
I have one recourse left, "I love you, Dear!"
These lips were kissed so urgently, she cried,
It wasn’t them she wanted, it was I.

© 2017 David W. Palmer

Aurora (Sonnet #476 - Experimental)

Written originally for Maricris Cabrera's #WordPrompt #Aurora on Canvas to My Soul

Aurora (Sonnet #476 – Experimental)

Let play the luminescent streaks of light
High o’er all shades of darkest, gloomy night
The grace of God at play transforms delight
Declares sorrow shall not subsume hope bright.
Return your gaze, my Love to soaring heights
The angels dance on pinpricks ‘fore your sight
Aurora’s kiss upon your cheek indicts
A morning dawn’s sweet joy, O blessed Sprite.
Your love cascades in glorious flow above me
Through wave on wave that gift o’erwhelms, I see
And infinite your written patterns be
My lot, to be amazed a what I read.
Tis Grace alone, I’m standing on this sod
To see at play through you fingers of God.

© 2017 David Palmer



Sunday, May 14, 2017

Mother (A Tribute)

Mother (A Tribute)

Mid-May sunlight lingers in soft pastels 
Yellow chiffon, cream gold and marmalade 
We do approach my favorite time of year
Yet deep, those sighs escape me, saudade.
The world has celebrated Mother's Day 
Yet in its waning light, one figure stands
To speak tribute to she whose sacrifice
Made possible the man you know today.
How did you balance full time work and me,
And never did I feel neglect or loss?
Fit words, precious counsel ne’er steered me wrong
Insistently detained me from errors;
And faithful faith did model through my soul
That pathway clear unto eternity.

© 20l7 David W Palmer


Mom and Dad married later in life and she was 40 when I was born.

Friday, May 12, 2017

Written originally for Maricris Cabrera's Beautiful Word Prompt on Beautiful Minds Community in Google+

Penumbra

Neither shadow nor light dominates here
Which way are we headed, toward darkness
Or is it past, and cheery light
Breaks once again upon us?
Shadows lacking substance
Life lived on hold
So weary
Without
You..

Yet,
I know
Hope lives here
For all things change
Darkness surrenders
To life re-imagin’d
Tis only the penumbra
Through which we are passing right now.
Even the dandelion breaks through
Solid concrete. Our beautiful love reigns.

© 20l7 David W Palmer


Wednesday, May 10, 2017

Sophistry

Sophistry

How
I
Weary;
Contentious
Argumentative
People never seem to agree.
For a moment they seem to speak convincing wisdom
But they could just as easily argue the other side; it all comes down to sophistry.


© 20l7 David W Palmer


Tuesday, May 9, 2017

Pas de Deux (Fibonacci Sequence)

Pas de Deux

Please
Dear
Sweetheart
Dance with me
For all days to come
Let's create choreography
That amazes the world how in sync our souls have become
As one we embrace, extend, stretch, pull down the very stars above in our Pas de deux.


(C) 20l7 David W Palmer


Monday, May 8, 2017

Runnels (Fibonacci Sequence)

Runnels

My
Mind 
Is fill'd
With runnels
Memory channels
Of precious scenes we have shared;
Really they are instant access of recall when we
Are apart. All I have to do is tap into one, let the first tear fall; you are there


(C) 20l7 David W. Palmer


Thursday, May 4, 2017

Star Wars Day, May 4 (A Musette Attempt)

For Star Wars Day
(May the Fourth Be With You)

Resistance

Able?
Impossible
Fight On

Dark Lords
Drawn laser swords
Resist

New day
Win through the fray
Stand tall

Clone-bots
Battles be fought
Courage

(C) 20l7 David W. Palmer

Sunday, April 30, 2017

Got A Hold On Me (Sonnet #465)

Got a Hold On Me (Sonnet #465)

My dear Princess was born to rule my heart
The day we met, so small within my arms
Yet grand the scale of love, none shall alarm
Papa’s total surrender was her art.
So great this mystery ‘twist old and young
‘'Tis been a partnership, these miscreants
We two, against the world, not innocent
Exploits, attempts, misses, shall ‘ere be sung.
Enthralled, this joy roots deep as she matures
The hints of whom she’ll be unfold each hour
Writer, poet, imagineer, for sure
Enter the debutante with grace and pow’r
Wonders unleash’d, amazement, and allure
Blink back those tears, this Beauty now flowers.

© 2017 David W. Palmer


Thursday, April 27, 2017

What She Means to Me

Like fog
         Your coming was
       Unnoticed; suddenly
There you were, materialized
  Beside me, speaking words,
             Encouraging 
                 My pen

                Like stones
            Falling in shafts
    The air grew cold, fearful
How could I write, even want to
    If you, my heart, were gone?
              I wept buckets
                   Of tears

                  Insight
           Slowly did Dawn
 Break the gloom; colors drew
My world with Faith; discovery --
    Anyone makes me laugh
       She who draws tears
                  Owns me

                    Not one
              To set my hand
      To plows and then forsake;
   I turn toward you just as flowers.  
          Seek the sun’s energy
              You fill my heart
                    With joy.


© 2017 David W. Palmer

Wednesday, April 26, 2017

Tango in Buenos Aires, Sonnet #461

Tango in Buenos Aires (Sonnet #461)

Tonight our city comes alive, the dance
Is our seduction, let us feel the heat
Of love’s passion, too long I’ve lived apart
From moments which possess my very soul.
Tonight the movement comes alive, we press
Together desperate – eliminate
All hint of separation’s gulf betwixt
And press the flesh that souls may follow swift.
Tonight our love has come to life, the range
Of life we know: sorrow, sighing, crying,
Laughing, loving, kissing, feeling union.
This is tango, loving music, and you.
Step with me cross the floor, cry violins
Satisfied lovers, a thing of beauty.

© 2017 David W. Palmer
https://youtu.be/kCnB05GrUgc
Al Pacino, Tango from the movie, Scent of a Woman