Each snowflake, like each human being is unique. |
1 Quality Control Written from a spiritual point of view The soul has quality of design Too be reliable over time The body needs quality of incoming materials To provide the soul with a healthy casing Quality control of the process Is assured by education Quality assurance Results from Faith in God 2 The Cold I have two versions of this one Version 1 The cold descends through solid flesh to echo from my bones The cold reechoes from my bones to chill my flesh again Version 2 The cold descends through solid flesh To penetrate My bones 3 Cloud Drifts This was written at either dawn or sunset Rays striking pristine drifts Reflect the purity Of God's ancient faith renewed Rays striking polluted drifts Are absorbed By dogma's insecurity 4 Chandelier I think this is one of several chandelier poems Crystal bells bloom In radiant glory Their gold stems reflecting The breeze from bronze leaf blades The glow from crystal Stamen and pistil 5 A Question of Meaning What is the meaning of life/ Horses with flying feet Trick or treat The beauty of perfection Animal attraction Natural selection 6 Good Versus Evil I'm not sure what I'm attempting with this group of lines Light versus darkness Light defines the depth of darkness The brighter the light the deeper the darkness Without good we could not comprehend evil Light symbolizes good Darkness symbolizes evil Light versus darkness Darkness defined by the light Good versus evil 7 Chocolate Temptation The lush echoes of Eden And sweet temptation Beckons the starving lover Chocolate delights Both white and dark 8 Ice Dancing A Romantic poem Pairs short program husband and wife dance in the year of the tiger Wife and husband dance across the ice in the year of the tiger get seventy-six point sixty-six 9 A Cafe Mocha Day Cafe mocha with marsh mellows Dawn freezes my bones On a cafe mocha day Your computer is infected The words shred neurons Dendrites and axons bleed Rip dendrites and axons from their roots My subconscious mind Wakes me up by telephone Teeth in a cup Sleep beside my bed Waiting for me to wake up On a Cafe Mocha day |