Quite Impossibly, Possible

To live the impossible
(animate those amazing
Tastes of dreams)
Is oh, so possible.

When we are impossible
We cannot be pleased
By the possible
We need it all

Make an intention
To pay attention
And give mention
To the pension diving in the soul

Impossible
Is impossible to prove
The rules dictate the brain
But freedom is the wild horse
In the heart’s domain

Women Are The Gardner’s Of Time

Women want to be girls
And girls want to be women
Young women want to be foolish
Carefree
Women approaching thirty
Often get the call to fertility duty
Men become secondary
In the line up of priorities
While women fall deeply in love
With their creation
The brand new start
To opening up the oyster of a world.

Career women soar
Rock, solid stable in going for the gold
Late middle age women
Look back in awe
Older women
Enter wisdom
Wanting to return in time
To perky breasts
And silky smooth,
Wrinkle-free faces
If only females had these smarts
And unabashed truth
In those younger years.

Maybe we can have it all
Just at segmented stages
Ripened at different times
Along the learning tree

Women let their white hair soar
Like a flag of final duty
Set free to the wind
Making way for yet a new path

Grandmothers bragging
And little girls doting in their nana’s eyes
Ready to suck up that life of tell alls
And learn to flirt in the very first year.

Can Children Be Free to Be Kids and Super Athletes?

When parents can let them be kids

and not burden them with any of the responsibilities

of working to make this magic, stardom happen.

When parents can rise above their own failed dreams

and not impose that pressure of making their life complete.

When parents can unbiasly listen

to their children's desires

even when it conflicts with their own aspirations.

Yes, but…

Holocaust of words
To comfort or placate
After a while
It makes no difference.

“I was going to, I will, I’ll try”
How about “I am in the action of-
Doing, being, serving my higher power
Responding to the better good”.

Completing, resolving
Realizing, changing
Discovering new truths
Self convicted.

Collapsing on the waxed
And slippery floor
Of unfulfilled promises
With only a mock hand to pull you back up

Machine gunned terror
Of repetitive patterns of
“one more chance”
Relegated to the fox hole forever

Amicable

No matter how hard you try
Sometimes amicable cannot be amicable.

To separate and not withdraw
Keeps the heart ache breaking

Amic- friendly
Able- can do

To open up
And welcome another

Such a high risk situation
For an undetermined prize

Could it be the gift of wisdom
Or happily ever after

Amicable can hardly apply to divorce or break-up
Amicable loathes deceit and perceived betrayal

Amicable to bright lights in your eyes
Or a mirror in your hand

Some words are funny, like that
Filled with numerous impossibilities.

For amicable
“friendly; peaceable” (Webster’s)

Bejeweled

The exquisite colors
Of my memory of you.
You were the music
I was the lyrics
And together we made a song.

In those days
We didn’t worry about compatibility
Financial stability
Or what the future might bring.

We dreamed of momentary pleasures
And only negotiated what would be more fun
Running naked in the rain
And making love out in the open

Complex and simplistic as you may have seemed
I knew you loved me
You saved me from satanic predators
You smiled at me every morning and night

Our creativity was our creation
Everything about our lives
Was moving and vibrant
Preparing so whimsically for our next adventure

Now I miss you
In the memories of who I was
A youthful time
Of young love drenched in optimism.