HappPy As

Happy​ ​as … Dancing with you in  ​the​ ​moonlight
​Counting​ ​clouds​ ​singing Blinded​ ​By​ ​the​ ​Light​
Skipping ​ ​an-uh  ​jumping in​ ​the​ ​raindrops​
making​ ​promises​ ​that​ ​we​ ​won't​ ​stop

Happy​ ​as …The​ ​first​ ​day​ ​of​ ​school​ ​
watching​ ​all​ ​the​ ​kids​ ​​ ​play​ ​it​ ​​ ​cool
The smell of  brand​ ​new​ ​sneakers​ in the air
P.K. ​Flyers​ ​make you​ run faster and  ​jump​ ​high-er ​

Crisp​ ​fall​ ​air​ chills​ ​the​ ​bones​ ​just​ ​so right ​​
Monica​ Powell you ​​sure look nice

Happy as ... ​Nuns​ ​are​ ​crazy​ I know
​I've​ ​been​ ​schooled​
Pray​ ​five​ ​Hail​ ​​ ​Mary's​, four​ ​Our​ ​Father’s​ ​
and​ ​get​ ​to​ ​know​ ​your​ ​beatitudes

Sister​ ​Mary​ ​Rita​ ​Aquinas​ ​​ racist  ​nickel stealing​
knuckle​ ​ruler​ ​slapping​ ​faceless​ ​​ ​stone​ ​in​ ​black​ ​and​ ​white
 

​Give​ ​you a​ ​nickel​ ​for​ ​every four​ ​letter​ ​word​ ​that​ ​breaks​ ​my
​Catholic​ ​School​ ​going​ ​lips

​Well​ ​here​ ​is​ ​a​ ​dollar​
kiss​ ​my​ ​ass​ ​​ 33  times  ​and​
​Keep​ ​the​ ​change

Happy as...
​Laughing​ ​all​ ​the​ ​way​ ​to​ the ​principal's​ ​office

Good​ ​morning​ ​Father Joe 

Good​ ​morning​ ​Sister​ ​Catherine​
Thank​ ​you​ ​for​ ​being​ ​so​ ​good

Happy​ ​as ... 583​ ​Uniondale​ ​Avenue Frank's​ ​Pizza.​ ​​
​The​ ​best​ ​pizza​ ​in​ ​the​ ​world, ​No​ ​the​ ​UNIVERSE
​
ExtraCHeese Crispy​Crust​ DRIPping​Oil 55​Cent​ ​Hit​The​​Spot Hit​-me​-Dos
 ​Eat​ ​​ ​strategically 

Bite ​from side​ ​to​ ​side​ ​​  
Crust
​ ​then​ ​Top​ ​
then​ Top​
​then​ Crust​
​​​leave​ ​the​ ​middle​ ​for​ ​the​ ​last

Frank​ ​where​ ​have you​ ​gone?​
A​ ​pupuseria​bodega​charlatan​ ​has​ ​taken​ ​your​ ​space​ ​
but​ ​not​ ​your​ ​spot
You​ ​ruined​ ​all my​ ​pizzas ​since​ ​you​ ​stopped

Happy​ ​As …
Snow​ ​falling​ ​in​ ​the​ ​middle​ ​of​ ​the​ ​night
silence​ ​as​ ​I​ ​shove​ ​the​ ​mounds​ ​from​ ​side​ ​to​ ​side
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Crispy chilly​ ​​ ​conversations​ ​with​ ​the​ ​sky  ​singing​ ​Domino out loud​
​​ ​O-O​ ​​ ​Domino​,  (TRUMPETS ) ​(bada bada ba ) roll​ ​me​ ​over​ ​Romeo​ ​....
Lord  have​ ​mercy ..  ooOO DOmiNO just give me some of those rhythm and blues
Van​ ​Morrison​ ​you​ ​Irish​ ​Rock​ ​n​ ​Roll​ ​god ​how​ ​do​ ​you​ ​know​ ​what​ ​I​ ​want​ ​to​ ​say​ ​or​ ​how I​ ​feel    Scribe to my soul ​Sláinte​ my​ ​brother       Sláinte
​Translation to all my non drinking Irish deprived brethren  DRINK

Both​ ​my​ ​girls​ ​sleep​ ​warm​ ​tonight

Happy​ ​As…
When​ ​I​ ​held​ ​her​ ​tight  ​her​ ​hand​ ​so​ ​small​ ​was​ ​​ ​all​ ​inside​ ​of​ ​mine ​I​ ​hummed​ ​a​ ​lullaby for our  first stroll

Happy​ ​as …our first night she​ ​was​ ​wrapped​ ​so​ ​tight  ​sneak​ ​a​ ​peek​ ​from​ ​those​ ​wondering​ ​eyes ​stole​ ​my heart​ ​and​ ​changed​ ​my​ ​life​ ​​ ​March​ ​21​ ​1995.
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China​ ​doll​ ​face almond​ ​colored​ ​eyes​ ​​hair​ ​as​ ​black as​ ​night​ alligator​ ​tears endless ​ ​hugs​ ​and​ ​the​ sweetest sweetest - sweetest ​smile
Thank​ ​you​ ​for​ ​the​ ​rock that​ ​says​ ​I​ ​am​ ​number​ ​one

Happy As…
Long distance calls to missing friends Endless funny talks about drinking beer smoking weed countless loves and endless dreams he said she said I did who did you did
nau
yhea    
 nau
The stories get longer   and better      as you get older

Happy​ ​As …
Finding the  moments that are magic
because they are not moments at all

Where I like to be..

It is 10 am. I miss you all.

Note to self, this is where I feel at home.

Looking out the window I see skinny trees faintly decorated with pale green leaves spring has started to bloom. People pass by at a brisk pace staring into the sky stealing heat from the morning sun. Their hurried walk and sweater guard suggest we are still not ready to rejoice in the season's full explosion of color and warmth.

I am sitting at a table, it is slightly square, just under a rectangle,hard, deep, thick with a loved dark oak stain that paints the surface, enriches the wall and transcends my soul. A black coffee, sweet, double espresso, perfumes the air and inspires me to think and write.

Walls of words, thoughts of life, moments lived, daydreams caught, lover's woes, conquered dreams, mysterious moments, rhymes with rhythms, scribes as gods.

Parchment awaits. Quill taunts, refrains, moves forward, steady, drunk, don't lift the touch or sanctioned to eternity it will fade. Lost, cursed like the beauty of a snowflake, forgotten, never the same.

Nothing sweeter, lonelier nor less describable then the sanctum created by a scribe with parchment and a quill surrounded by dark oak stained walls, with a window to see the world  and a black coffee, sweet, double espresso.

Note to self. This is where I feel at home.

Morning Haiku

MORNING  Haiku

Lost Lazy Ducks Cross
Aimlessly Patiently Walk
Children Quack and Mothers Talk

Today I Think Of You

It is the  dawn
I know because I can feel its' silence
It is senseless  to get out of bed 

and wake  the Sun
soon enough she will rise alone  pull up the shade and drown me in light

My imagination slowly staggers
It begins with the memory of a fleeting moment then quickly leads me to the demons of regret

So many days  I have walked with my eyes in mourning 

and my heart full of death

So many days I have  searched for you

 and for so many  reasons

it is the dawn

It is the dawn 

I know because I know this color

It is not black or gray or blue 
It is the color that lingers as the stars close their eyes
and the only thing that lights the sky is my solitude

It  is the color of restlessness of hope

of adventures that had no beginning

dreams that had no end

It is the color of my soul
It is the color of my heart
It is  the color  of  the dawn

It is the dawn

I know because you are not here

It is the dawn because tomorrow you will not come

It is the dawn of the beginning
It is the dawn of the end
It is the dawn
It is the dawn

Fall

I woke this morning to find myself thirty pounds heavier, thirty years older,        with a distant  and fading past, 

 a preposterous present                   

and cursed with an infidel future.

Fall had met the Long Island sky. 

Trees rage the heavens with the beauty of their bursting foliage.
Every color of the autumn palette,

golden yellow and forever greens, twinkle like diamonds  dancing in the cold sunlight.

Heather browns and purple reds, fire and light scream that they were here before the inevitable forever winter's night.

The wind whispers it's autumn song  gently kissing the north shores glistening tides. On the water a mirrored reflection of white cotton puffed clouds paint our vision north,south,east and west. 

Beauty disguises the bitter glory, the ending truth, simultaneously reminding  us once we lived in eternal youth.

These Days

These Days
Where do I begin? 
One has so many wonders,so many questions, so many cares.

Darkness is colored in a darker hue.

Daylight is dimmed by your missing shadow.

Every door opened is a reminder that your steps will not follow,

that your words will not break the inexplicable, distilled, lingering air.

Where do I begin if all my days are trembled with passing thoughts of you.
The lyrics we sung are now unstrung words with no cadence,no meaning, no song.
The melody that was you is gone.

Where do I begin if the words I share are left drifting  in the wind, 

a soliloquy is not meant for one.

Where do I begin
if you are not here to answer,
where do I begin?

Nights That Never End

Its  320 in the morning;  I  wake up with the brightest  light shining through my window.  I  step outside to find the garden showered in moonlight  and shadows dancing  in and  out of hidden sites. I think of you  and find myself longing  to lose myself in  your embrace and soft long kisses  Your perfume still lingers and I am lost  again in  dreams of nights  that never end.