Bacon SonnetA frying pan, a sizzle in the airThe salty smell pervading all the worldIt's in my bedsheets, pillow, jammies, hairThe magic bacon's scent has been unfurled.This sav'ry taste's my one, my only baneI cannot sleep without its crispinessUpon my folded hands, within my brainEach hour, each day, each fortnight I obsess.Like Gollum with the Ring, it fills my soulOr I, Narcissus, by the shimm'ring poolThis bacon doth fore'er my heart consoleYet it consumes me with its beauty cruel.My pig meat, bacon, will I always loveBut never can I truly have enough.
The SlamWords wash over me, ocean's tideSoothing my exhausted soul,Cleansing my cluttered mind.Waves of rhythm, rhyme, spoken song,Sung only by those who hear it-My native tongue.
Her EmbraceNight mumbles.Whispered secrets hold me close,like the uncurled ferns underfoot.Breeze whispers.Crickets' shadows fall on my ears.In the swirling dark, I make myself complete.Hold me.The starlit essence of your night protects me.I have no fear.Pieces.Everything in place.The great dance of the ages guides my steps.Silent whispers of the night surround me.In the beating of my heart,I hear you.
Sky FireDarkness, heavy air, broodingSlow rumbles in the distanceEach breath closer to the world beyondEach breath whisperingEach breath electrifying, riveting, joining in the silent huntStalking Sky FireStreaks in the cloudsStreaks of lightStreaks of energyStreaks of passionWhite Sky FireElement crashing, coalescingDarker now, brighter nowSpiking, shifting, strengtheningDancing Sky FireWild flash, brilliant flashTowers, spiderwebs, radiant globesBlinding coral reefs piercing black thunderheadsBright Sky FireClusters, droplets, falling tearsClouds thinning, thunder driftingTrees drippingFleeting Sky FireNight revealingCrickets gently singingStars twinkling, eyes aboveGentle Sky Fire
Dream of Deeper ThingsMy heart lives in a world where silent ravens make their nestWhere sunlight's dying rays descend on ancient boughs to restWhere older trees than Time itself speak words through dusky airWhere moss and fern coat earth and stone, like maiden's flowing hair.The dragonflies are dancing there to some unending tuneThe brook is making ripples to reflect the crescent moonThe stars are shining music with their clear, unsullied lightThe breeze is whispering secrets of the skies into the night.And I am singing with the ravens in their lofty nestAnd I am with the dozing sun, my weary head to restAnd I am speaking with the trees and breathing dusky airThe earth and stone, the moss and fern are tangled in my hair.My heart lives in a world where I can dream of deeper things.