18/30 HAIKU

Perfection of flaws
Makes me perfectly human
And I am unique!

Leather

17/30

Wings of freedom
Are attached to the
One thing of your
Individual passion
From love to anger
And every other emotion
Inbetween
The freedom of choice
You wanna be a martyr
You'll die for that
It's your Last Supper
Before your last breath
You're willing to give.
Passion like art
Paint on canvas
Words on paper
Ink on skin
You're affected by
Outside influences.

Wings of freedom
Intense
Power
To drive your enthusiasm
Pass the point of
Excitement
To send you into
Another dimension
High above the clouds
In the safe corners
Of your
Imagination
Freedom in your fondness!

Sunshine

I don't want to change for him
To be with him
And he ain't gotta change to be with me
But what I'm hopeful of is that we will
Bloom within our relationship
Like roses do with proper water
Sun and fertilizer...........love

Android

This new phone is simply awesome
Just a little bit of me mixed
With technology and when
I get a bit more education for this
Nation I'm going to be on top
Of the game!

Toot Toot

That's the sound of my own horn
I have had a wonderful day of writing
It began with piece #14 in honor of
Poetry Month
and quickly proceeded to be a method
for passing the time away
some are wordy and some are
short and potent.
But I'm proud of all of them and again I say
Toot Toot

Body Language is Loud

Body language

is the only conversation we need

at times like this

I’m looking at you

looking at me

silently

but your body’s leaning

mine is swaying

we making music

like guitar strings

stroking

piano keys

keying in on our melody

pheromones in

symphony

harmony

naked thoughts

suggest

we’re transparent

nothing to hide

we see each other

clearly, plainly, unadulterated

no words

telling lies

no misrepresentation

just

eye to eye

contact

strengthening

desires

to intertwine

our fingertips

press our lips

rotate our hips

drop our clothes

like poker chips

spin

around like roulette wheels

and every time we land

we land on one another

naked thoughts are real love walks in the garden.

Tony Henry

Words cannot describe
Just what a joy it
Is to glance upon his
Face, anytime

I’ve stood next to him
Heard him speak
And sing melodies
That make me want

Put my arms around him
That’s how close I’ve been
He hugged me too
Held me closer affectionately

Looked into his eyes
Saw glimpses of a future
Kissed him on his cheek
And had to leave

Always there’s a smile on his face
A song waiting to be birthed
Deep within his heart
To put on another disc

I have pictures of him
All over me
Yet his fingertips
Only touch strings

Photogenic
He is and every photo
Looks like he’s still standing
Next to me

Framed
For what he does
Sitting on my desk
Just because

I’ve stood next to him
Heard him speak
And sing melodies
That make me want.