MESQUITE TREE

Mesquite TreesI (Dog park, Mesa, AZ/07)
a dog running by
Sonora doves flitter down

in mesquite trees

Haiku(Glaws/07Notice in haiku the first line is 5 syllaables, 2 line 7 syllables and the 3 line 5 syllables. Also the poem may be read in any order, such as line 1 and then line 3 and then line 2e-mil poet.common@yahoo.com

TOUCHING

TOUCHING

THE DAY I TOUCHED YOUT

The day I touched youand

you touched me;

Like a spring rain on the meadow,

Like a snowflake on your nose,

Like a hug from a child,L

ike a moonbeam dancing on the lake.

You cam to meI came to you;

Loving naturally,

Coming together

Touching is good.
Free Verse Glaws/07

A BALLAD

BALLAD
CAROLYN
She lived on Kelly Avenue
I would not be late,
I arrive at quarter of six
Nervous for our first date.
She stepped out on the porch
Shadowed by the moonlight
She could have been an angel
In her dress of pink and white.
Chorus
I fell in love at a picture show
At a drive-in all around,
Loving beneath a canopy of stars
Living in this Gulf coast town.
Two teenagers sitting side by side
With hearts all aglow
Our arms were embracing
While watching the picture show.

We came down the side walk
Glancing at each other
I opened the door as I should
Knowing there would never be another.
She sits beside the door of my car
As we drove to the picture show,
Our minds had visions of romance
Just waiting for the word go.

Chorus
I fell in love at a picture show
At a drive-in all around
Loving beneath a canopy of stars
Living in this Gulf coast town.
Two teenagers sitting side by side
With hearts all aglow
Our arms were embracing
While watching the picture show.

I found a spot in the parking lot
And then the show started.
My mind was not on the show
While we still sat apart
I slide my arm on the seat
She slide to my side
My heart began to pound
My love would not hide.

Chorus
I fell in love at a picture show
At a drive-in all around
Loving beneath a canopy of stars
Living in this Gulf coast town.
Two teenagers sitting side by side
With hearts all aglow
Our arms were embracing
While watching the picture show.

Our embraces were so sweet
Our kisses so divine
We were caught in loves grasp
Two hearts forever bind,
I fell in love at a picture show
At a place so long ago.
For after fifty years later
I still love her so.
Chorus

I fell in love at a picture show
At a drive-in all around
Loving beneath a canopy of stars
Living in this Gulf coast town.
Two teenagers sitting side by side
With hearts all aglow
Our arms were embracing
While watching the picture show
GLAWS/07
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JARS OF CLAY

JARS OF CLAY

JARS OF CLAY(2/98)
Treasure in Jars of Clay
But we have this treasure in jars of clay, to show that the surpassing power belongs to God and not to us.2 CORNITH 4:7We have this Treasure in jars of clayLet the Light shine out of darkness...We are not crushednor perplexednor abandonnor destroyedSo we carry this Treasurein jars of clayFor what is seen is temporary..We will not lose heartnor momentary troublesnor distressnor painBut what is not seen is eternal..and eternal..Inwardly we are renewed each day shown the knowledge of theTreasure and in glory and strength_

_G.LAWS

God, be mercyful to me… God, be mercyful to me on Thy grace I rest my plea Plenteous in compassion Thou Blot out my transgressions now Wash me, make pure within Cleanse, oh, cleanse me from my sin My transgressions I confess Grief and guilt my soul opress I have sinned against Thy grace And provoke Thee to Thy face I confess thy judgement just Speechless, I, Thy mercy trust I am evil, born in sin Thou desirest truth within Thou alone my Saviour art Teach Thy wisdom to my heart. Make me pure, Thy grace bestow Wash me whiter than the snow Gracious God, my heart renew Make my spirit right and true Thy salvation's joy impart Steadfast make my willing heart Broken, humbled to the dust By Thy wrath and judgement justLet my contrite heart rejoice And in gladness hear Thy voice From my sins, oh, hide thy face Blot them out in boundless grace.lYRICS BY JARS OF CLAY BANDREDEMPTION ALUBM

CHRISTINE

Christine



Christine, my love, I see the dress
You wore in the day on the street
For your face so beautiful my heart leapt
And at that moment I confessed
I was transfigured, yet nevertheless
To meet you I must so my feet
Searching avenue and street to keep
my restless task. My body will not rest
Until I see you're bouncing pony tail
Among the crowd, so I rushed to see
The path you are on so not to fail
To see your face and fulfill my fantasy.
You caught my eye, my heart stopped and well
And I knew you were my lover to be.

II
Remember Christine, the quick wave
And the sly smile along the way
With the fresh breezes that day
Rustling your hair down that gave
Me a picture transfixed to parlay
To a heart filing with love. So brave,
I followed you to the bus stop to say
A nervous hi with a trembling words to pray
Your response could see my heart
Beating with passion and pain
Already longing to not be apart
For fear, never to see you again.
Yes, love at first sight to start
A rising tide to begin the beguine.

III
Dearest, do you remember that bus ride
For that day I followed you on
The bus fearing I would sit alone
For then a movement you were by my side
And then I knew I could not hide
The passions in my heart tones.
Smalltalk began, weather and so on whereon
I did confess and I did confide
Dearest, I did not ride a bus
Then you, wide-eyed, let a sigh
For the laughing began for us
That you had missed your stop and why
We rode to the end of the line just
To touch hearts before saying goodbye.

IV
In our coffee shops visit from time to time
For just seeing you my dear, was a thrill
And each time for me was a moment to fill
My love for you. Touching our hands was a sign
Of a loving union and you were mine
Without a doubt that we will
Commence the journey of love until
Our blossoms will merge in wine.
I see your fingers touch your face
To brush back a curl and cock your head
With a smile and you said you must haste
And then you left so quickly I dread
The moment you left for I wanted to taste
Body and soul of my beautiful coed.

V
I remember our first kiss
After the movie we went for a walk
In the park we began our love talk
While traipsing through the evening mist
Then we bumped together and the kiss was a bless
For we clung together with chat- talk
Until the roosting of the Nighthawk.
Your hair, eyes, and sensual body I miss
Every moment of the day until we meet
Again and wonder dash to become one
For love's magic potion we felt the heat
Of ecstasy of body and soul for joy and fun
In our bodies lay in sweet
Embraces until the early morning sun.

VI
These were the happy days for us
for you went to class each day
and I went to work so we could pay
For necessities of life and your bus
For and you know we never had a fuss.
Remember the time we wanted discuss
Our plans for the future much you were nonplus
At that time and we put that idea away
Until another time until we could
Pay off your student loans. We still
Lead simple lives, going into the woods
To camp out and roast wieners until
Until darkness for we said we should
Go home but slept until our love to fill.

VII
Those winter days that year was fun
For often I went to meet you at the bus
Loving to see your face with the winter blush
Then running the snow each time then begun
A snowball fight and we gunned
Each other till out of breath. For us
We were like two kids who must
Continue the fight to see who won.
I remember your brown coat you wore
With pony tail sticking our of you baseball cap
As we danced in the snow till dark for
The mile home and called it a rap
As we struggled toward our door
And both laughing you fell into my lap.

VIII
Why did your heart wonder, dear
When our love filled each day
And at night physically we lay
For each time we kissed without a tear
With two bosoms pressed so near
With love so mingled so may
Our one body along the way
Each of us united so clear.
Why did your heart wonder still
When you held me in your arms
And your love began to fill
Me with your passionate charms?
Sweet dear, you said you never will
Wish me to feel alarm.

IX
The blackest moment of my life was the time
I arrived home and found you note on the table
Where you said you were leaving and I was unable
To stand falling to the floor for my mind
Swirled with emotions so my body began to unwind.
I knew Christine that you were sensible
There this could be joke for I knew you were stable
Not to do such a thing. I raced to the closet to find
Your clothes gone except your little blue
Purse with strands of hair on the self so I began the fear
The dark circumstances might be true
With panic in my heart and soul it was clear
Your were gone. I looked at your
Note again, you said I love you.

X

In panic I ran to the bust stop
Where you stop and boarded the first bus
I saw, then another bus in a my rush
Hoping to see you, then I got
Frantic so I rode busses all night and thus
Was the horrible nightmare began what
Was the beginning of insanity. I begin to discuss
To my self the is the end of my Camelot.
For weeks I search the streets and avenues
Carrying you little blue purse next to my heart
Going the coffee shop many time hoping to see you
There or on the campus for I would not depart
For my quest for you. Dear Christine, through
This all, my love for I still impart.

XI
Oh, my love for days I’d weep
With tears falling like rain
Onto my wretched body staining
My heart and soul, so deep
As I wrestle in my sleep,
So weary as my love is disdained
In your heart. Yet my love still remains
For the frequent tears I will keep
Until the day I see your face
In the morning mist floating down
And my throbbing heart will race
And my aching mind is bound
To your sweet, so sweet embrace
In the love I had found.

XII
It is spring now, yet my dark days
Still remain in my mind until I find
You for my friends remind not to pine
Over you, but in my soul I pray
For that moment to see you. My friends say
That our love was too fast and I was blind
To the ways of many womankind,
Too clingy, too obsessed, too confined
For her freedom. Yes, that is true
For I my desire and demands
Drove you away for I wish I knew
This before. I took blue purse with strands
Of your hair to the river bridge and threw
It into the river and left with shacking hands.
GLASW/07

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YUCCA

Sort of an unusual day here in the desert---I mean cool at 10:a.m. temp at 84 with humidity at 13%, feels at 81 says the weather girl. We enjoy it while we can for triple digits temps with arrive later in the week

YUCCA(My front yard 07)

a yucca quite tall

adorned my yard this spring

amazed my friends

HAIKU GLAWS /07

HAIKU

HAIKU







Haiku (is a mode of Japanese poetry.. The traditional hokku consisted of a pattern of approximately 5, 7, 5 syllables, or on. The Japanese word on, meaning "sound", corresponds to a mora, a phonetic unit similar but not identical to the syllable of a language such as English. A haiku contains a special season word representative of the season in which the renga is set, or a reference to the natural world.Here are a few I have written-note the poem may be read in any sequence—line 1,2,3 or 3,21 or 2,1,3 and so on---all have to do with the natural world(

Canyon Point Campground-97)

shadows on the trail

sliding down invisible

blue columns softly

HAIKU GLAWS/97

(Enchanted Desert Navaho Reservation, AZ-87)

baby on her breast

ghostly forms on hogan wall

the pinion boughs burn

HAI KU GLAWS/87

Some by Elizabeth Searle Lamb Casting into a Cloud, Southwest Haikuin the high meadow,

moonlight muffles our horses hooves,

the elk still browsing

leaving the cabin

I put the old calendar

into my backpack

behind the pueblo

the presence of Black Mesa

this windy day

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USS FUNSTON

USS FUNSTON
I was aboard the USS Funston in June of 1956 and my way the Alaska. Sea sick were many in the Gulf of Alaska. Fortunately, guess a little for me.

(Gulf of Alaska, June 56)

ship rolling bow down

earthly creatures bow in pain

heaving to and fro.
GLAWS/56

MOON RIVER

I first heard this song in 1961/62. I like the Andy William's version of it.

(Lacy Springs, Alabama 1962)

moon river flows

chasing memories of youth

lying in quite repose

HAIKU GLAWS/62

Moon River, wider than a mile,
I'm crossing you in style some day.
Oh, dream maker, you heart breaker,
wherever you're going I'm going your way.
Two drifters off to see the world.
There's such a lot of world to see.
We're after the same rainbow's end--
waiting 'round the bend,
my huckleberry friend,
Moon River and me.
JOHHEY MERCER/HENRY MANCINI

GLAWS/62

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Jopi

This is a beautiful Hopi girl selling jewelry at a road side stand close to Cameron, AZ
(Hopi reservation, AZ/89’s)

windy rode side stand

small turquoise bracelets

a shy Hopi girl
HAIKU (GLAWS, 89)

I See Summer Moon

Bryce Canyon Utah


i see summer moon

shadows valleys far below

bathes the mountains high

HAIKU GLAWS/80
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THE LEAF
The other day we had quite a blow here. Wind gusts up to 50 mph.I was amusing myself (it doesn't take much) watching the leaves roll down the street like drunken marchers. Some were scooting, some were tumbling, and others stopped to rest a while. I noticed a large leaf joining the crowd which caught my attention. The leaf falls in front of me and I got up and looked at it. The large brown cottonwood leaf and how did I know it was a cottonwood. In my 48 years in Arizona deserts and mountains I've tramped all over the state I know the vegetation very well. I began to wonder about the cottonwood leaf for the closest Cottonwood trees around here is the Verde river about 30 miles away. My friend, the cottonwood leaf how did you get here? Did the wind lifted in the sky and give you a free ride and he landed in my neighborhood?

After we finished our conversation, the leaf tumble down the street. I wondered what would be the demise of a leaf? A positive outcome would be for the leaf to land in the flower bed to integrate with the soil and end his life as a nourishment to flowers.Or on the dark side, to be swept up by street sweeper and end up in the city dump?Well, you've had some insight to my life, just a simple life sitting on the front porch.

the leaf tumble down

skittering about the road

pausing for a view

HAIKU/GL/O7

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The Common Man

The term common man is used to emphasize the similarities or distinctions between a member of social, political or cultural elite, and the average citizen.
In a paraphrase, Abraham Lincoln stated he was for the common man but no one like to be called common. The epithet "Champion of the Common Man" has been applied to several men:
Demosthenes
Carl I. Hagen
Pericles
Gaius Gracchus
Tiberius Gracchus
Robin Hood
John Wilkes
Thomas Jefferson
Robespierre
Mahmoud Ahmadinejad
Andrew Jackson
Abraham Lincoln
William Jennings Bryan
Eugene Debs
Franklin Delano Roosevelt
Huey Long
Clement Atlee
Hu Jintao
Dai Chung
Lin Xiaochieh

The art community within the academic walls and the in “common community” may be often characterized with the men with various beard type (glasses are necessary for sure) with unattractive women with wild unkempt hair plus boisterous egos spread among all.
One only has to spend a while on any college campus to smell the aroma of the cultural elite. My six years in engineering school the curriculum required me to take a few course of electives and I selected a course in English (not American) literature. One of main assignment was the read the required poetry and comment on the author’s meaning. Immediately my left brain began to see meanings different from the accepted interpretations. With my rebellion I feared a bad grade nevertheless I got an A. Surprise I ask the instructor about the grade and he or was it a she? Anyway the comment was a least I had read and studied the assignment in detail. I decided then (about 47 years ago) to write poems for the common man. I suspect my poems may be judged as a high school level or lower by the poet community. Anyway, I don’t give a damn you literature snobs.

Therefore, all my poems will be written for "the comman man"
Dreamweaver
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PUSHING OUT

PUSHING OUT

I wonder
Why we struggle to talk to Him
I wonder
Why we struggle to hear Him
I wonder
Why we struggle to see Him

Is our speech lost in a calliope of voices?
Is our hearing him lost in a din of noise?
Is our seeing him lost of kaleidoscope of pictures?

He walked into our lives to claim
the center of our circle.

Is he pushed to the perimeter of our circle?

Pushing out
Pushing ambition
Pushing luxury
Pushing morality
Pushing unconcern
Pushing sexuality
Pushing no time
Pushing no praying
Pushing no church
Pushing out
He is still there on the perimeter
waiting for us to break the circles on sin.

Sin?
Really?
Kind of harsh on you , huh?

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TEXAS SPRINGTIME

The frost has slipped away
While the winds wave good by
Then the leaves venture this green day
And the grasses eye the sky.


The Blue Stem awakes with Canadian Wild Rye
On the banks of Bear Creek with berries in bloom
Asserting the Texas loom in fields to glorify
Grape vines in the chorus with Red Buds shyly soon.

Along Lake Buchanan shores the poppies open their eyes
To see blue skies with billowing clouds over the hills
And the hills comes alive with blue Bonnets to reach the sky
While willow and elm trees bow to nature’s will.

Man rejoices with Nature for our nation
While the Master Designer smiles for His creation.
GLAWS/06

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WYOMING DREAMING

Cheyenne Henderson
I
My college roommate invited me
To Cheyenne for the Round Up
So we could share the cup
Of brotherhood and so we
Could again be
As college days bashups.
The semester was over and luck
Was with me for I was free
To spread my wings in the
Air in Wyoming's blue skies
As eagles swoop in and see
Life magnified so I sigh
To be a natural man and plea
Those wishes before I die.

II
The Cheyenne Round Up is
A spectacular rodeo that
Lures world-class cowboys in combat
With the rodeo animals and they wish
To win trophies plus a kiss
From the rodeo queen for a
Trophy presentation to receive fat
Paychecks, saddles, and a rodeo miss.
Bob said that I cannot go
To the rodeo as a city dude
So I bought jeans, shirts, and boots so
To be in a western mood,
So we go to the Cheyenne Western store
Now Bob said get the attitude!

III

Bob was not wealthy but he was rich
And was known around town
So we got passes for the entire Round
Up activities. At the rodeo, we had a niche
For all activities which
Were on the rodeo grounds and down
Town parties, dancing, and barhopping around
Cheyenne and eating at the Redwood Lounge fortwith.
This rodeo was my first
So for the first two days I
Observed Cowboys bucked off in the worst
Situations but clowns into the maze
To save their hides, but the riders had a thirst
For more rides to seek more pay.


IV
The third day Bob said the barrel races
Where the girls ride the horses around
Barrels trying not to knock them down
Trying to achieve the first place.
Bob said his girlfriend was in the chase
In barrel racing riding a brown
Horse and was up next. The announcer drowned
Out the noise and yelled Traci Black space
So she flew around the barrels then
At the finish line Traci jumped down.
Bob gave her a kiss and said this is my friend
The professor and she said see around.
Then I noticed her big rear end
Plus big tits could be the largest in town.

V
Bob said any time he let her drive
One of his Mercedes, Traci was hot to trot
And she has double action so she's got
Him has an item to vive.
I noticed the crowd was alive
With anticipation for Bob said what
An ovation was coming in why
It’s for. Cheyenne Henderson has now arrived.
Bob said Cheyenne was a local girl
In a crowd favorite for she started riding at 3.
The crowd roared has she hurled
Around the barrels while Bob said I will see
The prettiest girl in the world
She dismounted and looked me.

VI
Cheyenne's blue eyes darted to mine
And right into my heart and she said hi.
Bob said he is a professor as she passed by.
Cheyenne road two more times and was behind,
However, her scores put her in a bind.
Cheyenne caught my eyes with a shy
Smile making my heart jumped to high
So I must meet this girl. Bob was not inclined
Saying Cheyenne has broken a thousand hearts
And the broken hearts have bled
On Wyoming hills so it is not smart
Old buddy to do that. Bob said
With a smile that she may part
Your heart and bedazzle your head.

VII
Anyway, we met the girls at
T - Bob's steakhouse on the last
Night of the rodeo with a cast
Of four where some of the patrons were aghast
To see Cheyenne and Traci but it was a blast
To see them prancing across the floor; a contrast
With Traci rather large and with vast
Portions while Cheyenne had little fat
Like a model. Traci had a beautiful face
With calf brown eyes and shiny black hair
Wearing a black western skirt with lace
Trimmed white blouse. Cheyenne chose to wear
A brown leather skirt with a showcase
Purple silk blouse with flair.

VIII
After seating, Cheyenne rarely took her eyes
Off of me for those eyes sent
Chills over my body while the scent
Of her perfume was given me a high.
With her blonde hair curled around her neck, and by
Her tongue caressing her lips then bent
Foreword to expose to expose breast flesh, this event
Crippled my senses. I concluded thereby
This girl knows how to trigger to excite
Me plus a sweet sexy voice to
Hypnotize. I knew the danger despite
Bob's warning, I knew what I wanted to do
Was to hold a kiss this girl this very night
And I can easily say I love you.

IX
When dinner came Cheyenne asked us to hold
Hands and she said a short prayer. For
Me this will surprise but not to the others. Before
We ate Bob proposed a toast and told
A funny joke and Traci let out a bold
Laugh that rocked the table. Cheyenne wanted to know more
About my school, college girls and why fore
I Never married. My stock answer is not foretold
Yet, and she looked in my eyes with a smile
And she's saying I want to get married and
Have children. Bob frowned. I'll
Drive after dinner Cheyenne said. So we ran
To her four-door F- 350 pickup while
She shifted the stick shift and spun out sand.

X
She headed out on the Highway 210
And drove about 20 miles
Then stopped on a ridge she said to stay here a while.
She opened her window to let the wind
Bring in the smell of flowers. Then,
There was a movement in the back seat bringing a smile
To me for Traci was doing her hot to trot with her style.
Now I’m sort of jealous of my friend.
Suddenly, Cheyenne was in my arms and my
Eyes met hers then she put her
Hand behind my neck and with a sigh,
With the sweetest kiss, putting my mind in a blur.
Her kisses on my lips, face and neck while
I Felt all emotions begin to stir.

XI
While I was kissing her, her hands felt
My face my neck, under my shirt to find
A man's soul love drunk with wine
Falling deeper as she blew her love breath on my self,
Neck and arms. For herself
Her eyes were moist, her body pressed to mine
Clinging as if this was the last time
In the fountain of love. For I will melt
In her art of love. Then she lay
Up on me kissing passionately for
I felt this was all away
While she whispered just wait for our hour
Then this time we can say
I love you, willed in God's power.

XII
She turned over and said hold me
So with her back to my chest
I circle my arms under her breast
While I kiss to her neck and hair to answer her plea.
From this moment on, I'll never be free
Of this night of love so I should be blessed
For the love of Cheyenne. The moon was sitting in the West,
So she says it's time to go and asked me to be
beside her as she drove back. She
Put her arm around my waist holding me tight
Then would lead her head on me,
So I wished my heart that this night
Would never end for I would not see
She again was now a fright.

XIII
With a quick kiss, at my motel,
We said goodbye then I opened the door. She
Ran in grabbed me lifted her head kissed me
With tears in her eyes as she said, "I want to tell
You, oh, I can't," ran out as I yelled,
But she was already driving away. This fantasy
Had me in a daze for I could see
Her blue eyes face and body so well.
Many girls have I kissed, made love to a few
Girls but as I lay in bed,
My mind and body was holding to
Her embrace, breath, tears and afraid
Of not seeing her again. No sleep due
To whirling in thoughts in my head.

XIV

I went to Bob's house for a farewell
Visit and we had coffee and sweets. Bob said
Why don't you think ahead
About getting on the University, just a swell
Idea don't you think? Maybe a foretell
And the future for I was dreading
To leave already. Cheyenne has led
Me with rope and tied you and her corral
Has she Bob said? She is an anomaly for
She's a Christian girl never been laid
And with a rodeo Christian group. Your
Cheyenne is yet a heartbreaker. This fair maiden
As hooked you and was plain candor
So maybe this is a charade.

XV
I told Bob I went to the rodeo grounds to find
Cheyenne and someone said she and Traci hightailed out
To Canada to a rodeo. I thought no doubt
I'm 1001 broken heart. Just a blind
Love I guess. Cheyenne and Traci are inclined
To run off like this. They are two knockouts
But not two of a kind. They are always about
The rodeo most of the, however they will wind
Up back here soon Bob remarked. Cheyenne has tried to
Convert Traci and I with no luck.
I am jealous a Cheyenne got you,
But she won’t date me my moon struck
Friend, if she wants to wed you true
Don’t be so dumbstruck!

XVI
Bob suggested I stayed couple days
To see if Cheyenne returns. However,
No luck. Bob gave me a note from Cheyenne and he said what ever
Happens, so good luck. I pointed my BMW on I - 85 Highway
As I reminisce and wondered how to pray.
I suppose I'll remember of her for ever
But my heart is repelled to sever
Her as city fades away.
I remember the note in my
Pocket from Cheyenne,” I write this as I cry
I love you so much till the day I die,
Oh, please come back soon to Wyoming skies.”
Oh my God, Cheyenne are you an angel with blue eyes
Or a Devil girl who lies?
DW(glaws/07)

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