Love Proof

It isn't so much the act of love
as the fact of love,
and the pact of love,
Or more likely the tact of love
That counts.

It's not the making of love
nor the taking of love
might even be the forsaking of love
Is the lastingest love
The love that really amounts.

Try making a bed or scrubbing the floor,
De-spotting the jon, discovering the vac,
Or Heaven forbid, degreasing the oven.
Who knows how erotic,
What climax exotic,
Might keep her begging for more?
A turn on's not always hitting the sack.
God knows there is love
THEN THERE'S LOVIN!


There's LUV-and there's-LOVE.

What Is A Blueberry?

A blueberry is a well rounded fruit
It ripens when most needed
It takes hold in rough terrain
Where things are rocky
A blueberry is most nourishing
It is small yet multiplies its presence
To sweeten life unsacharinely
It is ever ripening with new possibilities
It thrives in glens, hollows, and solitudes
Yet is never isolated
A blueberries potential is inexhaustible and generous beyond measure
It allows itself to be squeezed
To be devoured and flavor all other things and people
A blueberry answers mans deepest needs
Collects and distributes dew with each morning
A blueberry retains its unique wild flavor
In season and out.
My Blueberry is everything blueberries
Were meant to be and to give
And she's all mine and then more
A Beachcomber Blueberry blend is an intoxicant

-William Malewitz, The Beachcomber

Believe in others.

Liturgy

A stiff cowled Cardinal,
Cape red against the snow,
Its namesake emulates,
Aloof like, eyes aglow.

A Jay bird, miter blue,
Heads turn when he comes,
His crosier swinging true.
He scatters round the crumbs.

A Tufted Titmouse shy,
Like poverty portrayed.
A Nuthatch, white-breast, odd,
Humility displayed.

A childlike Chickadee
As fidgety as church
While rigid downey birds
Like parents stiff they perch

A perky pine squirrels dance
His tail ajerk suggests
The Latin ending chants
An Ite Missa est.

- William Malewitz

Too much bread isn't needed so spread it around.

Silence

Silence is golden but gold is dead.
Sound is alive and should be so.
Silence say some cause it's all been said.
Quiet has hands that wring with woe.

Graveyards are silent, tell only what's told.
Life is alert for song that's new.
Fresh thought yet abounds past testing the bold.
Strive to attune to now what's true.

- William Malewitz

The soaps can be bandits.

In-house and Outhouse

There the sonic piped powder room,
Aerosprayed and disinfected,
Comfort conscious, Esquire faces groom.
Telephoned and sheik injected.

Then the lonely wind swept outhouse,
Listing some and weather beaten.
Sound effects like Loons and Ruffed Grouse.
Thoughtful those who there are seaten.

- William Malewitz

Love isn't unnecessary

Snow Stories

I paged a book this morning,
Printed on fresh fallen snow.
Each step a new tale borning,
Big racked bucks and white tailed doe.

I trailed a fox a hunting,
Saw him dine on pheasant too.
A rabbit moonlight stunting.
Snow told where partridge flew.

The fingered feet of squirrel,
Raccoon slow to hibernate.
Each trail, each page uncurl,
Each sign, food, to meditate.

- William Malewitz

All hunters aren't hunting

Escape

I picked a lock this morning,
Unlawful loosed a prisoner, my mind.
No sound alarmed a warning
New freedom felt, a song my rhyming find.

Forbidden thought unprisoned,
Leapt walls, braved boundaries, discovery my prize.
New love new hope envisioned.
Unworn out trails, delighted freedom cries.

-William Malewitz

Untangled nets catch more

To A Smallmouth

Torpedo trim for tail walk thrills,
Line vibrant slice and surface break.
Rod testing sounds to probe our skills.
Primeval urge and instincts slake.

Life pulsing prey to test fight dare.
Pan filling prize your destined fate.
Soul sating food no chain store fare.
Ease challenge taunt and armchairs bait.

- William Malewitz

TV can be the thief of time

Reflection

The lake stood silent morning still.
Each island watched its image preened its trees.
Each mountain drank in pride its fill,
As clouds probed depths that inhibition frees.

A man soul searched his image found.
Each motive weighted his purpose proved and prayed.
Reflection seek and deeply sound,
New mornings need beginnings unafraid.

- William Malewitz

*Knead to be needed.