About Myself
Let me tell you a little about myself.
I’m half human and half angel dust;
a hybrid is what I’m designed to be
‘cause demons like to mess with me.
I live in two worlds and see things
that would make you want to run.
I’m what this world calls fee-male
or woe-man and I’ve stories to tell.
Misunderstood in this fragile realm,
I’m friendly and generous and I live
like I belong here but I don’t care
like others when blonding my hair.
My soul is intact with a good heart.
When ghosts come calling I pray
that they’re ready for me 'cause
I fight with weight of a tiger’s bite.
I have more friends than I can help,
I love them all with my pen at hand.
I’m a poet with an attitude and a gift.
I’ve been used, abused and stiffed.
I’m a beautiful soul here for awhile
so if you stop to say hi, please stay.
I’ll make some hot tea while we talk.
Do you want to watch my clock?
I can chat for millennia and more,
say good-bye if you need to sleep.
Today I'm who you think I should be
but remember, I reflect a cosmic sea.
If you come, I won’t harm you...unless
you try to trample me or my race first.
I’m not the type to shut up or buckle
you'll bore me with a bone knuckle.
You'll find me in here and there,
a meer calcution of lucid dreams.
If you try to deceive me, you don't.
If you think you'll fool me, you won’t.
I've mastered a thousand thoughts
that think like a quantum quark.
With original ideas at my command,
I steer the sitar from an invisible land.
Toni Slate 05-11-06
Garden Of Light
My heart is made of scars,
my lips need your sweet kisses.
The walls that I've built are memoirs
because sometimes love misses.
Every time you touch me,
another star-flower blooms
and every time you kiss me
my nightmares get tombs.
These dreams that we share,
that haven't died from old age,
breath life into those who care
for the truth that we've put to page.
Our garden of light is quiet now,
if only lazy clouds could talk.
Surely they would speak of how
our birds perch along the walk.
The sun sits high in the trees
that gather around our cave
and a chill from a heavenly breeze
slaps our rock like a tidal wave.
Our world is ours to transform,
to nurture and to behold together.
You are the shelter in this storm
and my passion is yours, in any weather.
Toni Slate 05-01-'07
Hen House Farm
Ripe pragmatic pears droop in the heat
squinting squirts on a sunny solar face.
Chunks of earthen crust bakes and flakes
proud prairie dogs so they head for holes.
Lapping dollops of fire-engine-red ants,
anteaters anticipate goals on grassy knolls.
Fresh squeezed nectar bodaciously bubbles.
Meanwhile, back at the hen house farm,
a push of feathers softly flush lofty eggs
and stick them into plush heavenly hay.
Atop the moorings of a faded barn slightly
leaning, a pumpkin on peg legs, birds sway.
Breakfast for bandits is notoriously famous,
the fair-weathered fox is sly in sensing
yellow yolks disguised in white runny coats.
A meal is the price for taking the last fall,
cracked beyond repair, scrambled in oats.
Presents of ponds left under planted trees,
their shaded skirts overflow to bask in light.
Persnickety pollywogs wag their flags
of freedom, they turn into waves from ripples.
Unseen bites in unshelled seeds scatter
over a reed that the gosling's waddle cripples.
A cat's tail pittles and then it paddles after
the surrogate hen (she is to be smartly goosed
and fattened), not giving thanks to farmer Brown.
Now the night comes and the farm grows quiet.
On a typical day in the life of back country living
being the main course is no cause for riot.
Toni Slate 10-'01
You Can't Have My Heart
You can't have my heart,
the wing makers were up all night
waiting for beat and breath to part.
And when I alight
you will not find me
anchored to fog or fright.
Slowly will I descend
into the chasm-heaven
clutching angelic portend.
No matter, be it in that wild wind
midway to Manchester
or breastfeeding sea-born island.
Death can't have my heart.
He filled his cup with lager,
his head with Lucifer's art.
His dark day does not come,
His wicked flame flounders.
This reaper sleeps alone and numb.
Like an Autumn leaf
my heart burns with passion
wanted by a devil-frosted thief.
Sweet silent beat,
strung inside masted rope,
steals my soul from hellfire's heat.
Toni Slate 09-22-'08
Angels Love Dew
Spring, spring is coming!
And lovers follow quietly
while unfound shadows light
the way and string the night.
We touch each other
in front of firelight,
a blanket of preconception
sprawled over wilderness
after wilderness, warming
every infant thought
upon the pine-dressed bed.
We lay beneath symphonic sky
where tertiary-red blend
into not falling but shooting stars.
Wingless, we make it this far.
You know I won't abandon you
for summer, this pain is personal,
what I do I must do for you.
Until now and again tomorrow,
I love you like angels love dew.
Toni Slate 02-25-'06
My Guardian Angel
My guardian angel
likes to wash her wings
at waterfalls with a pail
filled with light as she sings.
My guardian angel
like to wear make-up
and a robe with a veil
that she keeps in a tea cup.
My guardian angel
likes to watch the sun dive
into the path of traveling quail
while waiting for me to arrive.
My guardian angel
likes to watch me write
as clouds quietly sail
through star-twinkle light.
Toni Slate 07-08-'07
Mirrored Sky
Take every ocean
and every stream,
take all the motion
from every dream,
squeeze them together
until every changing eye
rains with their kind of weather
and clouds every mirrored sky.
05-10-'07
Paint Tommow
Mist 'morrow's mountains
tipped on your brush.
Wrap skies into sunsets,
whiten clouds in a rush.
Dip dimensional depth
into heavenly height,
a sun in the corner,
birds singing in flight.
Toni Slate 11-'01
I LOVE YOU
In big-coloring-book-long-ago-days
Life angel-fed my hills in the haze
On lines that flowed with solid fire.
Veiled light foes the wind-bowed wire;
E-words still sing to calm my heart.
Yesterday's dream ripped my pages apart.
Over all One's space I'm loving hue
Uniting every poetic picture with you.
Toni Slate 06-11-06
Angel Dangle
Angels of love
with souls algow,
tell me why is it so
that neither Popes nor Saints
are neither lost nor saved.
Their eyes and their ears,
fixed on the memories of years,
pile pane onto elongated pane,
over their car-linked train.
The windows,
of that rain-splattered picture
of your guard so far from near,
why some cannot spot you
or your light dangling from here?
Toni Slate 08-26-'09
Rhythm Of Wings
A married message,
the Alpha's passage,
streams across the blue:
Gabriel I love you.
Dance and sing with me
beneath the apple tree.
Deep skies fill the Earth
with news of our birth.
The alphabet beat,
tapped by echoed feet,
is music to a host of a trillion
angels and also the lion.
A pair of poets play a part
in the dance, as one heart.
Through that meadow go we
from eye-glass to seventh sea.
Victory is an afternoon treat;
in between worlds we meet,
the day the moon kings
the rhythm of wings.
Toni Slate 05-24-06
Rays On Sun
Today is here to stay
but yesterday has gone.
Tomorrow is far away
from this view on the lawn.
Little birds peep-a-cheep
and a squirrel skidaddles into
the yard at the base of a steep
sky rolled in linquorish blue.
Kiss me soft,
kiss me long
lover kiss me oft'.
warm me with your song.
Is that an angel's ring
or it yours, rays on Sun?
You sound like Spring,
you smell like cinnamon.
Shadows play in the breeze,
the afternoon is delightful
where apples grow on trees
and their falling most frightful.
Kiss me soft,
kiss me long
lover kiss me oft'.
warm me with your song.
Toni Slate 2010
Ocean Shack
The time is near
to sleep my darling dear
but before we do
I will love you true.
Behind the door
and on the floor
all over the place
I'm softly in your face.
Until you kiss me
to set us all free
one taunting touch at a time,
this love's no crime.
Our bodies locked together
riding lace and leather,
I hold onto the horn
and your mane I adorn.
Your manly stride
boldly greets the tide
with courage of mind
giving in to sweet grind.
We play all night,
we toil in the light,
moahhhhning for more
on that starlit shore.
Toni Slate 07-07-'10
