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Details | Free verse | |

Sunshine Flowers

The Daffodil, peeks at the yellow rays of the Morning Sun
She raises her head  :through the withering snow mound : with Dazzling Beauty
The Daffodil , Sings in harmony; Arise for I am : the Spring
The Golden weed, the Dandelion , reflects the yellow Halo Floating in the Sky
Knowing Life is short ,the Dandelion dots the Summer landscape
With Her Halo turning White, She calls the Wind and flies through the rays of the Sun
Goldenrod waits until summer is  nigh o’er before waving elegantly 
To the Yellow orb, warming her roots, She melodiously  Sings Forever be Your Glory 
The Goldenrod , humbly  Hums Hymns : to the very Eye of  a Loving GOD 
Yellow Roses speak of the Memories : “watching  the grass “Sportsman’s WAVE””
She sees the Glory of Nature : more Beautiful with each Magnificent  : Sunrise
Yellow Roses, petals so Silky Soft, holding in “ Remembrance “  a long Lost “ LOVE “
The “ AquaRose “ that Grows, in the deep Caribbean Sea “4 miles North of Aruba” 
Screams For the Sun, from her watery Grave, Yet she shines in a sea of  “ Sapphire   
                                                 " Blue " 
The Depth of the  “Blue sea, the Blue Sky above” Shadow  the glow of Sweet  
                                            "  Sunshine "
       Inspired by the Contest : " Flowers " : Sponsored by Francine Roberts
             Dedicated To my LOVES : " Barbara Jean "  & " Lenore Ellen "
              Author's Note : I Hope this is Read the way it was Written
                  YOUR Liege ALWAYS, LOVE : HGarvey Daniel Esquire
                                                7th Place win


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Fading from life

it’s always august’s end
september’s beginning
that bothers me the most

i feel that brush of cool air
press against me
like a kiss on dead lips

the trees are now painted 
a sunset’s reflection
but all i see is red
in summer’s end

the leaves dance gracefully
beneath the winds
one last time
before they fall

the trees will soon stand 
blank of life
like you and you and you
and my mind
as i remember
each ending
as i watched them 
fall from life
amongst summer’s end



09/07/13


Details | Rhyme | |

WATCHING A SUMMER STORM IN DOYLESTOWN

    WATCHING A SUMMER STORM IN DOYLESTOWN
I was laid to rest, 
my death keeps getting better.
If you find me here, you know, I'm yours to keep.
I could try to say 
I love you in this letter,
or pretending you are here, sing you to sleep.

If the world was mine,
I find it quite amusing,
I would give it all away, to see your eyes,
I would save your life,
and everything you're losing,
all because you never see who's telling lies.

I am just as dead
as is your heart each morning.
If the wind has blown, you know I will be there.
I will touch your life,
without much of a warning,
never look for me, just know I'm everywhere.

I'm a summer storm,
my hope is crashing thunder.
I'm a lightning bolt, my love is five alarm.
if I rain all night,
it's just a spell I'm under,
you should know I'm dead, and won't do any harm.

I'm a little boy.
An old man getting younger.
All I have is how I know how things should be.
We still want the world
to live in death and hunger,
yet I love your eyes, when your eyes look at me.


Details | I do not know? | |

Spring Summer And Fall

From bright colors even the brightest blond turns grey.
Grown men now stand.
Were once young children did play.

 The once new cover.
Is now tattered and torn.
time has all but erased the oaths  once proud men had sworn.

The field now overgrown  still haunts memories of the blue and grey.
Old worn headstones markers of were they'll forever lay.
No bell to ring no voice shall call.
The ghosts of the past erased by spring summer and fall.

The old porch stands hidden by a overgrowth of vines.
Now blank are the boards that once were painted signs.
The blood followed swiftly from the wound of the past.
To forge a path to a time that could never last.

Gone is the tree that once stood so very tall.
Forgotten by time 
So is the legend of spring summer and fall.


Details | Epitaph | |

my angel

i met you in the springtime when the flowers were in bloom
and i knew yyou were my angel when you walked into the room
i knew that god had sent you down on the wings of a big white dove
just to be with only me and tto bring angelic love

our hands were ever so entwined and united were our hearts
we knew that we would walk together until death did we part
when sprringtime turned to summer we were happy as could be
and i just could not imagine all the love you had for me

now when summer turned to autumn and we felt the gentle breeze
i was ever so elated because you were still with me
but the time has turned the pages and i am so all alone
today god sent other angels just to guide my angel home


Details | Ballad | |

Memorial for Cain

'They' tell me, now, A husky-mix dog won't stay. Tie 'em up, pen 'em, Or the neighbor's complain. So, I didn't even Look for another Cain. But let me tell you, My Cain dog was Husky. Silver and grey and a 'from the toenails' growl... But HE stayed, no chains. Small town, Oklahoma, no leash. Everybody knows everybody; me and Cain, Bicycle riding, summer days. Grandma Dugan waving, Mr. John Long tossing out soup bones, For Cain. "Yonder's thet Earli and her dawg." "Boy! Pur-D-hot! Wisht'id rain." "Wonder whar she's going 'ta noon?" Nap, doze, one more summer gone... But...so was Cain. "Hey Earlie? Thet you, girl?" "Whar's thet big white dawg?" "Oh yeah?" "Too bad." and "How'd he die?" "You don't hardly seem like Earli, Without thet white dog, Cain." Ten long, hard years and lots of road. But no white dog's shoulders To share the good times...or the pain, And...I don't hardly FEEL like Earli, Without my white dog, Cain.


Details | Free verse | |

If I Shall Grow Old 2K13

If these eyes shall become blinded, and if this
hair shall come to be combed thinly and grey;
No, it would not be the end of the world.
I would still see beauty therein this world through
the songs of Crickets and Feathered Songsters.
The breeze would yet whisper and trees still dance.
I would yet smell the freshly bloom of Spring.
I'd still endure Summer's sweltering heat.
I'd yet feel Autumn's leaves crunch 'neath these toes.
I'd still long to be fireside with Winter.
Disabled or not, perhaps I'd yet walk
therein wonderful imagination.
How I'd be forever young at heart!
Then just as one journey came to an end,
I'd indeed greet another with a smile.


Details | Free verse | |

Work

Work.
Toil.
The pain I put in the ground.
For such a precious thing.
Corn. 
The family enjoys their meal.
They plant their leftover kernels.
And wait for me to tend to them.
Work. 
An endless cycle in which happiness is born.


©Demand4poetry
21 February 2013


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Tragic Feather

Oh, tragic feather what is thy tragedy
No longer freedom gay or certian loft
How is this thy new translation
From a majesty, unto a wing thou hath mighty dropped

Were thou thus, shunned, cast away 
Or merely, cut out or off
As limb from downward spiral angel
Perhaps, a troubled finch or insanity in wayward hawk

Lie, if thou must, be it amidst a deafening silence, lonesome soft
But, I plead, please tell me fallen feather, what hath befallen thee
Thy tuft to ne’er evermore touch again
What life should be, warmth of the summer's breeze

Sleep, sleep now 'neath the alley's gutter greys 
Catching Weeping Willows damning drops
Adrift as the drowning lily dying
In seas of the myriad scattered rots

An accomplice I shall say, within a winter's willing white
And alas, buried ordinary in this doth the corpse delight
Far beneath the crowds held at bay and forever lost
Now thou hath become the naked grove of wicker and then...
                                   the more of naked souless crops


Details | I do not know? | |

The Obscure Love

The cash and carry of love
Which summer doth requisite
When will thou birth me a dove?
Soon autumn will bid for hunt-		5
To gratify winter’s drudge
Oh! Far is the sight of spring
None can pacify better
For season flies without wings
And quick does it charm scald beauty
 Of whose time shall be pleaded?	10
As vaguely summer doth leave
Crow beckons with a caw
The womb that is long barren
Whom for eon is not loved
And in earth’s hate it joy is lost		15
Quick drains life off it victim


Details | Couplet | |

Summer Couplet




Upon my knees in desperation     the parched sand trickles through my hand
the steady drumbeat of Summer's song      rolls like death across the land







Details | I do not know? | |

Summer Dress

Summer dress she sews
Until her fingers bleed
Mending and mourning 
Memories that will never be
Earsplitting new silence
Running through each stitch

Dress, mustard colored with stars
Embroidered with sadness, by confusion
A nightmare from which she can’t awaken
The last thing she will ever wear 
Her summer dress made in grief

Death came for her too soon
Roses, white, will rest on her
Embraced by heaven’s angels
She is beautiful in the summer dress
Stitched by her sorrow stricken mother


Details | Abecedarian | |

Adieu

Already the leaves are staining red,
Blood, too thin, seeps through taut skin,
Capillaries weak walled and weeping;
Dying Summer bows proud head,
Emptied of green glory;
Filled, fiery cauldrons blaze red-orange,
Golden flamed tongues glowing.
How harsh that she must fly
Into the great beyond,
Jettisoned like a human soul
Killed before its time.
Letting go, whether fast or slow,
Makes no variance in the pain;
Numbingly, it strikes the heart
Over and over again.
Passionate, she would linger,
Queenly in her floral gown,
Regaled for stunning splendor;
Sympathy never his approach,
Time beats a strong percussive stroke
Unstoppable, dispensed in quick cadence.
Valiantly she struggles, clinging,
While wild winds hew each leaf down;
Xylogenous lichen sparsely veils
Yearning limbs laid vulnerable and bare:
Zephyrus and Chloris frolic there no more.


Note: Zephyrus, the gentle god and personification 
of the west wind, the bringer of light spring and 
summer breezes in Greek mythology; he abducted 
and fathered children with the goddess Chloris and 
gave her the domain of flowers.

Xylogenous - living on or in wood

August 15, 2014


Details | Rhyme | |

Seasons

As the Summer Sun
Is fading 
The Autumn frost
Spent three months waiting
To come and put
All those to sleep
Cherished children
I could not keep

Now the deed is
Duly done
The willows weep
With leaves, they'll shun
The summer greens
Have turned to grey
Thus winters wind
Is on it's way

Snowy blanket or,
Shroud of death
The piecing chill of
Winter's breath
I stand impatient 
"Till it be done
And see once more
When Spring 
Has Sprung

And in that day
When Sun is new
And does the job
It's destine too
My children will
All rise again
Until this cycle
Once more, begins


Details | Pantoum | |

THE UNHOLY DEAD

   THE UNHOLY DEAD
He would take her to heaven if she chose to go
but her world's just a place for the dead,
if she had a solution he wanted to know,
in a while it would be in his head.

All her world is a place for the unholy dead
she might answer his question two times,
in a while he might see, but will lose it instead
holding out for an answer that rhymes.

she might answer his question, and answer it twice,
"yes I love you but don't want to go,"
so he holds out much longer because of the price
of the things that he never should know.

"Yes I love you but it's not time for me to leave,"
she has told him, but didn't explain,
"Love is something you never should know nor believe,
unless you are a sweet summer rain."

Yes she told him, but didn't tell all that she knows,
he can't see how she loves him so much,
like a sweet summer rain she appears and then goes
to the heaven he wants her to touch.

He can't see how she loves him, his heart is so blind,
nor that they are in heaven--but how?
And he wants so to touch her, and then he will find
they're together in heaven right now.

How they got to heaven, she said time and again,
"I have loved you much longer than me,"
and together in heaven, they see how love's been
for as long as a true love can be.

She has loved him much longer than sweet summer rain
and before she was ever a child,
for as long as a true love that's hard to explain,
from where-ever a true love is filed.

And before she was young, in her place of the dead,
they were younger than love ever knows,
and where-ever love is, in the heart or the head,
they've gone into where-ever love goes.
© ron wilson


Details | I do not know? | |

Pleas and Poison

Who takes the last breath in the summer sun?
I'll die in autumn disaster smiling for the purity I've seen

Sullen sun rain on me
A fleeing soul into the dark and deep

Sleep
No thought
No Touch
No words


Kisses never here
Smile forgotten

Make me stone when i am dead
Take away my name

Tell god i've been shamed since Cesarean escape....
...I didn't know what I was getting into.....

I'll take my last look when the summer comes


Details | Elegy | |

The Summer in Your Smile

The leaves had changed to rainbow hues and soon the trees were bare
And though you’re gone, I know, deep down, that you are always there
And while my heart is broken and my life’s become a trial
I’ll never lose the memory of the summer in your smile.

Snowflakes ride across the sky on keen edged winter winds.
The sun and moon light day and night, two dimly glowing twins
And ice-cased wires adorn the roads for mile on frozen mile
While I stay warm relaxing in the summer in your smile.

The world lies buried ‘neath a shroud of newly fallen snow
That rolls around and piles in drifts when frigid breezes blow,
But I know the chill can’t touch me with its icy fingers while
I spend my days basking in the summer in your smile.

Soon spring will be upon us, then summer’s hot and humid days
And the sunny days will all be blurred behind a teary haze,
But I’ll go on and do my best to make my life worthwhile
And live within the golden light from the summer in your smile.



Details | Rhyme | |

cycles of love

my mark is fresh like snow in air
brisk and mist will crisp on hair
fists ball up from risk to care
whisper and stare but all is fair
love and reason, flow like seasons
the endings blending and quite seeming
parts of hearts, tho awake or dreaming
half is seeing, the other believing
eyes align and beats will sync
eyes a line for heat to sink
taken quickly for a fall
lovers stroll through memories' hall
echoes stir sight and scent
my senses flight keeps suspense
until logic teaches what it meant
all good things come to an end
summer lighting longer days
more hours to burn for lovers lay
precious tokens we hope to stay
from constant change or parting ways
spring into action to save those astray
a few more years can cost a pay
with lives and sacrifice displayed
perhaps tomorrow will be okay
years can fly like clouds in sky
feelings revealing what to decide
and just like that were back to try
to love the same until we die


Details | Lyric | |

Autumn's Arms

Written November 17, 2013


The summer dies slowly
Into autumns arms
And winter does linger
Until spring breathes at dawn
I've fallen for you
Cast under your spell
My gaze as stone
As the old towne well
My face as pale
As the moon in the night sky
My heart unspoken
Left wondering why
These days are so chaotic
Yet these nights so serene


Details | Elegy | |

Summer Breeze

As the summer breeze blows through the air
I can feel your presence, I know you are there
As the summer breeze blows across the sea
I can feel your presence, it overwhelms me
As the summer breeze blows around the earth
I can feel your presence as I did at your birth
As the summer breeze blows through the trees
I can feel your presence from my head to my knees
As the summer breeze blows across my face
I can feel your presence though 
You're in another place                                                              
As the summer breeze blows half past seven
I can feel your presence even though you're in Heaven
As the summer breeze blows and leaves entangle
I can feel your presence my sweet little Angel
As the summer breeze blows the tears now start
I can feel your presence within my heart


Copyright © 1998 Shari E Davis


Details | Free verse | |

Mercury

My mind is dirt and this soil my curse
The seeds you plant in this heat make me worse
I just get so nervous, like I should believe
So perhaps I am wicked and not meant to be

And the steam that is rising
Intoxicates quickly
I have grown pale and swollen and sickly

Crocodile, crocodile, dry off your eyes
And take back your sorrowful, meaningless lies
I dream of your lovers, I wish for their deaths
Inside plastic bags, I will keep their last breaths
And with confined sighs, go north for a rest

I will leave with my murders and nothing will matter
Hot into cold, my love it will shatter

Beneath a deep snow, I will hibernate sweetly
And sleep off this hatred that binds me completely
I’ll pluck all my hairs, I’ll spin them for thread
To sew up the gashes I’ve put in your bed
And with mattress mended, go sleep with the dead

And the water that drips
Is forming a knife
My cheeks will be rosy devoid of past strife

My thoughts will be still when the earth has gone hard
The roots of your anger will leave my heart scarred
I just get so anxious, with all I believe
So perhaps I am wicked and not meant to be


Details | Bio | |

what it took me all

In search of summer though hopeless but in vain I cry for summer. Pain broken heart sorrows and hopelessness I had to deal with to get to my destination. Pain over here pain over there, left abdicated in the mystery of nowhere caught in the wrong chemistry. Locked and forgotten my days are over my life is useless at this point, my illusions are devastated I have no future. Been alone in this small cell is my new world, have not learned my mistakes but have learned that life is what you lead it to be missing those wonderful summer moments. It might sound surprising that am not longing to change but looking forward to full filling my dreams. Enjoyable were those days as I made it seem like heavens belong to me, i governed my clan as my name was praised. With the honour of who I was a great drug dealer which am still not regretting, I did what I had to do to obtain my pride. As my mum ruins my world it was like I were never me it was painful it was heartless of her those names she called me "A bastard child, a mistake" I had no other choice. To thee who gave us life To thee who protects us to thee who sees all I prayed to recommending that I have no rights to question him why for he is the almighty and his ways are unquestionable. 

Dealing with the agony days after days years after years it kept getting deadlier, I have pleaded, I have suffered I was forced to live again. I felt it was high time to agree on a solution as i made up my mind to rebel, though my beloved mother choose drugs against my life. The love I alter for her never did change an will never.  I can still see it happening  it was not my intentions to take her life I was only trying to protect my self but things happen. I wasn’t happy neither was I dismal I was at a certain point satisfied. Turning around walking away, my body felt cold my heart felt heavy and empty, I was no more myself I felt different I felt brave I didn’t feel guilty taking the life of the person who gave me life and tampered with it boldly I delivered myself to the police, I murded her I murdered my mother in tears I shout. With 17 in jail and so shall it be till I rot in here. God is with me as I am with myself.
She left in summer by my force as i was born in summer in her pain.


Details | Free verse | |

Roses

She glances
From afore does she stare
Poised passive without motion
Petals grace and glance in glimmer
Dans la roseraie de la vue
Attractive allure into light's lust 
Marinating morning's delectable dew
Entwined is she in the rose's vine
Flowered fluorescence enclosed eloped
Claret joues et l'éclat rose
From the bud doth she now call
Flowered glances doth pollen pose
She glances...
Coeur brisé


Details | Free verse | |

Summer Days

Summer Days

Summer days
Hot and sweltering
Below a burning hot ball of gas
No breezes to cool the land
The lakes steam a bleak grey fog
As the air seeks to evaporate the water below
The coolness of the water
The heat of the unending sun
Bake the bodies lying on the dead lake shore
Some merely skeletons
No flesh or muscle
They tell the stories of many summer days
Too many days of infernal heat
Petite young girls and strong young men
Line the shores in an annual ritual
Naked they turn red and brown as their bodies roast
Cooking ever so neatly in the Earth’s oven
They do not feel the heat
They do not see the death which surrounds them
They only see beautiful tan bodies
They see the fun the summer day offers them
God, to be young again and not look around


Details | Free verse | |

An Ode to Birth and Death

Darkness ended, Winter released her icy grip; budding crystals soon began to drip.

The Earth then tendered, its surface filled with life; Spring now wed to Summer, the
radiant rays piercing the frozen skies.

But Beauty gives way to Destruction and forests turn to tinder.

Here lies the crossroads, an Ode to Birth and Death.

A flower that slowly bloomed left stranded now in late Spring, scorched by Summer’s rays,
but oh its beauty still remains.

It lives on desolate ground. A mind unfolded, it's heart retouched.

And at last outlasted a depression that once did rule. And you the fair Demise, how will
you compromise? When we together win the prize.

Flailing futilely in a sea of lies; the Fountain of Youth was found, its waters tainted.

Perhaps it’s best not to toy with Life and Death.

The Seasons unwillingly shifting, the Sun now in full bloom, and the flower starts to wilt;

Beautiful, as death begins to set, while Summer touched the Earth.

Petals fall away like tear drops on the skin, and light penetrates in a wonderful array.

Ever growing heat, now begins to drain them of life, while petals turned to dust, carried
away in gusts.

Together fertilized, yet unaware, it only dares to bring about despair.

Death gives back again to Life; an early end to a late start.

A new beginning comes from dust and decay, as the Summer sun now fades away.

The burning skies teaming with gray.

Death takes a new form; white, blinding, crushing and consuming.

Oh but gorgeous it remains, In time, life grows again,

Coming from the wastes of a flower that late bloomed.Yet life anew begins too soon.

In Winter’s last grasp, her touch did drain, when frozen ashes did remain;

Here is life’s penultimate breath, the greatest Ode to Birth and Death.


Details | Free verse | |

Changing Season

Crystal white  
dew crunches underfoot ...
late winter
late spring
freezing air in April
what will summer bring?

Old folks always talk
about the weather ...
the rain now masking the daily fear
of death.

Its getting closer
permeating consciousness
with its insidious reality.

Yes, what will summer bring
and will I survive
another winter
is how the mind begins
to tally the sand
as it flows through the hour glass
crystal white.


Details | Lyric | |

Summer Storm

 SUMMER STORM
I was laid to rest, 
my death keeps getting better.
If you find me here, you know, I'm yours to keep.
I could try to say 
I love you in this letter,
or pretending you are here, sing you to sleep.
If the world was mine,
I find it quite amusing,
I would give it all away, to see your eyes,
I would save your life,
and everything you're losing,
all because you never see who's telling lies.
I am just as dead
as is your heart each morning.
If the wind has blown, you know I will be there.
I will touch your life,
without much of a warning,
never look for me, just know I'm everywhere.
I'm a summer storm,
my hope is crashing thunder.
I'm a lightning bolt, my love is five alarm.
if I rain all night,
it's just a spell I'm under,
you should know I'm dead, and won't do any harm.
I'm a little boy.
An old man getting younger.
All I have is how I know how things could be.
We still want the world
to live in death and hunger,
but I love your eyes, when your eyes look at me.


Details | Free verse | |

The Drugs

Last week of my summer break
Hanging with my friends like always
Thats when I stumbled acrossed you
And suddenly I felt my heart grew weak

Instantly I fell in love with you, thats no lie
My soul fell for you as soon as I looked into your eyes
For they looked as though the sun was shining 
directly into them

He looked at me with more compassion
Then I had ever felt
Talking all summer just me and him
About everything and about nothing

What changed that autumn??
Was it your new friends
Because I saw what you did to your old ones
What made you into this kind of monster???

Although I never told you how I felt
I would still stay up at night and cry about it
Then the final day came when I found out the truth
How drugs were destroying the man I loved

From autumn to winter and from winter to spring
I couldn't believe how different you looked
Your eyes no longer shined like the sun
Your muscles weaker than ever before

I knew you were dying, I told you to stop
But you told me you didn't care
I wanted to leave you 
But I knew you needed me now more than ever

Summer comes around, schools are getting out
And off you left, leaving me all alone on this earth
Not even old enough to graduate and yet your gone
I never stopped warning you, but I still feel I'm to blame


Details | Elegy | |

The Gardener

He spent the golden years in his
garden growing vegetables like weeds.

With a Midas-like touch, instead of
gold, everything turned green.

Spring, summer and autumn, something 
about growing brought him great joy.

Perhaps he saw in the garden's changing
seasons a semblance of life others did not:

Childhood as spring when like young 
shoots he first grew,

Work and family as summer when his
crop began to yield,

Retirement as autumn when the fruits
of his labour were consumed.

And winter... well winter was his time
to rest and reflect on his crop.

He died in the winter of his being,
content with his harvest.


Details | Ballad | |

THE PASSING OF A KING

The Earthen King, 
had the strength of two castles 
One cannot fight the Wraiths, 
build so much 
For inside, 
something was breaking 

The King learned of his mortality 
and knew not why 
As nature changes... 
Some things wither... 
Some things die... 

For, during the fight for the Heartstone 
On the battlements 
The King was wounded deep 
During the dark days, 
he kept this secret 
For, there was much to keep 

A Kings' strength cannot last forever 
A King who built castles of stone 
During his final days, 
had the comfort of his Queen 
and the Heartstone 

The joy of Heartstone, 
tempered with the news instead 
Of a king, 
who lay dying in his bed 

The Faeries gathered round.. 
For, the time is near 
For, the King, they held dear 
The Summer Queen at his side 
With one peaceful sigh, 
he closed his eyes 
and died 

This is the nature of everything 
You cannot mourn, 
what you haven't lost 
The Summer Queen and the Faeries 
Knew this 
For deaths' sting, 
did not leave them forlorn 

The Passing of a King 
A great King 
Whose memories belong on the Magic Tapestry 
A King who built beautiful castles 
With the strength of two 

There were no tears 
Only sweet gentle rain 
The rustle of leaves, 
from the Whispering Trees 
A refrain 

The Summer Queen, 
kept one leaf from his cloak 
She kissed it gently and softly blew 
A west wind carried it through 
to the Whispering Trees 

The Trees took the King 
Made him part of everything 
The passing of the King, you see 
Natures' reason, 
as is the changing season 


Details | Narrative | |

Morning Glory

First light's crystal bright 
the rooster clock strayed 
sleeping through summer days
Passing slow in my old age
Jewel eyes blinking wide
blurred blind,eyes wincing hide
imaginitive high,closed eyesight
safe from morning light's
glare and artificial air

Narcotic vision offers spiritual distance from an invisable 
world changing without notice , sometimes without rational motives

Heatwave summer beyond the horizon thunder
Skin burning yearning effervescient rain
cool gray days eased sunburn pain
and dire thirst 
everydays the same almost rehearsed
walking dirt road paths through verdant fields
passed summer's yeild
cleared my mind bothered by old age
immersed in introspective gaze
yearning yesterdays

This existential path is dharmic bliss
stayed stoned on '60s narcotics
glimpsed the otherside...died



Details | I do not know? | |

True story of love

The days were multicoloured as we lived them, animated 
as we danced through seconds The flowers cheered 
and birds proclaimed our love would last, with chirps 
and orchestrated song from beaks. 

Marching across the garden, smartly dressed with complimenting colour, 
bumblebees saluted with their tail-stings. Bluebells, tall and sturdy 
defied the summer, retaining stance, 
seagulls flew above on winds in timely dance. 

The warmth of summer held our bodies tightly 
as we lay on fields laid out like Christmas wrapping. 
Our fingers tangoed on the arms of one another, 
Friction sparked, as kissing we lay crackling. 

But sun-dance turned to show down 
scissor ended tongues. From compliment 
to argument and all emotion, 
Hung. 

Friction turned to fighting and the sunlight 
burned away, the scent of summer passion fruits 
descended from the height of love 
to depths of it's decay. 

It broke me. Ripped away my spine 
as I was walking, bolt my bolt I heard myself destructing, 
collapsing in the pools of my demise, from twinkling pearls 
luscious love, I saw the hatred in your eyes. 


My wrists were bulging with our memories, your eyes reflected 
in my veins. Holding up a jaggered razor, in the dark of this stale room, 
I let it kiss my leathered skin, we spread the floor, inside this tomb.


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Upon Learning of His Wife's Cancer

"I only know that summer sang in me
 A little while, that in me sings no more."
                     --Edna St. Vincent Millay

After that, his eyes,
like blown-glass floats,
caught the summer print
of her cotton dress
nestled in saffron,
colandered through curtains.

Salmon-eyed from sun porches,
she planted asters and seaweed,
charading days
till thunder cracked
the cinnabar sun
and she found you, half-curled--
the long, raw metal conch
at your ear, as if a sleeping
child, listening
            for the silk of the sea.


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Healing Heat

T’was on a coolish summer night
Amidst dusk creatures howling
Fullest moon in all its might 
Essence of darkness prowling
Life was going on despite
The smell of death still lurking
Hooting owls returned from flight
Whilst bustling fast foods working

The lushes plains were over flowing
Long summer days, glorious delight
Nature’s feast, full bellies glowing
Bountiful prey, no need to fight
All was too good, balance shifting
The reaper saw this “minor” plight
“The edges need a little trimming”
His words while staring at the site

Ferocious speed, his sickle dangling
Takes to the fields with fury swipes
With each foul swoop, retracting, angling
And strikes a rock, a spark ignites
Catches his robe, him not knowing
The cloak of darkness set alight
Sends wildfires meandering
And creatures paralyzed with fright
 
This fire demon out sprinting
The fastest champion’s muscle drive
Wide-eyed hypnosis, heartbeat racing
Through the terror must survive
Flee from heated clutches chasing
See no moisture in dry eye
Longing for the heat embracing
Fuel unsoothed by wailing cry

Second winds and new beginnings
Tears falling from smokey skies
Transformations so amazing 
Blackened gravesite, torched surprise
Through the charcoal trees still burning
Fevered wings prepare for flying
Hope resembled, familiar yearning 
Phoenix spirit from ashes rising


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Full Moon Beach

The pale lace of ocean foam
Breathes on moonlight shore,
Pearl clouds like soft dice are cast
On night sky’s black floor.

Wind rustles and bends the palms
To sea’s lullabies—
Night birds cry out like children
As summer now dies.

Yet, here summer never parts—
Always lingers green—
The smell of ripe mangoes stay—
Sunsets are gold sheen.

We linger still in unreal
Worlds and hesitate—
Seasons call us back somehow
To fulfill our fate.

Ocean moon is full this night—
We heed the call of waves—
Water brings us back to life—
The earth shall mark our graves.


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Visitor

        
 





           Once upon a warm summer day
           She came to visit sharing her love
           Her heart was pure,her gifts were many.
           Her warm soft affection came into my life.
           Spreading sunshine and laughter as she went.
           Greeting me at the door as if I were a queen.
           I could not find a friend who gave me more
           Tears fell when she had to go on a cool rainy day
           It soddens me to lose my friend
           She was my joy, my laughter.
           Each time the sun shines I'll remember 
           My visitor who came on a warm summer day.