Summer reading brings me a sense of peace
Adventures gathered bring me sweet release
In a book, crimson covered
A new world I discovered
Suddenly, my life is filled with caprice
TRANSPORTED BY CART
DID TAKE ALONG HIS SWEETHEART
LEFT OTHERS APART
The bright morning sun warmed the freshly bloomed peonies,
as their petals opened, they danced in the light breeze.
A hummingbird hovered over the fragrant blossoms,
stopping to sip the fresh nectar with fluttering wings.
A cat eagerly watched from the grass, chattering away,
then suddenly the hummingbird flew away.
Of all the phases,the best phase of life
Although you try,can not out wipe.
The little toes,the little fingers
Some are dancers,some are singers.
The innocent creature, with ego and fear
Knows no sins,enjoys,plays,ready to cheer.
Dearest to mother, yet open to all
Eager to explore, after every fall.
Enjoys the company of dear ones
Jumps into adventures,missing no chance.
Childhood days and childhood years
The fancy characters of child,every parent bears.
The snapshots of childhood memories stay forever
The years lived then...return never.
Poseidon beckons
Set sail tomorrow
instruments, provender
to beg or borrow
choppy waves,
darkling horizon
adventures in store
a sailor's eyes on
(“Something from Nothing”, 2024, original encaustic)
Anima comes and goes
Ever youthful sprite
Of singular beauty
In ever changing form
Like a year of turning seasons
A day of shifting light
A being aging in a lifetime
Sometimes she seems to leave me
And sometimes lead me on
Then comes to pull me in
With a kiss that simply says
We have never been apart
Anima knows me
Better than I know her
Like a mirror
Endlessly reflecting light
(3/5/26)
Though I traveled the world
I never did find
aught but vacuous
women and wine
Distant shores
promised gold
panned for weeks
then got rolled
Wonders of nature
thrilled me not
manmade marvels
I quickly forgot…
A fitting end to
all my adventures
Woe is me ~ I lost
my dentures
You may missed it, but you are
incandescently alive; a shooting star
at dusk-colored sky. Falling
into the atmosphere, first contact of
fresh air. Friction
wears you armor in blazing flame, highlight—
In the star-sown space, you
a knight descending into this earth
on your loyal mount that is
you, and stardust from unnamed planets
that you once drifted among
aimlessly—until inevitably gravity
from this earth hooked
you. Out of all lost asteroids—
You
Into this earth
you fall, this earth you soar—in a sky shared
with this new species called doves, you
fly your own sky, draw
a tail of wonderstruck dusts
On trails no comets share, tremble—fear—
but keep chasing, by dint of
the white-hot oxygen that
ignites heartbeat at risk of explosion—
Know: in your motherland they speak
the tale of a young star
claiming his spark in new air.
touch of a friend when ill
thoughts of past adventures
tender moments of love
trusting beyond knowing
times my compassion won
two lives becoming one
triumph through tragedy
In laughter's echo, memories glow
We played those suckers, putting on a show
With every scheme and well-worn grin
Together, son, we always win
© daniel miltz
Anyone who sees life as a series of adventures
will find themselves constantly grinning
because they know when one adventure comes to and end
a new one is beginning.
Darl! Let's go to Manhattan beach,
There we can catch some fish,
Then you'll cook a nice dish,
That we'll eat under the Beech.
This time, if Jennifer goes,
She'll want to eat a lot of Mangoes,
Then we'll send some by cargoes,
Like we did when we were on hol's in Fargo.
Oh! That reminds me, dearie!
Can you help me cut down this Cherry?
Don't think I am going nuts;
'Cos I earlier made you climb that Walnut.
Just like on Long Island, If not for Jennifer;
I would've broken my spine,
When you wanted me to cut down a Connifer,
But I still got injured by a falling Pine.
Long Islands! That's where we saw many Rowans,
In a forest planted by the Romans,
I thought I'd find some of their treasures,
It would've made our memories more to measure.
Those are not Rowans, they are Hawthorns!
Hawthorn? That tree I climbed was without thorns,
Anyway, there's a lot of fun playing with trees,
There's no such adventure that nature gives more free.
Her lips were firmly planted on mine
It is a moment I will cherish for all time
Remembering back to my first kiss thinking this would be the girl I would marry
I could tell she was the one when she gave her books to carry
My friends were at school the next day ready to make fun of me in their usual way
When is the wedding and are we invited I heard them say
Why is it the first girl we kiss we think it is going to be our future wife
Then reality sets in letting us know we are still teenagers barely starting in life
The chances of spending the rest of my life with that girl are small at best
It does not usually take very long before you have journeyed to another quest
One thing I can say for sure I will never forget that first kiss
Which leads the way to new adventures of future bliss
The slightest touch of her magical touch
From her my Ladies loving feathery soft teasing hands as tender and whispy as As a fluttering Butterflies paper wings
On my receptive over sensitive skin
Evokes the sweetest pleasure and the most exquisite pain
And a heat-quenching shower of tiny love-shape8d cooling refreshing rain
My body tenses to a peak and then released under her command
Awakening virginal dormant sensations
Almost too sensitive to bear
Making me finally understand
What true love really feels like
And a good woman's control and power
To turn someone on
And I tell you she can
Such warm ecstatic sublime pleasure
Exquisite sweet ecstasy to a thankful appreciative needy Man
That eagerly returns it with an unrestrained passion on fire
Abundant purity of sacred eternal love and meaningful gentle breathy kisses
During that hot euphoric magical Union of hearts souls and minds
No one else on earth could understand
Just how special my woman is to me
But her and I
Once in Sikkim a ranch owner,
Employed young Atek as a herder.
Who dedicatedly looked after the animals,
In a pure place where no one travels.
He loved to play his melodious flute,
Made of the Lepcha bamboo shoot.
He played aplenty tunes forlorn,
Every night and every morn.
A dusk he played the flute in drear,
Jyamphi Moong appeared from no where.
He saw a Yeti extremely scary,
Reverse footed and very hairy.
And then a song he did compute,
On his exotic bamboo flute.
Jyamphi Moong loved his music,
But poor Atek! He became too sick.
Then he avoided playing the flute,
So that the Yeti, he could refute.
But the Yeti would not restrain,
Insisted that he continued the refrain.
He felt like the Yeti's pawn,
Being forced to play on and on.
Later with a bonfire, Atek was ready,
Applying butter on his whole body.
Simultaneously, he played the flute,
For sure, he wanted Yeti to elute.
Yeti applied butter just like him,
Especially on each and every limb.
The buttered hairy body was afire,
The Yeti fled towards the hill still on fire.
Ever since Yeti lives in the Himalayan terrain,
This is where she likes to remain.
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