doves come to drink, birdbath low
bluejay fights, dove lands elsewhere
that bath totally dry, but
sage brings water with an air
Sorrento Blonde (arancia bionda sorrentina)
the thick skinned fruit
a mederain treat
were the zest to your
alpine soda water
would yeild a flavor
that others would envy
come back to me
and you will find the difference
in the sweet citrusy taste of
our fruit!
our high juice content make's everything better!
sweet sweet love
that draw the flavors of collaberated effords together.
of love speak me
as sweet as one would want
and as reliable as nature itself
come back and such sweetness shall welcome you!
the sentimental favorite
with the taste to back up it's reputation
So many things we talk about
So many things we share
Confide in you I do, no doubt
To you my self is bare
I grant to you all access
Step into my world
And learn the things that make me tick
The deepest me unfurled
The area where the coffee scent fills the air
Where the homeless see the well off and just stare
Everyone has their heads down into their phones
Beautiful buildings and waterfalls running off stones
The people are too educated to be nice and polite
Front desk security is called if something isn't right
Plenty of places to choose from to fill their hunger
People on the move are bumping into one another
Everyone seem to have the same serious expression
Leaving you with that strictly business impression
Businesses lunches, Brief cases, and due dates
Demanding bosses and paperwork that can't wait
It's a fast pace world and it must be hard to keep up
The metropolitan area is not a place to interrupt
A-s
N-oble
N-urturer
T-ruly
E-mbraces
J-oyful
I-ndividual's
D-omain
O-r
R-ealm
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Monocrostic (Birthday of Ann R. Tejidor)
Lines blur, hard to see,
Right and wrong in shifting fog,
Truth becomes obscured.
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On the Garden State Parkway
In New Jersey state,
There are places to stop
To put food on your plate
Or put gas in your tank
Or prevent further grief
With a stop to the restrooms
To get some relief.
Certain rest stops are named
After locals of fame,
Since their monikers give them
A touch of acclaim.
One such area called
“Jon Bon Jovi” salutes
The adored well-known singer
With New Jersey roots.
I’m not sure if Bon Jovi’s
Possessed of a clue
That his namesake’s the place
People pee or they poo.
They wrote this play to target
folk like us to be together.
Anyone who share these types of interest
would find this worthy of paying
money to see.
It's a neither lacks excitement or meaning
instead it combines them both
with the popular detail that makes
something entertaining and great.
The play set it self uses a three room set
and a laboratory set where
the actors engage into the exciting skits
of know thingness
that fuses a storyline
which creates villans and heroes
allowing the folky people create
the narritive which
might instruct the audiences
sense of what's happening.
The guy wears a mask and stands
to distance him slef
while another man who knows whats going on
and he knows why it's going on so he
engages into foolishness with no purpose.
He dawns the same mask and stay's in the distance
too. The badguy mask wearer is looking for
the secret formula: he knows who has it
and he know's where it is. He must get close enough to
retreive the formula which he beleives to be his.
Goodluck Production company in collaberation with
Break a leg Drama Inc.
and VerbArea Music Company. Border and Cuclorama
Direction and Staff.
certain area
the nice silver moon smoothly
kissed blue light ocean
gentle and lovely touching
warm so romantic evening
Struck down powerless with astonishment
as the Brocken spectre took its shape
forming one shadow breathing out
from the misted oceans a fierce bitter wind whispers
curling cries around the mountain howling suffering
Where an odd sound echos strangely
three times striking the spine with ice trembles
Then the crunch of lightening suddenly strikes this note
darkness causes uneasy feelings
when the shield of light is blinding
to the lost yet to be found wanting
opposite the sun enormous magnified shadows
begging to be seen casting lots upon the surfaces of clouds opposite
one head crowned figure emerges surrounded by glowing halo-like rings
the formation of glory rises from within shaping destiny
Where rings of coloured light appear directly opposite the sun
when sunlight finally meets a cloud uniformly-sized
water droplets refresh the misted vision held bathed
.
Battle Scared Area Did Bombard
After the area they did bombard
it had been badly battle scarred
Out from forest soldiers did flow
In past golden wheat would grow.
Windows rattled and walls shock
Bright red blood flowed in a brook
From dead who are no longer here
To heaven they all did disappear.
Are honorable and have been brave
Who now do lie in a lonely grave
Where singing bird can be heard
With God often I have conferred.
Our soldiers we will always love
Were welcomed by God up above
According to our understanding
Are in heaven after safely landing.
From reading book 1776.
Unbearable heat
hinterland the midday sun,
seems war forced training ...
Happy birthday, dear Estrella,
A poet wants to pen a quote;
Silent is the writing area
For an expression and a note.
Topic: Birthday of Estrella Marcia (March 31)
Bay Area Nigh December
A tryst on a San Francisco trolley
that exhibits penchant amidst a glance,
for 'tis wintry time launch all, too jolly
save two turtledoves, culled cooed romance
left in steep devotion, neglects folly.
Atone solemn occasions ere chapel
doors left open, soul worshippers pass stained
glass multicolored figurines, dapple
its windows amidst Christmasy lights, trained
eyes in wonder, gulp an adam's apple.
Snowflakes patterned distinctly, blankets bare
grounds painstakingly, changing verdant green
to an achromatic dressed whitewash wear,
rotating perspective picturesque scene
consistent seasons shift that we now fare.
The Golden Gate bridge, waning its glit of
citrus rising, squirting into blind eyes
forced to shades, now visibly shone 'twas love
delicate trace of your countenance guise
as it chalks a blackboard wrote from above.
2020 November 14
*8th Place*
Quintain-Sicilian
~~Emile Pinet
You’re still a young man
tower of power
was the band
for me
back in the day
the greatest funk band
of all time
proudly East Bay Grease
multi-racial, multi-cultural
great horn section
of all
they did it right
and their best song
You’re still a young man
was the best make out song
of all time
best song to slow dance
with a potential lover
at a party
best love song
of the 70’s
and I still recall it
and all the woman
i danced to the song
with back in the day
and I still feel
that I am still a young man
with the love of my life
playing the song
of my life
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