Art!
Repeater of dialogues
In the past
With accurate information
Telling the story of nations
The tickets of history
Portraying the beauty of nature.
Art!!
The imagination
Influencer
Every painting
Produce a muse
Steadily giving useful messages...
Art!!!
The soul and spirit
Awakener
Taking the mind
To realms of fantasy
Creating ecstasy
Art is the heart healer.
Summer rain
Sidewalk chalkboard eraser
Nature’s dust mop
Gutter gurgling street cleaner
Cold tickles soaking a smile
Awakener of worms
No hands car wash
Childhood puddle dreams
Umbrella salesman
Mud merchant
The hush
Upon the edge of heat
Yes death was an awakening
We did not realize we carried it with us
Until our smiles were wiped clean
And the laughter had stopped
It did not take long.
Vietnam was life game changer
We had been thrust into jungles
As GI Joe’s, ready to kick some butt
Instead, we were the ones being kicked.
As trigger explosions were going off and our friends were dying
We realized that death was waking us up
Begging for our full attention which we gave
For there is nothing like the horrors of war
To shake an eighteen-year-old out of his cocoon of innocence
To take his invincible attitude and twist it behind his back.
War is hell and death is the rude awakener
If this is not love, then what would it be
Since the past days, I am lost in a haze
My mood, dreamy and my senses foamy
Why, none would be able to put out this blaze
None except the muse of this sonnet
The muse, chosen by the skies on purpose
Chosen to help me entangle from life's net
Chosen to hold my frail hand as life flows
The muse I trust will take care of my plight
The muse who shall calm my growling monster
With the aura emanating from his sight
And with his warmth as his awakener
Since these past days, I remain on pink clouds
Hoping not to fall back down on glass shards!
Ol' Roy spoke right up without a care
So "Ceasar's" could plainly hear
"There is some ghastly stink over there
Where all those fish live my dear."
Well Goldie tried to hush him by saying
"It is not coming from our corner
But at the garden center on open displaying
Cow Manure with a scent that is an awakener"
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