The interconnectedness
of our two lives is astounding.
We are both high and low tide,
and as meant to be
as wings on a sea gull.
Our need for one another
is as great as an oyster-gray sea
being absorbed by a thirsty shore.
As the pearl requires the shell to protect its luster,
our essences live inside each other.
Within us there lives a coastal garden
where respect and trust
nourish and let flowers
blossom in adoration,
passion, and fulfillment.
More than lovers, husband or wife,
we are conjoined hearts,
twin souls who are destined to share
heartbeat with heartbeat while we walk
the sands of time as one spirit.
Together we are moonlight on silver water,
ecru tidal pools warmed by a mid-day sun,
the ambers and corals of a sunrise,
and warm winds moving pink clouds
across pale azure skies at sunset.
As we live our forever lives together,
breathing in what the other exhales,
may we hold fast to the awareness
of these grand universal pairings;
not the least of which is our love.
Green-eyed emotion erupts from warm emerald eyes
A viscous volcano erupts in my haggard heart
It's magma-traction under bright azure skies
Let's charter a dream and an island we'll chart
We'll sail soft waves South, on specific breezes
While the stars and the moon dangles their art
On sea's lofty breezes, the Pacific teases
To an island where all of my fantasies start
My green-eyed wondrous wonder, where wonders await
Igniting my wanton wishlist, scorching my eyes
My volcano erupts, and our flames soon relate
Then Heaven's gate opens, revealing my prize
I'm on an Island, in Heaven, with a Queen
Warm breeze, and these coral seas, speckle my view
And those same magma-scopic eyes of lush green
Sparkled all my fantasies and dreams that came true
To thrushes’ serenade at blush of dawn
and with the blooming of magnolia trees,
sweet Summer wills the sun to smile upon
the meadow flowers scenting morning’s breeze.
Sometimes she’s mellow; other times she’s bold.
She’ll sizzle, yet she’ll soothe with wind’s embrace.
She’s strawberries, fireflies and marigold.
In azure skies, she plants a rainbows’ grace.
Then drawn-out days at last come to an end.
Persimmon sunsets disappear from sight
when shadows creep and into darkness blend,
but her bright stars can light the blackest night.
I still recall how all my cares were flung
when she came. Oh, to be once more so young!
"Month by month, season by season, love will either come and go, or love will maybe somehow grow." - quote by author
In spring, love sauntered in. I still recall
your eyes like azure skies, enchanting me.
Along a country lane we strolled, hand in hand;
then kissed beneath a budding willow tree.
In summertime, we lay on a beach til night
had swallowed sun and showed us new delight -
bright diamonds shining down on just us two
as we shared dreams, giddy in the moonlight.
In autumn, days grew crisp, and even though
October’s leaves were such a brilliant hue,
your eyes had lost their luster. Nights less warm
foreshadowed that I’d soon be losing you.
In winter, I was standing all alone
as flurries from the frigid air touched my face.
Though pretty and pearlescent was the snow,
I was yearning only for your embrace.
A cool ocean breeze with the waves at its knees
Brings a chill til the sun heats the sand
And then I shall dive to see fish so alive
Too pretty to die at my hand
These coconut palms and this old book of psalms
Offer nourishment and useful kindling
I was not taught to read but I have to concede
Books are handy when campfires are dwindling
I gaze at the grave of my parents, so brave
Such a beautiful place to be lain
They said watch the distance and those azure skies
Be prepared for a ship or a plane
They said this adventure could make me a man
“But whatever you do… do the prep.”
And, Hey! there’s a plane and I check again
Where I’ve laid out some shells to spell HLEP
Spring Dance
Nude
females
join hands in
kindred spirits
and merrily leap
round in circular dance
upon a verdant hilltop
under enlightened azure skies
in celebration of Mother Earth
and the advent of the Spring equinox.
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Treasured Memory
~~~~~~
Quietly dreaming ‘neath azure skies
Amid the leafy woodlands
Where no distractions are found
And on the air, so calm and still
No sound, save that of blackbird in the thorn
Into this calm comes the soft rustle of the rowan tree
Blue dragonflies dart to and fro
Like butterfly or fairy wings
And warm brown frogs move among the whispering reeds.
That purest of days in long distant past
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Ah, my birth month’s time is nigh.
September’s blue asters soon will bloom,
their scent lingering in the sighs
of melancholy breezes,
and still I will hear the whispering
of ephemeral late summer
as she smiles wanly
through clouds in azure skies.
I will watch sweet summer
wander off into
vibrant violet sunsets
which will appear earlier and earlier
after the autumnal equinox arrives.
I bid farewell to Damsel Summer
once the trees have adorned themselves
in crimson, gold and persimmon.
Perhaps even lovelier than summer
is Lady Autumn
as she paints the dusk
a fuchsia pink.
In courts where lies weave their tails,
And justice seems a distant dream,
There lies the fate of souls confined,
By trials flawed and justice blind.
Florida, hear their muted cries,
Beneath the endless, azure skies,
Restore the truth, make wrongs undone,
Illuminate their moonless sun.
A second glance, a careful eye,
To see what justice might belie,
Review each case with earnest heart,
For fairness is a noble art.
For those who've suffered unjust pain,
Let fairness fall like cleansing rain,
And from these cells, set free the right,
To walk in liberty's pure blinding light.
In gardens kissed by morning dew,
Geraniums rise like fine painting on the canvas of earth,
Their petals an articulate design in scarlet hue,
Each bloom radiates a joyous story of rebirth.
Their leaves, like emerald shields,
stand strong, Guarding secrets whispered in the wind,
In sunlight's embrace, they sing their song,
A symphony of colors, unconfined.
With stems that reach for azure skies,
They dance with grace in summer's breeze,
Their fragrance, a whispered lullaby,
Carried by the wings of bees.
Like sentinels in nature's grand design,
Geraniums bloom, a living art,
Their beauty, a beacon that ever shines,
A testament to nature's heart.
Quote: "“They have no idea what it is like to lose home at the risk of never finding home again, have your entire life split between two lands and become the bridge between two countries.” –unknown
Amidst the whispers of the waves, I sail,
An expatriate adrift in memories pale.
Through years that roll like distant tides,
I've seen the changes, where once I bide.
In lands where mango, guava, and berry trees stood,
Now swallowed by progress, misunderstood.
Housing estates rise, devouring my past,
Soccer fields and cricket grounds, memories amassed.
No familiar faces in this foreign expanse,
Lost in the crowd, a solitary dance.
Relatives meet, but the gap's too wide,
They see the changes, the scars I hide.
I yearn for the homeland, under azure skies,
Where verdant bushes once met my eyes.
But alas, it's but a dream, a wistful sigh,
My voyage home, forever in the sky.
Yet in the heart's compass, the longing persists,
For the land of my roots, where memories exist.
Though oceans apart, in dreams, I roam,
A voyage to homeland, a whispered poem.
Quote: “It is utterly false and cruelly arbitrary to put all the play and learning into childhood, all the work into middle age, and all the regrets into old age”. -- Margaret Mead
On a spring morn bathed in golden light,
I'm enchanted by the mist, a breathtaking sight,
Like stairways to heaven, from the lake they rise,
Utterly spellbound, I wander beneath azure skies.
Yet wars rage on in lands afar,
Where freedom falters 'neath a tyrant's star,
Innocents fall, hostages to greed's cruel deal,
Utterly disheartened by the leaders' heart of steel.
But amidst the chaos, wildflowers bloom,
On the ridge they dance, dispelling gloom,
Sparrows and swallows in a joyous spree,
Utterly beautiful, a sight so lovely, it sets the spirit free.
On a warm afternoon, thoughts drift anew,
Watch deer and chase turkeys, in sun's warm hue,
And in quiet repose, my aging frame does rest,
Utterly, I must write a poem, before I forget.
Listen closely and hear spring’s beautiful sonata.
It comes to sweep the winter’s gloom away.
It is the cheerful singing of the robin
and the birds from the south returning
to greet the splendid season of rebirth.
Hear it in the flitting of the butterflies
and in Zephyr’s whispers falling on your skin.
Hear it in the drone of the honeybees,
in the rush of rills, and in
the pattering of rain from April’s showers.
Sight, sound, taste and smell combine in spring’s sonata.
Clouds swirl pink and meadow flowers bloom
in breezes of enchantment.
Hearts melt and sing along with it.
Thoughts ripple to its tune with new-found hope.
Oh, to smell fruit trees’ blossoms swaying in the wind;
leaves turned green and grasses swaying too.
Souls wish to dance to the many sights and sounds.
Bluebells seem to ring, and tulips bend in many hues.
Even polliwogs undulate in ponds to spring’s sonata.
Buttercups lie brightly underneath
a plenitude of honeyed rays dripping from the sun.
Inhale the fragrance of spring’s sonata.
Taste its rain and view its iridescent bow
that stretches as a promise across God’s azure skies.
In childhood days of laughter and play,
Side by side, we'd dance and sway.
Siblings bound by love so true,
Together in all that we'd pursue.
Through schoolyard antics and homework woes,
We'd face each challenge, our bond still grows.
Hand in hand, we'd face the tide,
With strength in unity, we'd never hide.
But as time flies on swift wings,
Life's changes bring new beginnings.
Work and school, they call our names,
Drawing us apart like different games.
Yet distance cannot break the ties,
That bind our hearts under azure skies.
For memories woven in childhood's embrace,
Forever hold us in their grace.
Though paths may lead us far apart,
The love we share will never depart.
Through marriages and life's grand schemes,
We'll cherish the bond of sibling dreams.
So let us treasure each fleeting day,
And hold dear the memories that stay.
For no matter where our journeys roam,
We'll always find our way back home.
In springtime's realm, by a lake so fair,
A princely duck, with a crown to wear.
His consort, a beauty by his side,
In love, they swam, on waters wide.
In my little lake, a royal scene,
All ducks joined in, the waters between.
Migrating geese and seagulls gay,
Daffodils dancing in the sun's warm ray.
Amidst the roses, a fragrant delight,
Under skies of blue, love taking flight.
The princely duck and his queen so rare,
In their love, a tale beyond compare.
But one day came, a shadowed hour,
A loss felt deeply, a wilted flower.
His mate, no more by his side,
A love once vibrant, now a fading tide.
He stood on the shore, a lonely gaze,
Waiting for her in the sunlit maze.
Every day, a hopeful stance,
Yearning for her in nature's dance.
Till one day, he joined her, on heaven's shore,
Their love eternal, forevermore.
In the azure skies, their spirits soar,
A princely duck's love, forevermore.
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