Sunlight shines brightly,
Soaring skyward,
Soft, silken shadows shift,
Scattering sweet solar rays.
Bold blue beams,
Brilliant sky bakes,
Broad, beautiful boundless blue
Brings bright bliss below.
Cumulus clouds drift,
Cotton-white crests,
Curving calmly,
Creating cool, casual shapes.
Sunbeams steep soft soil,
Scorching subtle sands,
Spreading summer's strong spark
Surrounding silent spaces.
Flounder float far,
Facing deep dark depths,
Finding fine fishing
For this prime, perfectly sunny day.
Warm weather warms world,
Waking wild woods,
Whispering wind waves
With welcome warmth.
Clear clouds float far,
Fluffy forms flickering
From forgotten frontier fields
Forever forward.
Beaming brilliance bakes beach,
Brightly blazing,
Bestowing boundless warmth
Before big broad skies.
Stately sun stands still,
Shining strong rays
Silently, safely,
Soaking soft scenery.
The moon decided to learn
how to bake,
And stirred up a giant and
starry- filled cake!
He used the soft clouds for a
bowl of white dough,
And baked it all night with a
warm, glowing glow.
He added a scoop of the
deep ocean blue,
And decorated with shiny,
bright comets and dew.
When the sun woke up
bright, the moon took a
peek,
And fed all his crumbs to the
birds in the creek!
I was sitting on the corner, stoned
When out of the blue, my dead aunt phoned
How could this be, she rests in peace
Right beside my loving niece
I answered the phone, and my auntie said
"I know you think that I am dead"
"I'm alive"- my auntie moaned
Or- could it be that you're just- "Stoned" by Charles Messina
Niece Alice bakes brownies with magic herbs
She uses rich chocolate, and flour, two thirds
Before Auntie June gets out of bed
Alice feeds the cat and minds his head
She shared a snack and laugh with you
And now you’re happy and Auntie June is too
When auntie asks why your eyes grow and grow
You say “Go ask Alice, I think she’ll know”
Rays of radiation scorch my feathers
Ultraviolet bakes me from within
Each time, I feel my breath inch closer
But the reds marks never shake me
A young man tried to scale this once
The son of Bravery and Patience
Beating rays of gleaming off-yellow
Robbed him of vision and benign skin
But you, the chain link of armor
Aids my fragile skin of low melanin
With lips of soft lotion, you whisper
Blanketing me with your soft encouragement
Cold dark eyes of determination
You curse, then grip my ivory blade for me
"She'd like a duel."
The sunlight laughs, kicks his feet to the horizon
You place one last touch to me, clearing hair from my face
It makes my bosom flutter, I rise like helium
Knife placed to the jugular of the sol
Oh, my Icarus, you know better than to do this
Basking in clusters of cancer with visual appeal
Lips curl into a smile as the wound deepens
The tsar of life recoiling at my demand
It turns its head in shame and takes back its remarks
Light concentrated in its irises turns a dark violet
And as you rush to embrace me and take me into your arms
"Night is upon us," you cry, cradling me close to your heart
baking is her super power
she makes scones and cupcakes by the hour
her name is Jan and baking is her game
in our small town, it brings her fame
give her flour, sugar, baking soda and salt
you cannot slow her down, she does not halt
she bakes up cakes, cookies, pies and such
we all love her products very much
yesterday she made lemon muffins that were a delight
today, not one remains, there are none in sight
her neighbors are thrilled with her, as are her kin
we all visit when baking smells come wafting in
Light...
Light Wakes this World from its Slumber
Light...
Light Shakes this World by the Number
Light...
Light Bakes this World every Summer
Light...
Light Takes this World...What a Bummer!
Unlike a Spurgeon, I by dull words unfold
The limits of my Sarah's love for me,
But I realize that the rot and stink and mold
Are all within my mind, beneath my See.
There is no other person who can love
For me. It is my duty and my joy.
It is the Truth that True Love is made of
It is the difference of man from a boy.
I am no counter of the counterfeits
That weigh love by the dram of sweet words said,
But rather, I am one who from above
Receives the gifts whereby he bakes his bread.
Into the practical and humble things
I'll pour my Constancy and give love wings.
I met you in a season,
as I recall, it was cool;
we dated through the warmth,
not the hottest of the 4 --
Falls I can’t recall...cactus
have no leaves; and summer-heat
bakes away all thought --
Yet, deserts, though little water,
have an abundance of romance:
wet kisses between the barbs. I met
you in a season, 2 stray saguaros
locking arms.
noon’s furnace: asphalt shimmers; air—thick, slow—
cracks open. cicadas drill through stagnant gold.
a sprinkler’s hiccup-hiss: the pavement’s glow
un/curls in steam. the hydrant’s shout: uncontrolled.
children shriek!—a liquid burst of now,
popsicle rivers bleed; knuckles—sticky, green—
cling to handlebars. shadows stretch: thin, lean
across chain-link. each blade of grass—laid down—
bakes. but dusk? a match-strike: fireflies!—
the yard exhales jasmine; stars prick the bruised eaves—
porch swings gasp. the melted things—still writhing—
pool in gutters: chalk suns, lemon peels, dreams.
the silence hums. even time—soft, unspooled—
beads on your neck. and summer? stays. but cooled.
Corn couple lies in beach with bodies bare,
smooth skin soaks in midday sun’s scorching glare.
His lewd stare makes Miss Cob groan,
heat bakes anger in her bone,
kernels of sizzling words pop up in air.
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My dear grandpop and grandma pop
Took a short vacation
I remember how my mom felt
Full of frustration
Mom depended on them so much
Babysitters were they
Days, nights and weekends were at play
They were supposed to stay
Grandma got so hot and went pop
Lost weight, wore stilettos
She changed from an older grandma
Studied all librettos
We were all surprised that she changed
She wanted a new name
Grand-maman she insisted fit
The children thought it lame
So, they still called her grandma pop
With new friends, it didn't fit
They weeded her out of their group
Now she bakes cake and knits
Also reads stories; does her part
To instill within each child
What is most important for them
To live life undefiled
Grace is a free gift
That cover up all drifts
Even in its own shift
It troubles logical thefts
Truly, in problems, it seems there is no grace
Or you think many are out of space
May be its remains are of trace
Meant for those who set the pace
Working grace is for all
Just that many don't listen to its call
And leads it astray to their downfall
Yet, aligned beings get to stand tall
Someone paid for it
To let go of us- punishment
Our troubles and s
Laid down as the sheep for atonement
He died for our sakes
Without complaining of aches
Yet, for us; wines and breads, he bakes
And our destined home, he makes
deep in the underbrush of the ying ying forest
there is a path of posies and a faerie named Norest.
Norest has prettied up her home with window boxes, each with a lily.
Her home has fluffy comforters, warm tapestries, and a parrot who is silly.
Once a year she holds an autumn tea for her favorite people.
They play finger games like “here’s the church, and here’s the steeple."
Norest is a hostess who bakes tasty pies, scones and fruitcakes.
Sometimes she adds banana splits and berry power shakes.
No one wants her smoothies, they are orange and green.
But if we are going to honor a hostess, in Ying Ying she is the queen.
Unfortunately, her parrot can be beyond silly, sometimes he is mean.
Often her guests run out screaming, never again to be cherished or seen.
Best when made at home with your two hands,
Baked after letting the dough rise.
Brings loved ones together as few other foods can.
Butter drips off every warm, fluffy bite.
Brake and share around your table of friends.
Breathe in the scent that brings memories to mind as it bakes.
Blessings bestowed by the Bread of life we partake.
Parch of droughts,
relentless drowning floods.
Crops of the fields dwindle,
leonine storms roar stronger,
rising heating seas.
People and animals suffer,
as the globe warms.
A burning sun on high bakes,
migration of birds askew-
our mother earth pleads to
be renewed. ~
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