Best Floridian Poems
Big armadillo
invading my privacy
you are a leper
Around The Garden ( series) on my Floridian Garden.
Good Morning there Miss Bougainvillea
It’s Spring, time to wake up
I see you weathered winter weather
I’m here to spruce you up
I see you’ve climbed the fence again
To see what you can find
You share your royal carpet
Reds and purples they entwine
So graceful and alluring
Your tendrils reach and roam
Across the fence they gently stroll
You wander far from home.
You seem so delicate and frail
Like wind could set you free
But underneath your girlish charm
Surprises wait for me.
You’re truly quite a siren
You parade for all to see
Oh, one can look, but do not touch
Great thorns there keep you free.
Mechanical crocodile growling from his speaker
pennies from wishes cast out on his back
Children are breaking the rules as they're leaning
touching the fiberglass skin, gray and black.
Snakes moving, coiled in ceiling tree limbs
painted bright yellow and fluorescent green
Moss hanging, mud gray and thick enter twining
Butterflies moving on motors unseen
Elephant eyelashes deliberately closing
and opening to the gorilla’s soiree
Above table seven where children sit laughing
they beat on their chests and cause palm trees to sway.
My daughter has eyes like the plate her food came on
She has no idea she’s been fooled to a tee
She hates all the noise and quick reflex surprises
She’s just like the 3 year old girl that was me.
Although it’s magnetic to eat in the “forest”
chlorine from the fake waterfalls make one ill
Any and all hoped for sweet conversation
is drowned out by the animal robot distill
Hats off to the forethought which makes this a jungle
With token kids hanging off arms of their mothers
who try to recapture the wonder and innocence
they lost when they wound their souls tight to each other
My daughter doesn’t need to be told this is fun
She has a world in her head which surpasses such brashness
We don’t need robotics to ponder our nature
We watch aimlessly as deception entrances.
Next year, we’ll go to Africa...
(5/12/11)
The spirits of the dead were flying all around
All you could hear was a screechy eerie sound
The coffins and bodies were taken and thrown into a ravine
One on top of another was all that could be seen.
A worker had notified the authorities of what had taken place
The news media heard of it and said it was a disgrace.
Loved ones came running as they heard of the news
Of how their loved ones had been abused.
Many people have said that they see the spirits
Searching each grave
Looking for a marker of where they once laid.
The people walking their dogs very late at night
Telling of a screaming as their dogs jump with freight.
Now this is a true story and not a Halloween tale
Till this day you could hear the spirits wail.
You can hear the wailing more on Halloween night
As the other spirits join and scream of their plight.
I rest upon the shore, waves flowing briskly,
Sipping Margaritas where palm trees glow.
Hollywood Beach, where rhythm's alive,
Cheerful dancers make the bars thrive!
Calamari fried with oceanic spritz
Sunset pouring down on my beach bliss
I'm having Margarita moments in such golden lights!
Floridian hearts fill me with delight!
From Atlanta's roads, I drove one day,
Escaping the city's rat race, getting away,
On to the Hollywood shoreline, where the ocean called,
Then sailing in my dreams to meridionals.
A savory salad of fun, lettuce, tomatoes, cucumbers, full of glee!
Colors of the beach, as wild as I'd foreseen.
To be myself, free of chains, no spies,
Just Floridian skies in premium Atlantic Paradise!