Bounteous bosom,
In cool dazzling rime,
One posy poem in a ring
Breath freely my dear friend
Read the poem and go waddling
Here, some sweet ziziphus spina christi
From a wild natural tender tree,
For you and some to the kid
Ripe fresh from its mama
You who found first
Ere all the jewel
We look at the horizon,
oblivious to abundance,
when life appears routine,
The significance was lost,
Being too satisfied with norms,
whereas many others had fewer,
Thus, this gap should be reduced,
be present with our offering
Written: October 16, 2022
My pact with God transcends your fear
and all professed religion
The faith I have, the joy I feel
not subject to your laws
My relationship is one on one
whose heart is freely given
To live inside his bounteous light
—resplendent and in awe
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2018)
From ‘The Book Of Prayers’
I yearn for shades of Autumn and all that it could bring
the chromis strews of redding bricks the chilly burrr
Blushing apples high as kites tied to apron strings
and acorns full of french berets and nutmeg tinted plur
falling down like parachutes with no inter ;
I do foretell the signs of summer's end and so salute
the fury tilts of sapling greens in soakly forest wood;
Those elongated serenades of change with no refute
who can question them beneath God's plentish hood
except his "FIVE" bounteous leaves of cherry wood;
Swiveling down here and there aiming far with dip
the rusky calls of brownie birds as they lose their fur
The cheep- cheep- cheep of a baby's nest, a quip
that zings across the equinox of fall and oft conjures
the memory of an Autumn's tale and sweet procure ;
I yearn for gatherings of pumpkin pies and feast
the shaky janks of corn roast romps
the evening hearth that says "you're truly blessed"
Yes I love the Autumn's bold audacious stomp,
that sells to me its beauty and its comp...
August 24, 2018
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Bounteous bosom,
In cool dazzling rime,
One posy poem in a ring
Breath freely my dear friend
Read the poem and go waddling
Here, some sweet ziziphus spina christi
From a wild natural tender tree,
For you and some to the kid
Ripe fresh from its mama
You who found first
Ere all the jewel
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