an oddball aunt and her quirky niece
were known for their joyous caprice
without saying why
they’d soar into the sky
traveling happily south with the geese
12/30/21
Don’t ask me
if I want to spend my whole life
with you.
Sometimes I don’t even know
if I want to spend my whole life
with me.
The stars are not so far.
You may pluck them
like berries, and pop them in your mouth
and they will twinkle on your tongue,
or you can put them in your pockets like candies,
or carry them home in a handkerchief.
Remember to roll up your slacks
as you stand in the river of wind,
your bare feet clutching the grass as you reach.
Night makes you taller than the street lamps
as you stroll farther and farther from bed,
your head about to bump the moon.
The Earth does not feel your weight
as it spins through the darkness
unable to reach the end,
just spinning
and spinning through darkness,
meteors flying past it like warning shots
as meteorites penetrate its airy flesh.
And it spins as fast as it can
trying to stay out of the way
but unable to escape,
blue and beautiful,
a jewel the rocks will never celebrate
as they collide in space in "hoorays" of dust and
silent booms.
Blue jewels are not gems in space
they are freaks,
forever squirreling around the sun,
as the galaxy goes on,
twinkles on,
spiraling down the cosmic drain
of a
big
black
hole ---
MY CAPRICE
I am dreaming about the infinity's peace
Is there anything we can exchange to cease
I am watching compassionately the wonderful fleece
Don't we expect the caprice, oh my Caprice
Tr?n Minh Hi?n Hien Tran Orlando July 25, 2016
So wise was God to hide
your eyes from my eyes.
My delight was cast aside
then I asked to him why.
He gave me only silence
and the stars in the sky.
Night shines the absence
that aches during the day.
I didn’t reach you near,
waiting me by the lake
But learnt to win the fear
to lose your heart’s sake.
Love is blind like Justice
heightened by caprice.
When summer days have run their pace
I'll travel homeward bound...again
To savor grasses' charmed embrace
To taste the herbs, and roam our lane;
Where oaks...heavy with June flowers
Nestle on fields while north breeze sighs
Tides lapping unto long hours
Till sunsets glow on rosy skies:
A town caressed by winding isles
Regaling the shores...I'l sashay
With seagulls dancing in freestyles
Towards the reeds at close of day
Summer's End Contest of Francine Roberts
8/26/2013
When limbs of Montmartre tint the glow
chemise de nuit falls to the ground,
belle de jour, come moan a pale sound
through alleys winding lamp light’s flow.
Her fine heels toss on follies’ show
she, au naturel , caprice bound ;
taunting stars to rouse below.
Uphill, this mistress wraps fired lips
fleeting sighs mixing red-hot drips,
amidst night bistros’ fragrant plight
where rows of faces wet love’s sips.
Then like a dream, her bedgown flips
denying passion, oh one last bite.
©french sonnet/personification
*Montmartre—famous Paris hill where art,
music, romantic atmosphere, and bohemian
culture thrive despite its religious strains.
*belle de jour--- beautiful lady
*au naturel--- in a natural state, also, nude
*chemise de nuit--- nightdress
. …. .
by nette onclaud
for Cyndi Mac Millan’s Un, Deux, Trois contest
31 may 12
AUTUMN CAPRICE
With what ease he shifts
With such carefree abandon
Harlequin garb at death’s door
Time? Elemental
And his whisperings
Oh, God, his whisperings!
Behemoth strides with iron fists
But, oh, at times so gentle
He calls the dance fiddles a macabre tune
First smiles
Then frowns
Manipulating playthings
A sadistic clown
Relentless!
Nor even forty winks
The great beating heart tapping throbbing drumming
Till all lay lifeless
Only then this sleepy sigh
A white shroud
CAPRICE
The day
Starting slowly
A faint trill
In the woodwinds
And the sun
Oh the sun!
Tints
Those rose colored clouds
So still
Small and
Shaped
Yawning
Still sleep drugged
Then
A breeze
From somewhere
On my cheek and
In wonder
In thought
I rub my eyes
The sentinels
From on high
Sing praise
Unto the sky
All is twiggy
Woody
Mid March
And I
Standing
Atop an awakening Earth
Dare I wish for
But one last glimpse
That this single moment
Might never end
As seen,
unfed,
nourished by atmosphere.
It waits,
crying,
waiting to stake its claim.
Silver,
tarnished,
leave me in your wake.
Ashamed,
alight,
captions flee this scene.
So strong,
unkind,
the promises fade to ash.
Blisters,
unhealed,
will mark the villain's face.
rich folks who complain
of boring dinners, champagne
hobo says, insane!
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