You hand me the bracelet without meeting my eyes -
A wordless expression that betrays the casualness between us.
It's a symbol, a sign
That you haven't forgotten.
My face burns with emotion and I quickly turn to face the sea
As decade-old feelings crash through my veins.
I open my palm to find a string of blood-red roses -
Ten bakelite buds that threaten to bloom.
The cold December wind suddenly reminds me of my present.
I know I'm breaking the rules by accepting this gift –
The red rose is an ancient symbol of intention,
Of love stronger than thorns.
But this is precisely why
I can't hand it back.
Courting the illicit, I place it on my wrist.
I am shackled.
Later that night, after you've gone,
I lie next to him in the dark and count the buds between my fingers,
Like rosary beads.
Each one a prayer to the past,
A commemoration of our communion.
Categories:
casualness, lost love,
Form: Free verse
Ballerina firefly,
Your beauty,
Is that of enchanted vineyards,
In the sighs,
of the Summer wine,
Enchantress,
Down to earth,
As spring lillies,
Your beauty,.
Is scintillating,
And kind,
with its modest stars,
Even in autumns undressing,
And shedding of leaves,
The way you change dresses,
In evenings,
elegant and rugged verandas,
And shimmer in and out,
Of them,.
into a naked casualness,
Bright and warm,
as vineyard flowers,
From their petals,
And your Beautys gaze,
I kiss sweet,
enchanted butterflies,
From the fluttering wings,,
Of your exotic eyes
Reynaldo Casison
Categories:
casualness, love, nature, woman,
Form: Free verse
When we find a friend,
we greet each other with joy ...
Our birds sing in
harmonious duet.
Our horses run wild
and freed by the meadows.
Our foxes drool with
enormous intelligence.
Our cats purr with
peace and casualness and play
of living...
Our memories elephants
extraordinary reminds us
the most remote extravagances.
Our inner monkeys
monkey our meeting
of childish feasting ...
We offer our friend the best
meat from our hunt ...
The best food from our table !
The best words.
But when the friend is gone,
we return to the ancient routine
of indifference ...
Our bears simply
enter the caves and,
for a while but they don't die,
they just hibernate in life ...!
Categories:
casualness, allusion, analogy, celebration, extended
Form: Free verse
frivolous nonchalance
easy carelessness
ridiculous calmness
in the face of equanimity
heedless casualness
notoriously relaxed
indifferent airiness
way beyond easygoing
deadly carefee
frivolous self
Categories:
casualness, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Free verse
A tender kiss upon the brow
has precious little meaning now.
When fornication simply states
a need for pleasure without delay.
Categories:
casualness, depression, lust,
Form: Grook
Dear Lord,
I know the end is soon to come
My frightened heart beats like a drum
Past events in visual recall
In rapid succession I appraise them all
WAS this my life after three score and ten
The avariciousness of a thieves den
WAS this my life ignorant still
Low in Spirit and weak in will
WAS this my life a degenerate mess
Rejecting assistance with such casualness
WAS this my life filled with wanton delight
Nonsensical whimsies without any respite
Dear Lord, I want to cancel it out
Forgive me my sins in alarm I shout
Lost Sheep, YOU are my chosen one
Throughout YOUR meanderings a light has shone
YOU have faltered oft I know
But throughout each betrayal I have loved you so
YOUR cries for help have not been in vain
YOUR triumphs my loss, each confession my gain
YOUR deeds good and bad are in your eyes
So few of mankind do apologise
Love is YOUR gift on your sleeping face
Peaceful at last in my constant embrace
Theresa Stephens
Categories:
casualness, blessing, death, faith, inspiration,
Form: Verse
Tell me what you see when you're looking at me,
probably nothing in real or something green,
I' am looking and searching for a probable to work through,
you the righteous one I warn and wicked repent I beseech you.
Heed the bitter but later sweet words,
funny you'll find your casualness in the words when I'm dead,
make it a gymnasium by exercising the art of the words,
you'll soar up high contrary to the ordinary birds.
Take out of nothing when you want something,
it's either you bend or you abide not with pride,
ignite the candle and walk through the light not with the light,
so choose of the right and yours will be positive insights .
Categories:
casualness, earth day, mentor, remember,
Form: Light Verse
Charleys prediction
I predicted one mans death,
dead by monday, he was yes,
as i said in casualness,
The heart attack did kill him,
I turned to Crab and this i said,
give up the beer or you are dead,
he went an saw old Doc Fred,
who said you will be dying,
your liver is implying,
God will strike you dead!
so he lived till - he got back on the beer:)
thank you 'Grim Reaper' Debbie Duncan
Don
Categories:
casualness, adventure,
Form: Ballad
I know you;
A fool could not know someone of such casualness.
Paints will not conceal what meets the eye,
As I intently stare into yours.
So you fret, exposed.
Black and white, no shades in between do I often see,
Human after human only droids walking amongst a sea full of similarities.
What of the colours?
Searching, those who shine effortlessly,
Who face the identical glares of pitiful souls attempting to out glow them,
Go without acknowledgment, for they are shunned by the act of foolish clowns.
Categories:
casualness, introspection, people, sad
Form: Free verse
There has never been a moment
when the magic of you
that changed my life
has not been part of
my every breath
Even now as we encircle each other
within each day
I am amazed…still
at the wonder of you in my life
every moment a surreal gift
of laughter and discovery
casualness and integrity
softness and strength
Passion within love
untouchable moments within our grasp
beauty shared and never forsaken
our vows whispered
in trust to the other
On bended knee my love
on my Irish soul
my life is humbly offered
against all that comes our way
I ask only that we stand
side by side.
I pledge my heart to you alone
my wedding vow
IRISH
Categories:
casualness, wedding
Form: Free verse
the soft easy moments of summer
resplendent with deliciously idle moments
have crept away
in the night
like a cat burglar
with all four paws
scratching at the skin
of an early fall
thought’s of favourite ice creams
overrun by leather bound day-timers
rich warm and luxurious sleep-ins
of a sultry August
overwhelmed by a distinctly cool change
between sunset and dawn
almost as if cellophane
has slipped within your skin
the casualness of long walks
on Nantucket and ‘the yard’
replaced by things to do
places to go
the promise of cool nights to come
protected by sentries of fire
old heavy sweaters
appear as if long lost friends
little consolation
to the empty hammock
one moment a dream machine
now a piece of shipwrecked canvas
summer the restless mistress of the soul
moves on without a hint of regret
IRISH
Categories:
casualness, seasons
Form: Free verse
A poem comes in disguise
like a beggar in the mall.
Some sit and look pitiful
and can not meet your eyes.
Others have a story,
"My sister's fatally sick in Ukiah,
please help us we've run out of gas."
Some poems work subliminally,
you wonder if they might be
from another world. They stand
in busy walkways and
chant "spare change", under
their rancid breath, seemingly
oblivious of you.
Some wear their sign
that tells their life, a life
that might be yours.
Others affect an air of casualness
as if they were your best friend,
"Say, you got a quarter?".
And then there's the one
in whom you sense such doom
and menace that
you have to cross the street.
You drop your metaphor
in the cups, because
you never know
whether any of them
will work for food,
whether any will really work
Categories:
casualness, introspection, on writing and
Form: Free verse