Paint on an old city wall
First to catch your eye
All the people you knew
From Panama to Peru
Met on the wall
Colors of the city soccer team
Used to create a colorful scene
This continent so far from home
Gives insight
Why people roam
Sunday drive
Sunday morning out for a drive
Windows down feeling alive
Open road open air
Following the road going nowhere
Country roads are a continuous thing
Fences and pastures a colorful scene
The thoughts of childhood flood my mind
A carefree life, a carefree time
Country roads country miles
Old farmhouses country style
No traffic, no worries, no stress on this trip
Any sign of stress I plan to skip
Beautiful houses and age-old barns
Country roads with country charm
Driving alone windows down
Positive feelings, I've escaped from the town
Passing by places, I"ll always remember
Leaves are turning; it's mid-September
As a boy, I'd bike for miles and miles
Thinking of that time, I begin to smile
I'm on the road again, but now I'm much older
Stop for a while, pulling onto the shoulder
Out of my car, I begin to walk around
Those childhood dreams are what I've found.
Lpickard
Leaves tumbling onto a green carpet
constructing a colorful scene.
Illuminated brightness
radiant energy;
spinning and spinning
October light
glittering
in the
sun.
You look at me and see a northeast highway after winter
Cracked, worn, roughened by conditions not meant to be endured.
I was once the most beautiful cobblestone pathway through a garden of ripe, unpicked fruit.
I was the apple whose sweet center no man could resist tasting
But you see affliction where held addiction.
You think my mind feeble, that thoughts slip through my brain
Like water through a child's fingers in a sudsy, post-playtime bath.
But I was once the network that ran every station in the steel-girded high rise
And ran the split level in the suburbs. I never needed to reboot.
A victim of time, still in her prime.
I look in the mirror and don't understand who that old woman is who gapes back.
I have long blonde tresses and eyes that rival Liz Taylor on her best day.
This, this is a shadow -- a black and white picture version of a colorful scene.
Inside I am 25, still as vibrant as the peacock whose feathers once graced my favorite hat.
I'm a tomb . . . of an ancient bloom.
February 14,2016.
Born a bulb in blackest soil,
covered in total dark.
A lonely space beneath the earth,
waiting for rains to come.
Felt the moisture of early spring,
started to reach for the sun.
Broke free of my darkness, towards the light,
growth of my stem begun.
My flower turned a lighter red,
edges a darker green.
I thought my days as a garden's greeter,
would create a colorful scene.
Until the day I lost my stem,
a circling string.... from a weed eater!
contest Picture yourself a flower
caladium..immense delight and joy
Autumn brings such a loving heart
Stark weather stimulates senses
Bright skies, colorful pretenses
Beautiful piece of fall to start
A wonderful coolness is here
A light wind stays, Autumn secure
I open up to every part
Pathways are there simply to be
Great routes to go on, moving free
Taking leaves inside a lone cart
Pile them high and throw them about
Play like a child so scream and shout
Autumn air fills to each impart
Starting to get cold, fall’s begun
A colorful scene, crisp and calm
Autumn brings such a loving heart
Beautiful piece of fall to start
I open up to every part
Taking leaves inside a lone cart
Autumn air fills to each impart
Entrant into Andrea Dietrich's "Can you Constanza?" contest
8/21/2012
My life is a colorful scene
Full of thorns and stones
As a tenant, i dwell in this tent
Waiting for this body to disintegrate
Waiting for this hut to fall in frailty
Upon the earth
Whereon shall my soul stand before The Man.
A place in the sun...bright and shining from early morn.
Ebony tones everywhere..colorful garments
lend an air of festivity....hustle and bustle everywhere.
Streets...bands of steel meander through the city
tall buildings ...cast grotesque shadows along the roads
as trees bow in homage to the new day.
People rushing by...insects trapped in an invisible jar
laughing, singing....white teeth flashing.
Aromatic scents of herbs and spices
emanate from side walk cafes to
tease the senses.
Side walk hawkers...fried fish, fried chicken, fried cassava
tittilate the senses... tempt the taste buds.
Taxis rush at a mad pace oblivious to potholes all the way.
Wildlife a-plenty ....... from lions to giraffes
a colorful scene ....a feast to the eyes.
Flamingoes on the lake.. fiery pink compete with brilliant sunsets,
a world seen behind rose tinted shades.
Even the soil.....red as ochre, black as coal, white as the beaches
a variety of colors throughout the land.
Tea and coffee plantations..a delightful view
in a beautiful land , I once knew
where suffering, hardship, joy and laughter
embrace each other,