I'm a Cordial man
A cordial man with a beautiful sight,
I know this is just not right
But no, I will never fight
It’s hard for me to write .
How can I turn on the light
It looks like the naughty night
But where is the noble knight
Oh, I need help tonight.
O God lend me your light
Give me strength to write.
©PricelessPEN
Bursts of blooming colors in my garden fair
every bud is beauty born of love and toil
rays of sunshine easy days and breezy air
cordial flowers flushed with color coil
Nature sings of all creation its here and there
a joyful world of wonder heart's embroil
calliandra feather sweeps of angel hair
silver artemisias slick as linseed oil
Garden art, its all about the artist's flair
every shoot and floweret is alive with dare
radiant things growing on blessed soil
like cordial flowers flushed with color coil
Bursts of blooming colors in my garden fair
rays of sunshine, easy days and breezy air.
It’s as familiar as the beat of your heart—
the echoing claps of heels on the floor,
a swift rapture when the doors open.
I almost feel like the clouds give way
and I look the sun in her eye.
The euphoric feeling the ocean embodies
when night meets day.
The glow multiplies with each step,
as does the weight on my chest.
So many words and feelings
compressed to a nod
and a casual smile in return.
Pictures of a different world
develop in my mind.
One in which I tell her
how beautiful she is, but
that’s not half of her weight in gold
and I’d like to see it all.
Then the treacherous ping
of the elevator and I realize—
it’s time to get off.
spring's living winds breathe
a stroke of cordial welcome
chicks nestle blue eggs
3/18/2020
"Hey, some of these, please,"
She says to me as I reach:
"Two," she pleads after.
"Thank you." Indeed those two words
Always secretly please me.
Douglas Dempster the Dumpster King
Hates to be called Doug Dumpster
But he's to blame if that's his name
Denying it is a real stumper.
Mashes the trash, burns it to ash,
Recycles all that's allowed;
A self-made man with a garbage can
That ought to make him proud.
Dougy Dumps whines and grumps
"Nobody gives me respect!
If not for me the world would be
Garbage-bedecked! Cluttered and wrecked!
Sad and neglected, infested, infected
But thanks to me it all gets collected!"
Well thank you Doug-in-a-Dumper
For keeping our alleyways bright
Put on your very best jumper
And we'll take you out tonight.
Cooking
Together, day by day
Digitally
You
In your best apron
And I in my evening suit
Hmm, the soup
Is boiling
With your finest herbs
I tasted it
And wish I have cooked it first
...your bowl of wordy art
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