Wonder
Blue gold treasure
Good crowning see food catches
Stops by land for a split second
Ocean
early morning rush
burst of brightly lit sky
airplane cruises home
Today I was dreaming--Ronald, my husband popped not my head.
Then--I remembered our time on the Spirit of New York Dinner Cruises.
That was our First Anniversary Day.
Family and Friends gathered.
We toasted the event with Spirtzers; flowing over glass.
The day had sun light that shown bright. And the river flowed mild; not rough,
like shining glass; so smooth.
So, that we felt peaceful and light.
After, we were back on the deck; where we started.
Flewn, flown, float
sit back relax
while we
watch tv
on this cruise.
On this yacht we
white ships and cruises
those boats
let the wind
lead us there.
What can we explore ?
whilst writing poems
and sing and dance
as the ship sets free.
Those thoughts flow
just like the ones
conjoined by rivers
and beaches and lakes
don't get caught by the snaked.
Down the rusty staircase, moving rather slow
I’m heading to the Scarborough beach
It’s all white above, so it is below
Snow keeps falling, piling up inch by inch
Poster with boat trips fell under the tree
Today’s weather is not fit for cruises
Either fishermen won’t go out to sea
Certainly they’ve got credible excuses
Muddy waters splash on the snow-white shore
A couple of dog walkers stroll along, apparently
Like they always do, like they did before
Seagulls sound sad, but the dogs are happy.
through bone marrow, an ordainment
cruises, initiated plasma expecting
sit strategic observe vibrations
lips inward as pursing to utter mama
softly whisper, then careful cobra hiss
tongue presses roof for decisive ignition
hills like Rainbow Vinicunca nurture
becoming erect, spine steeled slither
clocked, emphatic descent to reascend
spirit’s grains congealed prudent
guiding kernel’s evolutionary action
imperative transformation willed
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Everyone’s lifelong voyage cruises diversely
towards and from all meant gained, lost or
missed. Earth waters mask complexities, gifts
and rifts bound to astound us with our
surfaced share. New horizons tantalize our
brightest dreams while some island sights paralyze.
When your heart and your head
Have a major disagreement,
Which body part should win?
Certainly not in every case,
But in 2020, my heart won.
Two of our dearest friends offered a gift to my
wife and me. My wife immediately consented
Without question, to the opportunity to go on an
All expenses paid cruise. I immediately said "No"
With my head, but I could not find the heart within
Me to say anything but "Yes".
Our friends had gone on 29 cruises and wanted
To share one of their greatest joys with us. Indeed,
I have what we call a bucket list, but going on an
Ocean cruise is not on my bucket list.
I confess that there was a secret war being waged
Between my head and my heart. With my calculating
head, I was losing one of the biggest conflicts of my life.
Moreover, by consenting to accept the gift, I learned
Experientially, a great lesson about selflessness.
Due to circumstances related to the COVID-19 virus,
The government canceled the scheduled cruise.
Notwithstanding, the heart of our dearest friends will
Forever have a special place in our hearts.
A gentle care bear drifts on a cotton sky,
Where imagination fans its wings so high.
In soft dream, he cruises past starry streams,
Lost in sweet reverie, where wonder gleams.
With playful whimsy, clouds become his throne,
A castle where he laughs, all on his own.
Through misty halls of hallucination, bright,
His visualization , a magic in pale light.
The bear floats on, heart open and free,
A silent hug in that cloud-land fantasy—
Where every child can drift and see,
A world from words, alive in reverie.
A legendary dark, so thick,
A corrosive smog to my young eyes that itched,
My kid-glove skin crawled like the parasitic tick,
It felt as though my whole system glitched.
A welcome into the dark cave,
Exhilarating walk from the womb, a step into the mystery,
Where shadows of truth barely behave,
The haste of rolling days writes the history.
A love missed; he was lost in a drunken haze,
And vanished in the phase, moments before I could show,
Double pain left a lifelong graze,
Tattooed on my heart but made me grow.
Into the enigma of unburied hatchet,
A tale of betrayal, the knife in the back.
By his own blood, sealed in casket,
They drank from pain and fed on lack.
Destroying his foundation was their thin little win,
But even a blind squirrel finds a nut once in a while,
That wade through the swamp was brutal and grim,
But through the murky sky, the dimly dawn cruises easily.
A cruise to an island
or someplace way up north?
To Alaska I
maybe could sally forth.
Alaska has scenes of
fjords and so much more:
mountains, lakes and places
with interesting lore.
Wildlife is plentiful.
An orka you might see.
Learn gold rush history.
In scenic Juneau be.
Cruises to hotter climes
are such a cinch to find
if stops at coastal towns
and beaches you don’t mind.
Those cruises also have
many great tourist sights
equal to Alaska’s
in numerous delights.
The tipping balance is
for me the sun and sand,
and a nice pina
colada in my hand.
Those years, that flew on by one decade past,
included twelve of us whose lives were fun.
For sure, we felt those pleasant times would last
to share as one until our days were done.
We did not know this time would be so sad-
as in our senior years, most were not spared.
And one by one, they left until we had
just five left in our group as illness flared.
Just five left now to reminisce, compound
how visits, trips, and cruises- sparked our years-
when each of us, with spouses, gathered round.
Now with fond memories- we soothe our tears.
As we sailed the fast river of Rhône
the steady sun bleached it a sparkling gold
like the treasures of Caesar’s kingdom
A curtain of fawn-silken tackle, shaded
back the fervidly garish star scatter,
and cooling flower-scented airs tickled
the senses like touching down-soft silk
"zhuang hong zhuang sheng" (Chinese)
“Put on airs’ - Peter and I are Gatsby gilded.
Why not dress - on luminous forenoons?
Pick a heart, any heart and prick it, sharply,
with the sight of a handsome man.
I yet breathless, breathe
What weapon is sharper than libido?
I defend myself, with fashion’s sartorial sparkle.
Frankly, I was hoping for something passively erotic,
you know, foment a false perception - dazzle
with fancy outwork to tip the cosmic balance
Men will witness what they believe
.
.
song for this:
Desperately Trying by Club des Belugas, Anna Luca
Written: June 10, 2024, For Eve Roper Contest
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1/ The eldest son of a family immigrated to the United States.
2/ I'm a bibliophile. I deem myself artistic, empathetic, and spiritual.
3/ I have one son, two daughters, and seven grandchildren.
4/ -I am an advocate for the aesthetic value of one's natural surroundings, spouse, offspring, and grandchildren.
-Dancing flowers, the sound of azure waters on the shore, and the sight of cascades crashing against coral cliffs.
5/ Devote myself to the principles of generosity and tolerance for all.
6/ Handling disrespect and inequity is a chore I'm wary of.
7/ I love traveling globally, especially on cruises, and learning about cultures, traditions, art forms, and history.
8/I am a resident of San Jose, a vibrant city in California.
9/My last name - Sotto.
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What a joy it is to hear my kid's laughter return.
Dancing and bustling around me, I long to churn.
The sight of vacant seats at meals makes me grieve.
Unless, when there are happy events to heave!
Beneath the fury of sun
Wades a wobbly nun
Stomping on thorns
Her soul burnt and torn
Scars on her skin
Carried wounds engraved
Trust, her sin
So were snakes she once craved
She sucked and spitted
Bouts of venom from her blood
Tainted by flood
Of emotions she once knitted
Silence crept loud
In the woods still stern
Moon upturns
Summoning weeping clouds
Tears unfolden
The woven maze
Outside the haze,
Lies a fern pretty golden
Threads, now vines
Adored her bruises
Illusion's penchant to divine's
Were flood sailed cruises
Time passed by,
Venom decays
Has been watching the sky
The fern now sways
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