It was a soft rain -- yes, I stated soft,
for rain has many texture -- some even
color. Imagine a spectrum-brush dragged
across a well wetted, primed sky, which
muted technical, dully call~ a Rainbow.
It was a long anticipated rain:
Saguaro Sentinels weary, dryly
on guard -- bristled their natural pins and needles
A night, of many, thirsty
dark folds, imbibing deeply:
Desert craving saturation --
Just beyond the dawn tomorrow
if not for some minor residue dew
the blessing will again be entirely gone --
witness the browning green hint of
a brief gully front lawn --
Categories:
dryly, earth, imagination, inspirational, rain,
Form: Free verse
Abandoned
What stories will I see through thine eyes of ancient window panes?
Does your sagging outward appearance cloud mine judgment
Of your once sparkling glory?
Oh but the tales,
These old boards could creak.
The sadness of a broken heart,
tears of joy welcoming a new birthed babe,
Sweets basked in fiery illuminations.
Celebrate.
Spill onto me your happenings.
Like the webs spun on your now vacant
Stillness.
Unfold, pages..fluttering dryly
Contents
Worlds
A lifetime.
Tell me, oh structure
The meaning of life.
For life’s meaning, is that one day it
Ends.
Do not snuff the lights of closed doors..
But release stale airs of yesterday.
Rejuvenate.
You are arisen..
Categories:
dryly, creation, farewell, memory,
Form: Free verse
TRUTH
These days, few really understand truth
In the metaverse, it is what gets shared
Memes as popular ideas are not facts
But with a shrug, the world will relax
Truth is quite different when prepared
Fashion appeals more to modern youth
But belief can be something else entirely
More as vain hope than cold calculation
All governments come and then they go
One wonders what they really do know
Feeding us comfortable communication
And official statements delivered dryly
To truth, theories are the closest things
Yet not quite there, at least for most
Science has had its falls and stumbles
Waiting as the establishment crumbles
Does it matter what that movie grossed
Despite the ideas changed history brings
Categories:
dryly, truth,
Form: Rhyme
I
I am
I am in
I am in poetry
I am in poetry soup
I am in poetry soup to
I am in poetry soup to stay
I am used to sourly,
salty, dryly, whyly
and sweety foods
Because the mix up
foods are medicaments
If John the Baptist ate Scopions
Who am I to complain about free combinations
of some delicous soups
which I am given in poetry soup?
I am happy with different menus.
It always my choice to select my favourite recipes
to eat in 24 hours daily
Just my choice , Just my choice
Just my choice, Just my choice
Just my choice, Just my choice
Because cooked foods
is always available.
Sourly, salty,whyly, dryly and sweety...I like it!
Sourly, salty,whyly,dryly and sweety...I like it!
Sourly, salty,whyly, dryly and sweety...I like it!
July 3/2023
Categories:
dryly, courage, encouraging, motivation,
Form: Other
This damned domain of dominoes destined to fall
This doddering diatribe deliberately designed
This dwelling damp as deadwintered Darlington
This deeper dream of dungeons and dragons
This desperate dirge of dying deliberations
This drum droll as December’s daylight done
This decorated delightful deck of diamonds
This driven date that doomsday deselected
This dotted, dashed diary of dark desperation
This demystified danger we dryly decompress
This dead, defunct day that drew disgust
This damned domain of dominoes all fallen down.
17.4.2022 6pm
Categories:
dryly, word play, words,
Form: Free verse
‘Neath the umbrella the sun peeked shyly,
My eyes flickered on the wash of the surf
A seagull in search glanced at me wryly.
A fine day at the beach, earning a smiley
Relaxing on Mother Nature’s sandy turf,
‘Neath the umbrella the sun peeked shyly.
Several beachcombers observed me dryly
Wondering, I suppose, at my sunburn scurf,
A seagull in search glanced at me wryly.
A ship on the horizon, a sight I prize highly
A toddler nearby was playing with a nerf,
‘Neath the umbrella, the sun peeked shyly.
I heard the kid’s mother call him Wylie,
“Don’t bother him, play with your smurf!”
A seagull in search glanced at me wryly.
Carefully, I slathered on sunscreen slyly
On the cargo ship, I imagined a tourist berth
‘Neath the umbrella the sun peeked shyly
A seagull in search glanced at me wryly.
Written March 29, 2022
Categories:
dryly, beach, fun, happy, nature,
Form: Villanelle
A sudden shift in human beings
Not intelligible for animals.
Started gaping at masters’ masks
And noticed them frequently washing their hands.
All were confined to houses
Fluorescent nights and empty roads.
In the dark silence of eerie,
It was like a dumb city.
A stray dog’s plight,
Moved here and there to quench its appetite.
Bins laughed dryly at the beast,
Bequeathed a fist from my feast.
Categories:
dryly, sympathy,
Form: Free verse
Why do I solemn seldom lie,
and stare upon the ceiling high?
While earth rotates within the sky,
I simply, softly, dryly cry.
The clock strikes twelve long daunting chimes,
shadows distort which once were mimes.
Silhouettes boast in dance and rhyme,
they pierce my thoughts, disrupt my mind.
My silent screams confirm my fears,
my eyes framed red from constant tears.
Their breath upon the window smears,
I hear their whispers in my ears.
Chastise me not, please let me go,
free me from your sick mental blow.
You wait till night, to say 'hello',
carve me out, then return below.
I feel your presence in my soul,
like bleakest night, as black as coal.
Why does your nature linger so,
many years you mindlessly stole.
Be gone vile fiends, I wish to rest,
to study hard, to pass my tests.
Oh shadows, voices, pointless pests,
leave me now, most unwanted guests.
The clock rings four, morning begun,
shadows retreat, from night of fun.
As if the tepid light they shun,
I, thankful for the morning sun.
5/2/2020
Categories:
dryly, anxiety, fear, mental illness,
Form: Rhyme Royal
Sometimes when its late in the day,
and I don’t have many words to say . . .
I like to listen to your voice.
The softness of your words, are easy on my mind,
if I couldn’t hear or see you, I’d rather be the blind.
I need to listen to your voice.
When you at times decide, your voice to turn away,
When you have other things, & nothing more to say.
I wait to listen to your voice.
As time between us passes, & the days are dryly long,
I wonder what is on your mind, what is in your song.
I long to listen to your voice.
Categories:
dryly, crush, how i feel,
Form: Rhyme
To my enthusiastic:
- Good Morning...!
She speaking inwardly answered:
- Take care !
Then I said,
- I must leave!
She said dryly,
- Me too...!
- Should I go ...?
- Go get your train ...
"So I'm going ... are not you coming?"
- I'm going, I'm just ... I do not need
nobody... !
- Catch you later...
- Until never, farewell... !
Categories:
dryly, break up, farewell, poetry,
Form: Free verse
She was Shreveport sitting on the front porch
that warm February Louisiana evening
When the cold, shrill code blue siren news
slowly, solemnly
serenade waltzed up the white marble steps
The municipal, official flatline sympathy greeting
was tear-tissue dryly issued
with sterile
responsibility denial
Listening with deadened emotion,
the tall, dark Cajun woman grew shorter ...
as she began to bend
lower and lower,
into the nether bowels of bereavement
Her Haitian hazel eyes softly showered
late maternal fears down on the hard, bitter red clay
And her knees were trembling
in a gulf summer breeze, Magnolia tree swaying way
She could hear the po-po siren song
of her slain son’s departing voice calling out to her
And she felt a caught crayfish moan
rising up in her pain-stricken, brokenhearted bones
Her ivory tusk memory
would clearly recall a long time later,
that it seems like she had cried a lifetime
that mournful day
And tho’ the tears have now slowly faded away,
they always return weepy fast ...
every time she hears the revolving bullet flash
of the soul-cleaving siren blast
Categories:
dryly, bereavement, death, pain, sorrow,
Form: Elegy
He was a strange character, that one, at times speaking only in prose.
I still don’t fully comprehend the intensity of his persona,
But I predict that it will never cease to enchant me.
I said, “ Oh Mr. Poetry Man, you are really doing something to me...”
To which he just chuckled dryly, something he had an affinity to do.
I said, “ let me paint poems across my mouth and kiss you until you understand…”
To which he eventually smiled, soft and welcoming, a true rarity in this world.
I said, “It seems the only time I can hold you is in the milliseconds between our heartbeats…”
To which he simply held my fragile hand and didn’t let go.
I said, “ maybe one day we’ll get to write our happy ending…”
To which he answered, “I promise”
Categories:
dryly, beauty, deep, desire, heart,
Form: Free verse
her eyes invest in me the truths of her fragile heart
she wished to know happiness and freedom once more
she leaned gently against the window frame
her eloquent beauty whispered gently on my eyes
she gave me a soft sorrow by declining the offered flower
my words like autumn leaves gathered dryly at my feet of clay
my intents pure of heart stumbled weakly
as i tried to explain
that a breathtaking glimpse of her had found me
she was standing subtle and alluring in sunshines vivid light
highlights in her hair a golden hue like a regal crown
lost in the imagery of her smiling moment
lost in her radiated gentleness
that engulfs like silent fierce seduction of your heart's better natures
you only think of heartfelt wish to see her joy
you breath and live to see her smile
you will love her presence like summery sunshine's kiss
you will adore her silken voice like moonlight dance upon water
the offered plastic flower but a token of adoration
a bauble cast with noble intent
for a fine young goddess
(for morning book kara... :-) a really nice girl and nice friend)
Categories:
dryly, appreciation, day, girl, inspiration,
Form: Ballad
Lay a whisper on my pillow
Linger your sweet scent hard I swallow
Feeling I nights out with a lover
Among these thorny marshland clover
But wake I up lonely in a dump of clumps
Groping all over I feel but stumps
There's air of silence in the slum
And all around me were cans of rum
Where I and my senses was unsure
With ill-talked fantasies of things to insure
I closed my eyes which i cede to tears
And dream away my horrible fears
Despite these painful terrible years
Till the time ran out of your care
But make believing you're still here
Which makes sorrows seems mere
That am still sheltered by your heart
Sends pain in and out like a dart
And jerks my gentle soul with a start
Guts melt I like tear drops from your palm
Though on a hard rainy day so dryly calm
Your mockery came soothing like a balm
And I hid my face in my silky pale hood
To avoid jeers and stares from my neighborhood
And simply drown and stifle my mood.
Categories:
dryly, political,
Form: Rhyme
Blushing the pink arises
Seeping into this open wound
Like the love created by a child
The heart and mind dryly consumed
Racing, taking, its undecided
The Rose peddles drift on to the ground
The world, a memory lost and blinded
Swaying and fleeting, the lungs left breathless.
Categories:
dryly, imagination, life,
Form: I do not know?
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