I'm in reflection again
a rear window spy
in the solitude
of speechless silence
at this hour, we are a poem, a cloud, no,
prints in the sand, where we went
when us was awakening like the mercies of a brand-new morning.
Across the brown beach, tiptoed,
as burrowing crabs dived, evading the wading birds-
mostly egrets, and the tides flared their nostrils
with the fanfaronade of prissy white brides
vanishing our trail
Cracked castles are in dilemma. whether to fall or stand
Waters whirl like a lake and sea, with a lean sign of land.
Among the carcasses of beasts lie humans, as though mixed
In destiny's destructive force, nature remains transfixed.
Swarms of insects strive for existence. Will they all outlast?
Ants carry a dead snakelet in procession, unasked.
Do dogs, cats, goats, and cows think that they're in a swimming pool?
Aren't they on their final journey, though the water is cool?
Blessed are the rescuers, who risk their lives to save others.
To leave one to die or to save them, they have their druthers.
It's due these that the catastrophes of nature get humbled.
The fanfaronade of death and its decay get crumbled
The flood is like autumn. With its waters, it flows and fades.
Doesn’t the drought-flood scene have been enacted like sun and shades?
Vegetation sprouts with renewed vigour, power and strength.
Meadows, orchids, and orchards spread out to an unseen length.
subtitled: The Bolder Boys (rivals of The Golden Girls)
written for a word bank contest - twenty really weird ones
Two graying seniors with appalling chimera
bantering back and forth - mental meandering.
Be it mirage or dreams from another era -
they diminish the other's philandering.
Fanfaronade - from high school boys I would expect
now it re-appears in quite perceptible measures
from our retired magistrate whom I quite suspect
of erroneous accounts of addled pleasures.
While his cohort, an erratic ex-engineer
relates with brazen gibberish his tete a tetes.
At one time more clear and swift of eye and ear,
on blogs they ordain to publish communiqués.
I have found no diffidence which they jeopardize
making harmless though delectable advances,
Noted but honest attempts to digitize
their forte, their skill in dubious romances.
I offered an honorarium of great size
for the first one who would divest his florid page
of any contentious items - to sanitize. .
Gaga girlfriends grin and gush. They're cute at this age.
September 18, 2021
Who's the grandest marshal in my parade?
Who is the best of all the rest?
Who stole my heart without fanfaronade?
Three questions I'll assess,
and give you just one guess.
The most important person in my view
is that someone I can count on
when the going gets rough, no ballyhoo.
He's neither prince nor pawn
he does not feign or fawn.
I'd rather not name names, he doesn't mind.
A diamond glows, transparence shows
real treasure lies behind his eyes so kind.
No wonder that I chose
this gem when he proposed.
His life reflects the light of God above.
I cannot lie, a polished guy
whose life is lived for family that he loves.
Hereby - Happy Birthday
to my mate and mainstay.
October 1, 2012
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