In the night, the sea was still,
Maggie Province, with iron will,
A mission clear, eyes set on the prize,
But shadows linger, beneath dark skies.
Fire the guns, let the thunder roll,
Echoes of courage, in a brave heart's soul,
But the darkness hides, they’re flanking our way,
Fight till the end, through the storm we’ll sway.
A warship lurking, laying down the mines,
We charged through the waves, as fate entwines,
But a cruiser’s wrath, came rushing in,
No mercy shown, where this battle will begin.
The ocean roars, as we stand our ground,
In the face of doom, our spirits are bound,
With every shot, we’ll make our mark,
But the night grows colder, and the sea turns dark.
Down we go, with the stars as our guide,
Brothers in arms, forever we’ll ride,
In the depths of the ocean, tales will resound,
Of the brave destroyer, that fought all around.
I dive headfirst into Masonite’s wood fibers
compressed baked & primed
blending boundaries of life,
lightning and death’s
cycle of pain in paint
as a path to tranquility treading
through inner turmoil of vibrancy
A hummingbird in her shell breaks away
the triaged torment
for a moment, quietus cabaret on
cacti untamed canvas
conveys an observer in one’s
own collard greens
Tehuana traditional gown
from the Isthmus of Tehuantepec
ripe reds & burnt orange
Oiled in, the gods Xolotl,
guard dog portrayed
Aztec god & fertility goddess
Motherly milky way
flanking figures,
a fiery orb of the sun
& the cool, silvery moon
dualities of balance
Fresco muralist Diego Rivera
cuddled infantile by Kahlo,
adorns a frontal lobe’s
opened third eye
& wears Buddha’s mouth
apprises of oriental wisdom
both his & hers
naïve folk art
enveloped in a cosmic
love embrace of the universe
Its arranged mr Trump..You are to win a second term.' The plebs recall your earlier
Presidency 'and less war.) Now you still need an edge.' An attempt will be made on
Your life.' But do not fear you will be ok.'
And you will gain the white house..
Thank you for your time today mr trump
See you in the white house.'
Brr brrr Hello..Yes inner sanctum secretary yes come to the main desk and
Request the golden envelope.' To access
Our location, five minutes elapse; Ring ring..Intercom request
Sir the agent is here.' Let him in a well dressed yet nondescript man comes in
Two imposing guards flanking the short
Hall waved him he approches a massive walnut desk , its all there said the secretary 2 million in large denomination bills, thank you sir.' You have a team still ready asked the secretary.? Yes ready to go..As expected
The target 'who i will not name' now has
Been informed an attempt will be made
Yet he will be ok..So i want your sniper
To touch his ear only.' This will ensure genuine shock.' And allay public doubt.'
I shall await your competent result.'
Goid day and good luck.'
Meandering meadows broken by a tossing garbling brook…strewn..rocks hewn embossing...marbling and moss flossing
Awoken whispers spoken..cantankerous coughing eddy wheezes..then a curmudgeonly icy mirror hush
Reckoning breezes yield cats' paws beckoning…teases across the flanking field
Fairies’ wield spells conveyed in lush dappled glades of plush bluebell dells
Stacked cumulus collage..shield montage cracked by dazzling azure shard mirage
Chubby clouds’ japes..conjuring cannily hung faces.. shapes...far flung places
Strife is rife..resurrection introspection survival..brings carnival of retrieval
New things...nothing can rival..primal primeval revival..Spring sings life!
One of life’s sunshine days
A pleasant walk down to the river
Scene of all basking in high summer sun
Sheep graze roaming enamoured of the warm grass
The river flowing passing on its ancient meandering way
A self carved path by an enticement no choice drawn to the sea
And over the river and water meadows comfy white cottages seen
The bright garden colours given now a soft focus by haze and distance
Onto the river bridge the weight an impetus of water a few feet down below
Grey stone ancient buttress shaped by old artifice granting water a gentle pass
Auric and glistening the strong suns noonday blazing light beams down
Lit the riverbed of soft golden sands transmuted a bronze by depth
Flanking green reeds softly sway the gentle current persuades
Shadows shapes seen moving contrary and counter way
Lovely minnow’s dark tops sides a silver hidden
Viewed unseen but in this summer light
Serendipity favour a glance a view
Perhaps a little peep
Of heaven
The
metaphysical
of
human scale
counts
spectral closeness
centirely
of colour
flanking form
in
extreme
asymmetry
lateral
inflections
continuity
presence
of verticals
with
unshakable
&unfastened
by
zips
of
speed &energy
in
areas
&planes
subtly inflected
monochromatic
partitions
textured
& with
irregular effect
in
visual tension
of
contrasting colors
I drank my coffee
Then jumped in the cup
To see the cool views
From inside, looking up
I imagined rowed teeth
Flanking a tongue
Pink and juicy like
Gooey bubblegum
And fronted by lips
Both lined and puckered
Smacking themselves
Like plump bloodsuckers
But fortunately
That was all made up
Except for the part
Where I jumped in the cup
The cup didn’t grow
Instead I turned teeny
The size of a tack
Like a lamped genie
I did see bright sky
Without a rainbow
That was suddenly
Dimmed by a shadow
But there was real fear
When I was picked up
For someone was going
To fill up the cup
I wanted to scream
But hadn’t a voice
So small in that cup
Of black Taster’s Choice
How could I survive
In a caffeine sea
I was to drown from
Curiosity
But then remembered
Though remained unseen
We had no more coffee
In cans nor as beans
I rejoiced with glee
But then in a blink
Was poured down a drain
And looked up from the sink
Which may seem hopeless
But it was part two
Of the next task that
I was going to do
I'm often asked by friends afar
What was that bright and shining star
That led me to this place of joy
To truly savor this, my rather special toy.
Was it the palm trees swaying in the breeze,
The cheeky Pelicans skimming waves with ease,
Florida's sun beaming brightly morn to dusk,
No need of taking weather Gods to task.
Miles of sand flanking the beach side road,
Reflections of my sportscar sleek and broad,
Cutting the air with startling grace
A glorious rumble heralding its pace.
Heads turning then blinded by the sheen,
A glimpse of Its lustrous body powerful and lean,
What better way to pass a perfect day
So far from all that usual fray.
Harmony and peace can come in many forms,
No need to heed convention, stated norms,
This passion shared by us the few,
Underneath that sky of blinding blue.
Within the oak tree, I have settled here
Whilst aureate sun peeks between the leaves.
My chirping song is heard roosting from top;
Can you see me; beguiling is the day.
Inherent nature's rhyme, a placid scene.
Winter has passed its chilling visit.
Spring with twelve hours daylight, nights my shortest.
I am three years old with reddish-orange breast,
Unbound and quintessential of them all.
Tugging squirmy earthworms out of the ground.
Cherubic is the flanking mockingbird
Has alone flown away now is silent.
I rule the passing hours of night and day.
Good-bye, good-bye the fiddle months last flit.
Summer nearly done, Autumn outburst late
With fruit bayberry, cherry, pyracanth;
Around the lattice to set pudgy grapes
Budding flowers for fructifying bees.
Lingering on a branch plume with winter
First snow my wings are spread quickly, fly off.
A glow of warmth I bring on winter's day!
1/27/2023
Winter is not Forever Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: BJ Legros Kelley
Where the sandhill cranes gather,
I stand and watch the swans preen
In the morning sun near the bridge
Alone, except for a circling vulture
All denizens of the lowland culture,
Passing high over the flanking ridge
A red-tail hawk hereabout rarely seen
Above the warm, crystal blue water.
written February 19, 2022
(Using the reverse rhyme scheme
which I have discovered in so many
of my poems: abcddcba)
These three seldom spoken words, "I was wrong,"
can numb the sting of emotional pain.
But our egos balk at playing along
and accepting blame; we are far too vain.
We've convinced ourselves that we're always right,
and it angers us: to suggest we're not.
Such arrogance often leads to a fight,
where stubborn hearts bear scars of battles fought.
We won't admit we've spoken out of place
for it's inconceivable we're at fault.
And we will defend our lies, in your face,
flanking the truth with a verbal assault.
"I was wrong" gets replaced with "I love you,"
blurring the distinction between the two.
Within the oak tree, I have settled here
Whilst aureate sun peeks between the leaves.
My chirping song is heard roosting from top;
Can you see me; beguiling is the day.
Inherent nature's rhyme, a placid scene.
Spring with twelve hours daylight, nights my shortest.
I am six years old with reddish-orange breast,
Unbound and quintessential of them all.
Tugging squirmy earthworms out of the ground.
Cherubic is the flanking mockingbird
Has alone flown away now is silent.
I rule the passing hours of night and day.
Good-bye, good-bye the fiddle months last flit.
Summer nearly done, Autumn outburst late
With fruit bayberry, cherry, pyracanth;
Around the lattice to set pudgy grapes
Budding flowers for fructifying bees.
Lingering on a branch plume with winter
First snow my wings are spread quickly, fly off.
A glow of warmth I bring on winter's day!
7/25/2020
I am a Robin
142 words
Can there be a top
without a bottom
A beginning
without an end
A middle
without two flanking sides
Reality
without pretend
Can you stop
what’s never started
Can you die
before you live
Can you see the truth
without the lie
Can you change
—what’s never been
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
The River
One of life’s sunshine days
A pleasant walk down to the river
Scene of all basking in high summer sun
Sheep graze roaming enamoured of the warm grass
The river flowing passing on its ancient meandering way
A self carved path by an enticement no choice drawn to the sea
And over the river and water meadows comfy white cottages seen
The bright garden colours given now a soft focus by haze and distance
Onto the river bridge the weight an impetus of water a few feet down below
Grey stone ancient buttress shaped by old artifice granting water a gentle pass
Auric and glistening the strong suns noonday blazing light beams down
Lit the riverbed of soft golden sands transmuted a bronze by depth
Flanking green reeds softly sway the gentle current persuades
Shadows shapes seen moving contrary and counter way
Lovely minnow’s dark tops sides a silver hidden
Viewed unseen but in this summer light
Serendipity favour a glance a view
Perhaps a little peep
Of heaven
sumac bursting
with fiery glow
flanking highways
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