Love in the forenoon
It was a struggle, a poem insisted on giving birth
I refused and insisted on abortion, as I no longer write
poetry, when she stood in the doorway of my
study, asked what I thought of her hair she had
had colored the hair dark, but not shiny black
I said the nice things one says concerning hair
She was going into the kitchen to make toasts
I joined her, and at 80, she is still wonderful age has
not made her grumpy or lose pride in her looks
never mind the stillborn poem I have written
enough second-hand stuff to last a lifetime
now, the time is for a simple life, smiles, and tea.
Categories:
forenoon, africa, age, beautiful, birth,
Form: Blank verse
morning sun beams down
mother nature is smiling ~
seagulls soaring high
Modern Haiku Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Chetta Achara
Date written: 12/28/2021
Categories:
forenoon, bird, day, happiness, nature,
Form: Haiku
*Image of San Francisco Street Neighborhood by Pixabay.
A Superb Forenoon
This superb forenoon down the avenue,
flower gardens, mostly lawns, up this part.
There's Sammy and Tammy, "How do you do!",
naught Baker's ... close, Cooke's, love their fine art.
In view, ol' Freddie sits at the bus stop,
this superb forenoon down the avenue.
Waits not for bus, just days headlines they'll swap,
park seats, down some, too far ... bus stop will do.
Fair breaths of air, perfect time, grows in view,
from this point, I approach the metal wind,
this superb forenoon down the avenue,
flaps Orient graces in a crosswind.
Chalked squares in my path, sits a small beanbag,
a lil' girl says, "A minute sir, thank you!",
"Welcome, Miss!", homestead nearby, let time lag,
this superb forenoon down the avenue.
2021 August 27
Categories:
forenoon, appreciation, i am, inspiration,
Form: Quatern
forenoon lullaby —
sunlit zephyr cooing
o’er Summer oak leaves
7/31/2020
Categories:
forenoon, morning, tree, wind,
Form: Haiku
Sunday Forenoon
She is listening to the Catholic mass
On TV and I’m banned from the living room
She takes her religion serious
And will be spared of any sarcastic remarks
About how the Padres are dressed and me
Wondering aloud if they believe what
They say.
We are going out for lunch, the sermon has
Made her hungry and we will have chicken
Killed in Jesus’s name, fried to perfection.
Me! I prefer Portuguese bacalao burgers
Fried to perfection, with a salad and later
drive along the promenade people watching.
Categories:
forenoon, beach, creation, deep, irony,
Form: Blank verse
The forenoon Show
There is a ship anchored close to the shore
in the bay, I wonder what the cook is doing now
perhaps he is chopping onions for frying
with a bit of meat from lunch or maybe he is
washing pots and pans while the officers who have
nothing to do play cards in the mess hall.
The crew stand by the railing looking at the shore
and the bright light, eyeing at their watches
when is the cook ready to serve them some grub?
I turn my thought to Julia apparently she was not
funny enough, a day time hostess has to be relentlessly
hilarious, facile, pretty and dumb.
I wonder how long she will last before a burnout
there many young females dying to get the job.
Exposure, the name in coloured magazines, the interview
by a sycophantic journalist who let the object prattle one
about their childhood which was hard, interfered with
by an uncle, endless is the navel-gazing, but the question
how they got there so fast is not mentioned whatever it was
it has little to do with talent.
Categories:
forenoon, abuse, anger, best friend,
Form: Blank verse
E-arly part of day
G-ives nothing but cooler air,
E-nding with lunch time.
Form: Acrostic Haiku
Categories:
forenoon, birthday,
Form: Haiku
Death In The afternoon
The field mouse
So dolce
Sleeping in
A blue flower
The woman who took
This adorable picture
Also had a
Moggy
On the sofa it poured
And the lady will
Never know
What the cat did to
The mouse
As there are things
Cats do not care
Divulge
To us sensitive humans
Categories:
forenoon, break up, butterfly, career,
Form: Chastushka
The last forenoon
It was Sunday I was sitting peacefully at my desk
when an interior storm burst knocked off me off my chair
I witnessed machine gun fire hitting a wall just above
my head I was covered in dust like powdered dandy
and I thought, here we go first torture than a bullet.
The put an oxygen over my face a wounded soldiers
going home after losing yet another battle.
I was born again and could remember the constant
battle the never- ending war of my phobias,
Eight floors up, one lifetime is enough, but the soldier
could not break glass puny his hands weak his arms.
Yes I’m home but my smile is a Janus mask I cast no
shadows on the wall like the living do.
Categories:
forenoon, absence, adventure, allusion, appreciation,
Form: Bio
August Forenoon
There is a sale on in the dress shop bathing trunks reduced up
to 40%. It has been a good summer and few local people have
died but the price of coffins stay the same....
So beautiful a forenoon, I drove on my moped to visit a carob tree
I used to sit under when lonely
Its thick branched protected me from the world. Under it now
two elderly women -on their knees- picking sweet, black beans.
The small farmers around here have aged with me, the women
looked up and smiled at this elderly, permanent tourist on his
round; he is like a hasty brush stroke on the canvas of eternity.
On green vines hung juicy grapes tasted one it was like an explosion
of natural sweetness that filled my mouth with yesterdays pleasure,
they are ready to be harvested and made into wine, not for the rich
but for the local people to drink with their stew.
Categories:
forenoon, absence, age, identity,
Form: Ballade
THAT sunny forenoon
Beside the new spring’s
New thorns bloom
Swaying with the steady
Tender blows of breeze.
And she’s springing, racing
Over the garden’s wet grass,
Seeing at me, smiling,
As she knows her childish fun
How I am loving and enjoying.
Again, he’s waiting this whole winter
For such another spring’s
Another day’s another sit,
Oh together! For facts and fantasies fit.
Categories:
forenoon, nature, romantic,
Form: Free verse