In April everything was green,
a patch of blue couldn't be seen,
the orange sun was kept away with dire;
I lied down a scented blanket of emerald...
while the yellow robins circled above
showing their aerial skills that impressed,
but the brown-winged hummingbirds perched
on plum trees created a piece of music so unique
that even a composer couldn't imagine...
how inspirational was their song to God!
Swaying auburn trees on a November magical day
show their lustrous colors to daze minds,
their branches undulated by the auspicious wind
remind me of that red-headed girl I kissed;
did her image vanish before I could express my dismay?
I assumed that manifesting passion would bind hearts!
This is one of my favorite places I often frequent
when loneliness grips me by a feeling of helplessness;
I've built an imagery temple to her frivolousness,
to someone too sensual and stripped of amorous intent...
kissing her under swaying auburn trees that enchant
and spread their delusional essence of stifling dissent!
Categories:
frivolousness, beauty, betrayal, emotions, first
Form: Rhyme
We must dress
up ourselves
in patience and grace
when we look in
the rearview mirror
at our lives
how things used
to be…
We laugh with our friends
at the memories of
such and such, but
we must surrender
or fall apart to…
aging
In surrendering
we gain a true sense
of self and
an understanding as to
who we really are…
The frivolousness
of the past
lies behind us
in fond memories.
Onward march, we go
for there is much power in the
embodiment…
aging
ahead of us.
We must take our positions
as matriarchs and patriarchs
and as elders
because we have earned it
aging
Categories:
frivolousness, age,
Form: Free verse
Broken...
Eagerly Erased
Vaguely Visiting Vitality
Encouraged Earlier Evenings End
Remained Ravishing Reality
Lifelessly Lurking
Yearning...
Beggared
Excessively,
Varied
Extensively;
Reasons?
Loving/Losing
You
At Nearabouts Now
Jokingly Obtain Neglect;
Expurgating Self
...breathless
elatedness,
—VANISHING—
—ESCAPING—
...resoundingly
lovable
yore.
Been catching myself, staring off in distance;
Engulfed by the sorrow—forever haunted...
Validate; all my failures and flaws again—
Eerily similar to who came before—
Reflect upon little girl's frivolousness...
Largely too intangible for you to grasp...
Years—Perhaps your best ones, were already gone—
Categories:
frivolousness, for her, muse,
Form: Acrostic
Enough about hearts and frivolousness.
I have sealed many pages with my mark
Of flowers and red and the bluest of roses.
Trees of green and blue skies
I have developed an intimacy with these words.
No surprise, I am an intimate observer
Sincerely and ever caring
I wear no disguise to try and sneak an
Inauthentic poem pass
Rainbows know I have had my epiphanies
I have listed horizons more time than not
Dusk and dawn how can I ever
Hope to carry on?
What for was I born
I love my poems as if they were my flesh
But what next?
I've written about love times and times again
Until I now wear her name on my sleeve
I should roam the planet searching for a clue
If this pen does not send poetic words
I fear I might wither into dust.
I love each word.
Lover of words I am the intimate observer
Categories:
frivolousness, blue, inspiration,
Form: Cinquain
Okay that last one was a piece of ridiculousness
At times I've slid into the abyss of frivolousness
There's hope for me though
With my friend down below
Did I ever tell you we're both masters at chess
Categories:
frivolousness, fun,
Form: Limerick