Lady in white, lady in blue,
Lingering late by the ocean’s hue.
Fishes below like living stars,
Drifting softly in silver spars.
Sharks glide by, a silent tension,
A fleeting pulse, a darkened mention.
The sky leans close in mirrored view,
Reflected deep in the endless blue.
spring was magnificent with budding cherry blossoms wrapping branches of
my trees. summer had an exquisite grand entrance. my garden
celebrated with dahlias, chrysanthemums, and ever gorgeous sunflowers
with brimming joy flowers frolicked and whispered to each other!
autumn of my life tiptoed, blushing bride under a veil.
trees are still bursting with gorgeous colours of whirling, twirling
swirling fall leaves, but the lustrous flowers no longer smile!
I am not afraid of the creeping old man winter.
my memory is fading, my body is aching, but I
get captivated by silvery rooftops laced with ribbons of snow.
.
enjoy autumn days watching playful pristine clouds glide by,
after witnessing many springs, many summers, grey days
can be daunting, but can not defeat my desire,
my spirit, my pace. my walk may get slow, my eyes tired,
I continue my journey with same vigour,
with same passions I nurtured at the onset of spring.
my limbs are sore and aching, my spirit stays strong.
beauty of the fleeting seasons charms my soul. I feel
fervently with all my senses, I paint the whimsical seasons,
I write the ebullient tale of a fascinating life..
It shines each night sometimes its silver
then gold or even red depending on its mood
it lights our way through the darkness
it plays games peeking shyly through clouds
Then it turns into sullen stormy deep red and
it laughs at us as in and out of clouds plunging
the world to darkness and smiles as it reappears
beaming down having so much fun yes fun
Moon you do delight me with your moods
it must be so much fun to tease us nightly
playing so many tricks as high above us
you float sending down moon beams
You make the world so magical as you shine
casting deep shadows as you glide by
then in a blink disappears making earth go dark
whether a crescent, new, quarter half or full moon.
You fill the night sky with magical glory
and cause the tides to obey your pull
as they ebb and rise at your whim
glorious moon stay a while longer
and enchant us with your magical ways
“Lake Shore Drive”
by Positive Mark
I sat the sun on a roof while I re-tied my shoe, and told it to rest up right there.
I quickened my pace, with a mask on my face, just in case all the others might care.
The piers on the inlet hold envious midgets, fake preachers, and lovers of dope.
Societal beatings, anonymous meetings, and new comrades help restore hope.
I shoe shine and grin at the trouble I’m in, as I live my unmanageable life.
The gardens are fed with the faces of dead men who died by the gun or a knife.
The stingray approach, and they glide by in pairs, while the deep thinkers welcome new moons.
The young people sing of the madness life brings, while the old fiddles bellow new tunes.
A preacher just lost his handsome grandson to a substance that long held him for ransom.
I wonder if we’ll ever win.
I picked up the sun from the top of the roof, and started my running again.
underneath
the rare
glimmer
of a
pink moon
a quietening
zephyr
caresses
silken skin
calming
the chaos
in my heart
the noise
of
modern
life feels
increasingly
distant
while
freshly
budding
leaves
sway
to the rhythm
of
nature’s
pirouette
a
lone
fawn
approaches
a
babbling
brook
whilst
I
lay
amongst
emerald-green moss
watching
the Milky Way
glide by
t i m e
seems
to slow
to
the flap
of a
woodcock's
wings
paradise
found
in my remote
verdant cul-de-sac
The male weaver bird is inspired to make a beautiful nest
Female weavers choose their mate based on whose nest is the best
nests are intricate and fine, delicately and artistically made by this guy
excited male hangs it in the sun to dry, waiting for his lovely to glide by.
Irony of Life
In the quest for more, desires take flight,
A luxury car owner envies the jet's height.
The motorbike rider dreams of the car's gleam,
While the cyclist longs for the engine's scream.
The one on foot watches the bike glide by,
Yearning for wheels, a chance to fly.
And the one with legs, in silent plea,
Envies the walker, wishes to be free.
From planes to feet, desires interlace,
In the irony of life, we all chase but nothing.
Mcdarlington™
The walking tours are lovely
On the streets of cobblestone,
With monuments and little shops
And gardens we’ve been shown.
The people we have met are cool;
It’s fun to socialize
And learn how different we all are,
Which comes as no surprise.
The food, more than I’m used to,
Varies with each sit-down meal,
With many dishes offered,
All with some unique appeal.
But still, my favorite part must be
Just sitting on the chairs
Of the balcony outside our room,
As if I had no cares.
The river churns, the swans glide by,
The scenery rolls past,
More special since I’m well aware
How short this trip will last.
Laid out on the beach in that warm tropical sun
Winter is on hold, while I am here to experience heaven and have some fun
The ocean waters with their bright colours call out to me to take a dip
First I must finish my mai tai with one last sip
My whole body I hope soon will turn a golden brown
Music fills the air with its soothing sounds
As I hit the water those rushing waves came in to welcome me
Never in my entire life have I felt so carefree
Out on the horizon, sailboats glide by with the help of a gentle breeze
I am going to savor every moment before I must return to the deep freeze
My camera is full of great pictures, giving me access to memories I will never forget
Leaving winter for summer is something you will never live to regret
I am a cob swan and I grace the lake
With my pen, who is my lifelong soulmate
Soon the cutest young cygnets will emerge
A major attraction upon the earth.
Have a stride beside the tulips with me
A lovelier vision there'll never be
I nod to the beauties, passing 'em by
And blink them a wink from my roving eye.
A wink is as good as a kiss from me
My beak is much too large, obviously
Tulips, they shiver and shake in reply
How I love the tulips that I glide by.
Tulips all have their own unique splendour
I couldn't decide which one I would opt for
Borders of tulips arouse my delight
When gliding on the lake, morning to night.
This is my swan cantata, sung with glee
Come along hearties, sing aloud with me
It's healthy for lungs, you're sure to agree
When strolling beside tulips merrily.
Snapped like a stick, all has sprung away,
The bottled up visions just start to sway.
Each person enters through the exit door,
But they don't know what is in store.
The unsettling feeling as ghosts glide by,
Blood stains the wall where the bodies lie.
Scrunched up fists, fight versus flee,
Gloves stretched on with a smile of glee.
Clothes stained with a contained, red feeling,
Mad man eyes that will send you reeling.
Burnt out, with scribbles on paper and life,
Thinking it will eliminate the thought of knives.
Old mistakes remain, though future still waits,
Many stains, unable to rid of my old traits.
Explore a big world, and microscopic sights,
But now it's time to see the bright lights.
Open one last memory from long ago,
All the bad ones, but good ones in tow.
Together again, I hope, after the demolition,
The day I belonged in myself after the transition.
In our haste to pack, we left winter behind
Easy to forget with thoughts of paradise filling our minds
As we depart from the plane we are met with the warmth of the sun
Relaxation has surely taken over leading to a week of endless fun
Strolling on the beach hand and hand
Our feet are greeted by the sparkling sand
As day turns to night a romantic dinner at sea awaits
A perfect evening for love we need to create
Dolphins glide by across the pristine turquoise ocean
All in sync with their effortless motion
The silence in the air is broken as a mariachi band starts to play
What a pleasure to be part of such a wonderful day
lyrical times
forgotten
absences now
remembered
days pass
of
times past
days
glide by
so slow
this life in the
shadows
a bleak future
lies ahead
in
an empty
wasteland
of cold years
Willow trees wave gently on the stream.
In the breeze, casting cover for hiding fish.
Thin trees float readily as if lost in a dream.
If only a breeze would bestow my wish.
The water played the lush leaves tenderly.
making waves that sweep across a calm lake.
Blue and green created a color so slenderly
Let us not spoil this calm scene, for God sake
Water larvae are difficult to spot.
Lovely birds with their wings held dots.
They quietly glide by on waterways.
Disrupted mirror images of the skies.
Sunlight filtering through cotton clouds.
Everybody has different faces and sounds.
Dappled shade from the summer's sunlight.
Umbrella to shelter together, in delight.
Storms have arrived and set the mood.
Natural disasters have led to limb shrewd.
The willow remains unbowed and erect.
Head held high as it stoops to connect.
Written: May 26, 2023
Your inner colors, make your life more active, passionate, and zestful. By Poet
Zenith of zeal and zonary of zealousness
It left me feeling as if I'd been enchanted.
In a man's aloof psyche lies preciousness.
Swiftly glide, by wide sea or sky, undaunted.
Hinder your hope zealous even if dreams die.
A bird with its pennons clipped can't fly.
Life is a bleak, frozen plain in the sway.
If you stayed awake with a zing and a zap
Put glory aside and pound it off with a rap.
Frost might have seen no spring in this gap.
Adopt each day with zeal and dreadlessness.
Feel sway all the way up till skies are slanted.
At its core, any demise should be given away.
Consider heeding this and reaching the cap.
Written: May 12, 2023
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