I welcome Autumn with a fond embrace,
Feeling Autumn's breath upon my face.
From high upon my Smoky Mountain stand,
I pause to behold Autumn's artistic hand.
Mist lifts slowly from the valley floor below,
As if a curtain rising on a long awaited show.
A majestic painting unfolds before my awestruck eyes,
Highlighted by the golden rays of a bright sunrise.
An endless carpet of trees, wet with morning dew,
Blazes with candy-colored leaves of nearly every hue.
My mind fails to recall a more stirring sight,
As unbidden tears upon my cheeks alight.
The sweet smell of ripened apples, littered on the ground,
Mingles with the earthy scent of mushrooms that abound.
Life is sustained by the season's bountiful fare;
Wild berries, fruits and nuts grow carelessly everywhere.
To eat hand to mouth is my childish heart's desire,
So, Autumn is the season that I most admire.
~ in an emotional storm, it's easy to go blind ~ quote by poet
You always gave me black roses,
the color marks your status
A charming charlatan,
who doesn't see his own shadow
With a transparent gaze,
highlighted your own achievements
Covered up weaknesses,
and inability to listen
I was gullible and hungry,
the outside world disappeared
Now I understand who you truly are
your frayed morals were poisonous
Upon a small bench in our park
Two lovers, entwined in the dark,
Somehow did not know
The street light, aglow
Highlighted their hot lovers' spark.
Some viewers wore supportive grins
In knowing how love always wins
Will take its own course
Wherever the source
To dance with its romantic spins.
But then, in the crowd, some yell no!
This lover's display now must go!
Now please get a room
Where hot love can zoom
And bystanders don't have to know!
WISDOM
When I was a child , I spoke like a child .
The words of innoncence was my being.
As i grew older my perception of the world boarden and I had stories from family that highlighted the perils of Life.
Wisdom and sayings
"Look before you Leap"
"Be Careful what you wish for "
"Count your blessings "
" Do not cry , dry your eyes".
Wisdom is in the eye of the beholder for
Life is what you take and make from it.
Wisdom can make you stronger , be more
attuned with your own intuition.
Call it six sense if you will for it is for real
Wisdom comes in many forms : Blessings
Triumphs, Celebrations.Sorrow, trials and tribulations. The grass is not always greener on the other side.Stick to the lanes you are use to.
A Bloody Tale
a vampire bat in the weeping willow tree
hanging upside down created an impasse
a fat faced full moon highlighted it
its beady eyes focused on my warm neck
in hopes it could get a taste of my sweet blood
I needed to deliver the brown leather satchel
with the Irish curio—a stolen sample
of the Blarney Stone tucked neatly inside
my way blocked by this flying mammal
I needed to distract it
my back pack contained a rare beef dumpling
for a snack while on my way
I pulled it out—some blood dripping from
its cold center
I tossed it to the side of the trail
mr. bat took the bait
I exhaled a sigh of relief and
resumed my trek. As I left
I heard a chirping sound behind me
I turned and saw the bat waving its webbed wing
in gratitude. I had to pass this way homeward
I hoped he would remember me
Painted a picture.
I thought I drew you well.
Mixed moonlight with memory,
called it truth and framed it on the wall.
I gave your silence a laugh,
your absence a pulse,
stitched constellations into empty sleeves
and dressed a ghost in gold.
Every brushstroke was a prayer
for a miracle to stay still.
I shaded your flaws with mercy,
highlighted your virtues with hunger,
until the canvas knew you better
than you had ever known yourself.
Visitors stopped and stared.
"Who is that?" they'd ask.
And I'd smile, because I didn't know.
The eyes belonged to hope.
The mouth belonged to loneliness.
The hands belonged to every goodbye
I was too frightened to release.
Then one morning the paint began to crack.
The colors slid downward like tears,
revealing the white beneath,
the terrible holiness of nothing.
That's when I understood:
I never lost you.
I lost the masterpiece
I made from empty space.
And standing before a blank canvas,
for the first time in years,
I met the artist.
Not the illusion.
Me.
Your smile, under the sunny skies
Out of the blue that flies
Under the tree you breathe
Resuscitates me with wreath
Smile so captivating
Makes me blush and winking
In miles you let me fly without wings
Longer, higher than an eagle that swings.
Earth fascinated what your love brings
The sun that gives life and color
Haunted by your eyes with ardor
All beauty a man can paint
Tripping on canvass, never faint
Colors of you in different shades
Highlighted in smiley dreams of Everglades
Across the mountains and sea floors
Narwhals of ocean deep, travel in fours.
Gallantry of unicorns down by the riverside
Evergreens on slopes in the countryside
Death-defying stunts over the mountainside
The smile you always keep
Hearts in billions run deep
Ending in laughters; never weep
"Why?" you asked and wonder why
On and off the shores, never dry
Remember your smile
Love that spreads in pile
Deeper than the river of Nile!
Gentle lapping water
rolls sequently onto shore
like tiny crystals highlighted by the shining sun.
Blackened tree stumps stand
like soldiers on watch.
A pelican skins across the surface of the lake
in search of a tasty morsel
beneath murky waters.
The lazy dog basking in the sun
lifts an eyelid;
undisturbed
he resumes his peaceful nap.
Campfires send
spiralling puffs of smoke
upwards,
carried away wit the wind
followed by another smoke signal.
The sandy banks
with mounds of trodden turrets
lay in wait
fir creatures on dusk
patrol
seeking nightly nourishment.
The setting sun slowly
sinks
sending silver shimmers
across the lake.
Again as nightfall
descends
another day closes.
HIGHLIGHTED INTENTIONS-:-
naturally
achieved
positions
customarily
conceived
MINUTE BY MINUTE
discovering
sympathetic
reality
instinctively
established
in NATURAL SIMPLICITY
commonly
exhibited
affinity
repeatedly
tasted
Stop refreshing the screen.
Their name wont show, or be highlighted.
Stop scrolling through the old texts.
It wont bring them back.
Stop staring at them,
They wont look back at you.
You shouldn’t have to beg for attention.
You shouldn’t have to change the color of your eyes,
for them to see you.
You shouldn’t have to increase the volume of your music to drown out the overthinking.
You shouldn’t have to speak in their cøde for them to
End up not understanding you.
Do not be the romantic waltz to their messy tango.
They didn’t notice then, why would they notice now?
You shouldn’t have to
U
N
D
R
E
S
S
For them to see the real you.
Because the real you isn’t just your flesh.
You shouldn’t have to train them to treat you how you want,
Just for you to end up the circus clown.
You shouldn’t have to change your vocal cords just to
Harmonize one note with them.
You shouldn’t have to provide the effort.
You shouldn’t have to,
But you do.
Because that’s what we call
Love.
Red cardinal highlighted by white cloud and blue sky
I read and highlighted
the lyrics
of two perfectly different,
however similar
modern songs.
One was
‘The Season of the Sticks’
and the other
was ‘Stubborn Love.’
I don’t live in Vermont,
But my yard and roof
confirm that spring
is coming. I also have
no interest
in landscaping.
I found myself circling
and counting
all the “half” words
and considering
how the repetition
of a word offers more
than half a meaning.
While sipping watered-
down coffee beans and
staring at a full parking lot,
I decided on one thing
that I wanted today,
the “opposite of love’s
indifference” when I
exit the anonymity
of The Joy Bar
Coffee Co.
I don’t know
“some version” of myself.
Unfortunately, I know more.
I might leave “tire tracks”
on the world’s uncaring
pavement, or my own
driveway on the edge
of oblivion.
I am not “split
in half” or
a fragment
of myself, like a
blueberry
that never made it
to juicy, round
perfection.
In twenty minutes
I will pick my son up
from golf practice
and drink the remnants
of cold coffee
on the way.
The days went by as expected,
Sun is no longer our best friend,
and the moon is trying to leave us alone at nights,
the stars are dying,
the ground is shaking,
the rumours are true,
our names are highlighted in red,
we're hated,
discriminated,
our minds full with whispers of
"You should go to hell!"
and we feel alone,
we are alone,
no one is beside us,
no one is here listening to our stories,
and we finally realise that,
we are dreaming,
and when we look at the sun,
it still smiling.
the owl wizard is coming! A nocturnal whisper, so no one sleeps
this frantic call went through the forest in whistles and peeps
the owl wizard flew past a deer and her fawn with brown spots.
this is a warning to all of you, he highlighted with precision dots
the hunters will be here by four-thirty, their blind is up there
No one should be anywhere near here; so now, take care
Giving them what they needed, the owl flew off to sleep.
The rest of them scattered, the deer ran off with a sheep.
taste
instinct
ventured
outstanding
attractions
never
neglected
fabulous
scattered
contemporary
displays
highlighted
focused
celebrated
revelling
in
sweet delights
&
charming
sights
a
treat
to banish
angst
with unrivalled
dazzling
quality
a perfect
context
a mix
of
unique
appeal
of space
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