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Monocrostic (Birthday of Teresa V. Laguna)
Categories:
laguna, birthday,
Form: Other
Seaside cottage
Laguna Beach
Nectarine colored coral reefs
Gardens by the sand.
Categories:
laguna, beach, beauty, blue, fun,
Form: ABC
Deep emotions flow under your veins
Sailing towards serenity
Taking a breath, gazing at
First sunbeams feeling my
Soul wrap yours, with the
Warmth and love of
An angel,
Dreaming
You
Feel
My depths
Amidst the
Laguna blue
Of my eyes, for you
To find your eden of
Inner peace eternally
In crystalline waves, forever
The ocean of my breaths, my blue rose.
Categories:
laguna, for her, love,
Form: Nonet
One impulsive Saturday morning in Autumn
Quail eggs take all the blames
Quail eggs from Laguna Farmer’s market
Unspeakable - what to do with these weird eggs? Later
that night, FIRST
home-made dinner
was born.
…. recipes, Bill Briwa, olive oils, herbs, wines ……
Raw Appreciation, Organic Acceptance
Flooding the kitchen space; his/her life space.
sizzling
boiling
roasting
braising
simmering
occasionally, a few drops of blood spiced up TLC
Grilling, oh yes, Hallelujah Outdoor Grilling – His joy, his toy!!!
Playing with unregulated fire,
Men, Grill, Fire -- Don’t ask.
My contributions: chopping, seasoning, stirring, dancing to 20’s music
back-scratching
“need just a touch of pepper”, I expressed
“I shall send my mom to you”
“Hmmm, superb sea bass”, “too many savory flavors fighting each other”
My Sweetie chef laughing mercilessly, he declared
My girlfriend becomes a food critic.
Categories:
laguna, boyfriend, class, drink, fire,
Form: Free verse
how i hold close the memories
the scent of ocean on skin
warmth of heartbeat
the sound of love that laid with me in dream
diamond shine on blanket of midnight sea
a promise of forever from wave to shore
holding close each wish of evermore
how i long to be the breeze
carried through the window
by invitation of boulevard lights
sheer curtain whisper in certain dreams
that love have a place
of telling and retelling each night
my heart never sleeps
nor forsakes each truth
that in dream
and in wake
my love, it lives for you
Categories:
laguna, beach, dream, love, missing
Form: Free verse
The narrow ledge
Led down from the ridge
Taking the steep side
Each step piloting
This descent into the heart song
Abiding deep within our longing spirit
Pivoting beams of sun flash
Through the soft flowing blanket of trees
Below to the far woodland floor
It's light cascading to stream
Between the real and imagined
Binding the present truth to Evermore
This searcher of beauty
This pathfinder of eternal love
Comes to rest from this journey
To find one's self deep within
Where the forest grows silent and lush
Where the soul finds peace
Holding to this enchanted secret
Encompassed in this timeless place
Deep within the well
Of something that always was
And has been the gap
Between the connection of our souls
And the ingredients of our map
Categories:
laguna, analogy,
Form: Free verse
I am from
I am from my mom’s jean jacket with leather lining, from levi’s and converse.
I am from the cracked blue painted walls and worn down white windows.
I am from the white calla lilies, the roses.
I am from yearly trips to Laguna Beach and stubbornness, from Patty and Camille and Marcus.
I am from the procrastination and determination.
From “clean up your damn room” and “take out the trash”.
I am from pseudo Hanukkah. From matzo ball soup, latkes, and no religious aspects.
I’m from Santa Ana and Europe, quesadillas and pizza.
From the two different families.
I am from Natural Bridges State Beach, Russian River Campgrounds, and Foothills Park.
Categories:
laguna, family, love,
Form: Free verse
“LIFE'S HIGHWAY” BY: TOM C. © 2014 all rights reserved
I’VE BEEN UP AND DOWN ALL COASTLINES, SEEN THINGS I CAN’T REPEAT,
I walked MANY PATHS sober and STUMBLED DRUNKEN IN THE STREET.
I’VE SMOKED SOME FANCY CEEGARS, INHALED CALLIE WEED THAT WAS MY SHINE,
I MET sexy LOVERS ALONG THE WAY, BROKEN HEARTS I LEFT BEHIND.
IVE SAT UPON COASTAL ROCKS OF MAINE, BURIED MY TOES IN TAMPA SAND,
I’VE HUNG MY HAT IN TOWNS AND CITIES, ALL THROUGHOUT THIS LAND.
I SURFED shores OF SAN DIEGO, LEFT FOOTPRINTS ON LAGUNA Beach.
I LEARNED FROM TEACHERS OLD AND YOUNG, And FOUND OTHERS I COULD TEACH.
LIFE’S HIGHWAY, A SERIES OF STORIES, WHEN PUT TOGETHER,
MAKE a bOOK,
REMEMBER WHEN YOU CROSS YOUR HIGHWAY, BOTH WAYS YOU NEED TO LOOK.
BY TOMKATMANDOO
© 2014 tomkatmandoo (All rights reserved)
Categories:
laguna, imagery, journey, memory, spoken
Form: Rhyme
Silhouette of trees dressed in chiffon prints
Oaks, pines, maples tossing their hair
I trail along their rumba curve
way down to where glazed bushes nestle.
Above roasted sail of Laguna River
crossing a moat...today, foliage begins to seethe
on flamed leaves amidst summer’s embrace,
as more timber follow a float
where mauve petals kiss the air.
The bronzing of glens and wheezing of mist
reach a coaled ember of summer fire,
cluster of moments drapes veined trunk
with sniff of earthy scent, reminding me
how lush the branches swell against heat
of August ‘s coals when two pairs of arms
brush the stars with paint of reveries.
Warm the meeting of palms fondling the barks
In a dizzy sketch of romance, and then,
Like a curl of ambrosial boughs in rumba dips,
Trees hold passion’s charade, until...
Charlotte Puddifoot's Vibrant Verse 2 Contest
- new poem
Categories:
laguna, summer, tree,
Form: Free verse
A back dated copy of US News
Stained by roasted garlic flavored
Extra virgin olive oil,
The neighbors have moved away,
In this silence, I miss their children’s noise
I resent the refrigerator rumbling so.
On Laguna Street the cars come and go,
Geese squawk by
On their way to Ellis Lake,
Branches are pencil drawings against a gray sky,
Works of art that never sold.
Autumn leaves seasoned by winter rain
Are sequestered in the patio,
A pair of bicycles with flat tires
Is chained to a tree trunk.
We live outdoors in almond groves,
Row after row in camping huts,
And plan to walk through tulip meadows,
Mind numb with color,
Counting tulips to go to sleep.
Is there a lesson in this to learn?
Write me a five hundred-word story,
Call it ‘ The clouds will go,
there will be sun’.
Categories:
laguna, life, people, places,
Form: Blank verse