You were gazing at me as I looked in your direction
You, caught in reverie and a daydream reflection
Both of us wondering if we've made a connection
As you stand with your friends by your locker
As both of us are caught up in this moment
Both wondering if the other one knows it
Both wondering if the other will show it
Having our love listed on the docket
You writing our names on your notebook
In a heart our names, in your mind nuptials took
Me stealing your heart like some kind of crook
As you lean back on your book nook
I saunter over, parting your friends
I fumble for words, my heart beats intense
I manage to muster these words in defense
"You've captivated my heart with just a look!"
Lovely break during hectic work.
Merry time is the coffee break.
Nectar to tired nerves is coffee.
On your seat, lean back and enjoy,
Pleasant tang tickling your nostrils.
A hearty bowl of broth
overflows its rim
Proudly served by a mustachioed chef
whose heart swells up in him
to see his patrons savor its taste
lean back with dreamy smiles
For he pours himself into his soups
panache his trademark style
The glamours, tuxedo looks
of the hollow wooden body
tuned perfectly with its four
strings manages to embody
a heavenly favor of sad energy
as a bow is drawn across its strings.
Its notes waltz upon my soul
and awakens and pulls against
my attuned heartstring imagery.
Its soothing chords being played
captivate, while joyful warm tears
swell and slowly flow.
Priceless, merry thoughts of my children
growing up long ago, playing ball
in the summers or on a wooden
sled in the snow.
The absents of my husband I dearly miss,
coming home exhausted from work;
I'd wrap my arms around him
then lean back and smile,
the love we had for each other.
The sad sounds the violinist awoke
from the violin as they played;
memories never to be forgotten.
8/8/2024
Presence on the road
Headlight in observe
Destinations serve
Skillful hands of the Greyhound Bus Driver
Stretched out Hound dog trademark
Voice of the rolling maneuvering wheels
Onward and precise
Cutting through the times of fog
The Greyhound bus is more than a name and dog
A passenger’s friend
Enriching America within
The Greyhound bus showing the way
Travel in your getaway
Eye always on the road
Lean back and recline
We are all the Greyhound Bus timeline
Feel America up close and one’s dreams explored
Honor and privilege
The Greyhound bus leverage
Masterpiece and motor coach engineer
Each day a preserver
Sunrise to sunset always near
Symbolic
The Greyhound bus far and wide
Bus history with a provide
Travel with care
Eye on the people
Heartfelt love
The Greyhound bus like no other
The thought of a flying Dove
Vision and reflection
Precision
Everlasting approach
Yesterday’s inspiration
Tomorrow a reality
A Greyhound bus rolling in your way
Your chance and opportunity
The getaway
It’s so easy to explore the Universe;
Lean back, unwind, and simply relax,
close your eyes promise not to rehearse;
Stars, such romantic notions coerce
your spirit to take it to the max;
It’s so easy to explore the Universe;
Unpredictable may appear adverse,
so does the symmetry of comet tracks;
Close your eyes promise not to rehearse;
Harboring a closed mind is the reverse,
her lucid dreams for us lie in stacks;
It’s so easy to explore the Universe;
Being tied to gravity is a curse,
there is a dimension the Earth lacks;
Close your eyes promise not to rehearse;
Within insane fantasies immerse
you’ll taste the genius of maniacs;
It’s so easy to explore the Universe,
close your eyes promise not to rehearse.
Thoughts satin as my pillow,
not a trace of ideas racing;
Such brilliant lights all around,
starlight grin as I fall asleep;
Not a trace of ideas racing,
I inhale deeply and lean back;
Another day where I should be;
Such brilliant lights all around
so much warmth surrounds me;
How could I not be left glowing?
Starlight grin as I fall asleep;
Energized by the smallest steps,
magnetic high will lift tomorrow.
A little tidbit
Before you arrive in the rainforest
if you get lost
and fall into quicksand
do not panic
calmly lean back into a back float position
slowly move your feet circularly
without panic!
you might be able to free yourself
if you stay calm
if not,
you might slide under the quicksand
as if you are the inside of a taco
luckily you will be too quickly snapped up
to panic now
Casual frog with a Heidi ho hay
Loving his rest, at the end of the day
Sliding down into a slink because it is May
When we walk by he can barely muster a “hey!”
He is so rested, relaxed, but in no way refined.
Nothing bothers casual frog, he never does mind.
We watch him, admiring type D, which is his kind.
Who has the power to lean back and enjoy the sun shine.
Block
An idea forms and your mind is on fire
Your fingers are itching to write
The eagerness builds, the excitement explodes –
Your heart and your soul are alight.
You drop everything. The moment is key!
You rush to your screen or your page.
Fingers on keyboard, pen in your hand
And you wait for the muse to engage.
Then… Nothing.
You stare at the page, lean back in your chair
Fingers on head, interlocking.
But mute and defiant the page stares right back.
Its blankness rebellious and mocking.
You jot down a word or two, force out a sentence,
Immediately rejected, deleted.
For ninety long minutes you take your best shot,
As each futile attempt is repeated.
You’re beat, feeling drained with your chin on your chest;
No masterpiece written today.
After all that struggle you can’t even remember
What the great idea was anyway.
So admitting defeat, you stand up and stretch.
Trying desperately not to feel doleful.
Tomorrow awaits. Perhaps when you try,
Your writing won’t be quite as woeful.
How can people say
they’ve never traveled
anywhere when they
can just recline on the
couch, close their eyes
and push down gently
on fragile eyelids.
Islands exist in red
and green on oceans
of black. I see their
shapes and name them
silly things like
St. Peach Fuzz
or
Jabberwock Isle.
Whenever I feel trapped
indoors I visit each one
and send relatives
and friends invitations.
If you want to come
just lean back, close
your eyes and press
down gently on your
rested eyelids.
From the Couch (3/7/23)
From the couch
I see all
When they stand
And when they fall
I lean back
On the couch
Change to chill
From a grouch
From the couch
I give orders
School, food intake
Govern borders
Is my voice
Heard from couch?
Does it carry
As I slouch?
From the couch
I’m no queen
Life carries on
Chaos unseen
They guide their day
While on couch
I do not move
I but crouch
From the couch
Fights continue
Despite my calls
Disorder ensues
Tiredness prevents me
Leave the couch
Ask my creatures
They can vouch
To the couch
I seem tall
As queen so stands
So queen falls
Time worries the mind, and the days mount up in hast
Years overwhelm the body and lay ambitions to waste
Dreams, never fulfilled rest in the bucket- list of things to do
Tarnished and lost in time, a witness of the decline in you
One must fear the recliner more than a bear on the hunt for pray
It sets there ready to lean back and welcome the brightest coming day
And as the sands of time peep in and slide steady through the dial
Running - shoes become a bit draggy and starts shuffling the last mile
Minutes keep marching on and the mirror never lies
And as every imperfection appears, it exposes the empty pride
Time’s laughs and saws memories in half
But keeps the ones less easy to bare for those in stone are cast
A reminder that riches are fleeting, hardly the measure of wealth
Glitter dims when time chips away at the body and only a shell is left
Why trust the things of this world where the flesh falls to decay
when Christ gives internal life when the sands of time are washed away
We kill mockingbirds
and quiver at tales
of mice and men
in this brave new world
an awakening occurs
as we ponder why caged birds sing
somehow this book is gay
and the bluest eyes
spy two boys kissing
Nelson found two things wrong
with a naked lunch
as Lolita and George refused
to communicate
Girls lean back everywhere
but I am curious
about internet girls
and dirty cowboys
the leer of the sensualist
is healthy, with or without
emetic qualities
if supreme court justices
are to be believed
Isn't it nice when the world's upside-down
when people are crazed with-OUT Covid around
When so many dark things seem to happen
when nuclear war can again be imagined
Yes, isn't it nice that poets lean back and peck
at keyboards indifferent to supply bottlenecks...
And what's going on now in Kyiv, Ukraine
does not occupy five-fifths of their brain
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