taco salad day
chili cheese burrito time
sour cream moment
digging in together
looking at the mountain view
the eagle flies just to relax
the sun's shift is about to end
we steal kisses in between delicious bites
lemon limeade lady
cream soda man
quiet conversations about old times
a moment of silence for my Mom and both of her Parents
tomorrow we look in shops
tomorrow we hike up to the peak
tomorrow we take picture of the most magnificent views
tomorrow we love each other even more
Categories:
limeade, food, joy, love, mountains,
Form: Free verse
Stepping stones covered with moss
Across the little stream they went to their spot
beside the tree that resembles an inverted pom-pom
Streamers looking like green elongated feathers
Weeping willow, crying joyous tears
Mint and ivory comforter spread out atop lush grass
A tisket a tasket, inside the green and yellow basket...
fresh cucumbers, celery, bell peppers, creamy guacamole,
sweet honeydew wedges, limeade to wash it all down
Hours went by...they grazed and gazed into each others eyes
The bayou heat created a green haze around them
Tired now, they laid on their backs and smiled at the same sky
Emerald heart shaped thought bubbles appeared over their heads
Few words needed to be exchanged, just being together, was enough
No greener pastures needed
3/1/16
Categories:
limeade, green, romance,
Form: Free verse
i am wondering about the next version of myself
i am drawing a blank as i head to the middle of nowhere
my comfort zone is so confirmed and my mind is becoming more at ease
i cannot wait to skip my first ten pebbles and drink some freshly made limeade
i am wondering about the next version of myself
i am all out of ideas but at the same time about to become carefree
the elements of time had dissipated and is not an ancient vapor to me
i cannot wait to climb the whatever-it-is tree and eat one of my three spaghetti sandwiches
Categories:
limeade, introspection, journey, travel,
Form: Free verse
A true friendship is the place you go home to
When peace you cannot find.
It keeps a part of your soul
And is never far from your mind.
A true friend will forever forgive you
And never count how many times.
They will teach you how to
Make limeade when all life gives you is limes.
When you are hurting in your own little hell,
No matter how far you may stray,
The truest of friends who knows you so well,
Will always know exactly what to say.
Categories:
limeade, friend, friendship,
Form: Ballad
When you slurp it through a straw
it cools down your throat
taste so good with the cherry's
the ice is shredded
there are two cherry's
a few limes
mmmm.....
Categories:
limeade, food
Form: Epulaeryu
On a fire-cracked Sunday
we started the laughter
peeling the rind off the sun dripping juice
Burning the grass with each
step that we took,
as we danced~
Never a keeper of soul,
Never one to put up a jive
with left feet like rocks
I break into smiles
You are no better
Hip shakes in giggles
Brimming the air
with the snapping of twigs
Sun soaked delirium
limeade on ice
swirling bright neon
in trite afterglows
We dance with green lips
in the sun, on a Sunday
and suddenly you
are the steps that I know.
Categories:
limeade, happiness, life, love,
Form: Free verse
Apple, Apple green
I mean
the color of a sprite leaf
just beginning to unravel
This is the color of envy
In your eyes, bright, intoxicating
bursting at seams of ripeness
and on the verge of fermenting
to a stiff cider, past drinking and sour.
This apple green hue,
like lime leaves and new shoots
would be delicious if it was
reflecting the gaze from my eyes,
in love.
Like limeade in summer
still tart but refreshing
But envy, sweet envy
in sips and in drops addicts you
and pulls you and constantly stops
you from feeling
Let me adore you with things I do well
Ride high emotion and conquer the swell
of envious bites into apples half rotten
before your tongue even remembers their taste.
For envious blood is like green toxic waste,
springing it's poison in sweet apple eyes.
Categories:
limeade, angst, art, friendship, happiness,
Form: Free verse
…spectral in the buzzing of it,
the fracturing of molecules,
splitting of sub-atoms,
snap-click of ozone,
particles of atmospheric implosion…
…and in the decimation of motes,
the microwaves of favour,
flavoured with limeade and salt,
decomposed tomato and crisp razor glass,
splat and drawl on slate…
…cracklin’ roses time slide,
juddering frames – red to purple to black –
ain’t no turning back,
animal souls in fear of dying,
the scream of pigs in slaughter yards…
…hangs the zeitgeist of tortured hamburger,
flesh wired to bolts and voltage,
membranes of drums resonate
to corona discharges of white noise,
rhythm loops of fragmented morality…
…reassemble as a sexual mockery,
finger-cock of scoundrel refuge,
fabricating the new religions,
in sundown saloons the west becomes
the thing it hates…
…in deep concrete and cages,
killing the thing it loves,
nostalgia ghouls drool and guffaw,
Vietnam, boy, we had ears for souvenirs
now we got pitchers…y’all…
Categories:
limeade, history, social,
Form: I do not know?