Late,
the morning glories rise
passionate, royal, magenta blooms trumpeting,
helloes and goodbyes;
novice neophytes falling
into lavender blush dream states
succumbing to a mellowed change in weather
cooler days awakened by pale aging sunlight
soft, restless breezes
in the trees shedding leaves;
twilight for the foliage
a lurid golden year half-light dulcet dawns,
scarlet carmine sunsets, waning,
whispering not shouting
carnelian nights humming a lullaby,
serene, euphonious,
clouded eyes struggling to remain awake
buddings small and petite,
placid emollients of day;
shaded out of scathed hunter greens
falling to lemon camboge
limed colored oranges,
harvest time citrus afterbites
commencement to vermillion bleedings
September full blood moon phasings,
in crisp kaleidoscope etchings
of a well-painted palette
sepia rusettes, auburn,
ambered melancholia disturbances;
sanguine shortened days,
arboreal sleep, brittle and dry
les Feuilles Mortes.
Mystic Rose contest of Hello September
9/17/21
Categories:
limed, autumn, color, september,
Form: Narrative
My clock ran away taking the time
There was no warning, just up and went.
I’d give a nickel, maybe a dime.
To keep track of the weeks I’ve spent
Feeling curiously bamboozled and stymied
By that traitorous clock sorely bent
If you see her, her face is yellow limed.
Tell her good-bye, I have moved to Kent.
Categories:
limed, 2nd grade, 3rd grade,
Form: Rhyme
A fresh diagnosis,
waiting to die
Time now unmortgaged,
foreclosure in sight
The documents present,
endorsement unsigned
Appraisal—reprisal,
the path freshly limed
(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2019)
Categories:
limed, death,
Form: Rhyme
Peace and contentment within
The confines of a horse’s stall
Picking and sifting until I have
Cleaned limed and bedded it all
Horse anticipates where
I am wanting him to be
Moving and shifting to
Stay out of the way of me
A soft nuzzling nudging
I feel pushed in my ribs
He’s wanting a pet from me
Which of course I will give
I do my best thinking
Inside that horse box
Collecting and arranging
So many of my thoughts
Measuring the grain and
Dumping it into the feeder
Shaking out the hay sheaves
The smell couldn't be sweeter
To me they aren't chores
They are my times away
To sort my thoughts to
Begin and end my day
Categories:
limed, emotions, horse,
Form: Rhyme
I have pinched, pruned, planted, fertilized and even mowed...
I have dug, dressed, divided, harvested and hoed.
Then I thinned, trimmed, transplanted, sprayed, sowed and staked...
Then I wheeled, watered, weeded, rototilled and raked.
I loosened, limed and layered, that's me; gardening by the book...
But there was one thing I neglected, I was so busy I forgot to look.
My flowers were as beautiful as could be...
And I was so busy I didn't see.
TK<
Categories:
limed, flower, garden,
Form: Light Verse
A jingle wrestling a tune
A tune
A tune
A wave just cracked
A wave just cracked
A whole book full of notes
A’ have! -How about that? Art imitates
And
And in my face
And in my face was this beautiful
And in my face was this beautiful painting cause
This beautiful painting made me realize
How important it was
And made me realize how important it was
And reminisces
Grey cloth official looking cost me $10.00
Now I'm sharing this with you
And she did say
And she did say 'you already
And still they look
And still they look for
And still they look for
Another cobbled verandah
Another limed Tokay
Art imitates life
Art imitates life
As I speak to you
As I speak to you
As we always have
As they speak
As they speak
was
was
Bane bough buff
Categories:
limed, allegorybeautiful, me, beautiful, me,
Form: Narrative
another day goes by in my world
another day with no one to hold
no one there to watch me sleep
only me a worthless heep
no mater what goes down
the city is safe and sound
the roses wraped arround your crown
never wilts when it the sun goes down
theres light again another day
words cant say what i cant say
the insomnia broken down
colapse in pain onto the ground
im on the outside looking back in
a broken body decks the halls
the ballance tipped from side to side
limed with the essance of foolish pride
no mater what goes down
the city is safe and sound
the roses wraped arround your crown
never wilts when it the sun goes down
Categories:
limed, song-city, day, me, sun,
Form: Verse