Truly beautiful she was; I saw from afar
I seek closeness yet she belongs to the star
Such enthralling blush of her tulips brown
And such glossy hair by her twinkling crown
Certainly her violet eyes are nymph of serenity
That surely would lure me beyond eternity
I parted my heart's desire to the gentle stream
While she softly hummed and loitered within my dream
Merely a dream is I could hold her courteous hand
And wander within our laughter over my fairyland
O' these heart's desire so blazing and fiery
Much like a blossoms of gorse; golden and glittery
I crawled within my dream and watched her waves of a sea
And watched her with my weary eyes across the same lea
Beneath the same pearly clouds and sphery moon
I loved this quiet evenfall and her
soothened croon
With gladness I laid beneath the Hawthorn and see her go
While she soflty sailed to where my rivers never flow-
And I parted my heart's desire to the gentle stream
And it speaks,'Tis a love not merely a dream'
A wreath of melancholy clouds sigh
Sigh beneath the boundless sky
The mavis sings upon my heavy head
Of delusion love and memories embed
Ah' distinctly now I remember-
Your cold arms of dure November
Caressed the veins of crocus flower
And the mavis sang upon an odd hour
We forgot an agony in somnolent days
And the coldness in ember blaze
We loitered down the moonlit shadow
Till the edges of brazen meadow
These two hearts throbbed in coyness
In a myriad stars with such loveliness
With such loveliness you adore
But who have known its not evermore-
Whispers the naiad closer the rush of stream
To let go of her who wanders within a dream
But how with such loveliness I adore
Who I have known her forgotten lore
And I have seen her burning blush
With quite cooing of dove in gentle rush
While my breath lure in her hearts within
My dream carols and smelt her jasmine
This weary beats and my dreamy eyes
Remembers the melancholy cloud that sighs
You, with your everlasting sorrow mom
deserve nifty hands and healing ways of
You, who always loved with the truest calm
now sit bereft of food and needs God's glove
You, the womb that bore consecrated Zen
sit still with your emptiness praying that
You, will once more be as fertile as a hen
fresh as the ocean in God's special vat
You, who have given us bounty with grace
have birthed a sapling, a seed, and the bud
You, Mother Earth whos honest clean faced
has always provided with substance and sud
They, who have loitered and taken your fresh,
are caught in a web, they cannot dis-enmesh.
the seahorses grazed in a field undersea
the jellyfish wobbled at the party
the starfish in their constellations went
the clams secretive tight lipped and silent
the hammerhead sharks did the DIY
the clown fish entertained as they swam by
the plankton ruled undersea in their gangs
the octopuses spent too long shaking hands
the crabs on the side their day they spent
the lobsters approached in a pincer movement
the sea urchins loitered dishevelled and poor
while the oysters enjoyed everything and all
I lived on Gray Street when I was a boy
and rode my bike up hither ‘n yon.
Now my home is a concrete parking lot
and all its spirits ‘n souls are gone
I sang at Greyfriars church as a child
and learnt all about moth ‘n rust.
I learnt nothing is permanent or fixed
and it too fell into rubble ‘n dust
I jumped ‘n danced at the Country Club
when fete ‘n revelry came to town.
Music played all night in the dance hall
but its colonial past was torn down
I worked at the old store on Broadway
inside its chain doors ‘n iron cage.
But now it sits a vacant lot condemned
to history lost to a demolition age
I loitered ‘n limed at the Pelican Inn
in my rum diary in younger days.
Up on Coblentz Avenue from its ruins
the inn that stood has been razed
I remember in my grandfather’s house
when voices did echo every room.
Now strangers walk among the dead
and feels more like a family tomb
I feel the reverberation of spirit ‘n soul
that these forsaken places outlast.
But I have watched life ‘n time erase
the bricks ‘n mortar of my past
Written: July 2025
A dauntless dachshund was my darling dog.
He was charmed to chase the cavorting frog.
He always ran and romped with great agility ,
For sniffing and smelling mice, he had a special ability.
He was rock black in shade and was very bold.
He stayed loyal and lively and never grew old.
His swaddling gait and swiveling move,
Brought much joy. From life, all boredom he did remove.
Safeguarded and shielded our home with a surveilling eye.
Lazily loitered with us under the lulling evening sky.
His sparkling starry eyes shone with joyful delight.
He sought snuggles and cuddles as if they were his right.
Sad, one day, our darling dachshund for ever departed.
Dropping his doggy duties, from us, he silently parted.
The memory of the magical moments he gave, merrily stays.
A faithful friend who gave us funny and festive days!
Believing
Miracle Man
8/11/2024
Life has been a journey,
bursting with desire.
Where I had a choice,
to simply laze or aspire.
But God placed in me,
an eagerness to achieve.
But to make things happen,
I first had to believe.
For too long I loitered,
on the roadside thumbing.
When believing was mile one,
on my highway to becoming.
An abandoned treehouse left to rot
intrigued a pair of inquisitive teens;
Suspended in the air like a starship
a haven for Gulf coast runaways;
Intrigued a pair of inquisitive teens
approached it’s elevated pathway;
So much loitered so still was the wind;
Suspended in the air like a starship,
who built it way out in the sticks?
Surely the location was by design;
A haven for Gulf coast runaways;
Four walls of incoherent ramblings
as a diary hid buried with the answers.
Please dead head those rose buds
and cut down on the verdant weeds
Turn 20 again
let your opinions still count
stop being a shrinking violet
you have wisdom to share
All our times loitered away
Some see temps secret path
I'd rather give you Channel 5 parfum
Then we will see all the nice things
As we value our overgrown garden again
Recently in my dream
a wild pigeon flew inside my house
landed on the corridor and
turning into a baby
came toddling to me.
I lifted him,held in my arms
and loitered here and there.
I asked , “Dear,
when will you turn again into a bird ? “
But before listening his reply
I woke up from sleep.
It was five morning ,
chirping of the birds heard
three wild pigeons walking
on the courtyard .
I have some fruit trees growing
at the backward and courtyard
of my house
on which they usually perch.
I am to venture as mass of cloud
loaded with water vapor compressed
dense dark about to burst.
Me in deep dolor
burdened with tears suppressed
hidden under hard crust of heart
I know the cloud to release its grief pouring showers.
My pain pricking piercing heart condensed to freeze.
Since long I loitered as aimless cloud.
At last allowed frozen heart to melt
letting teardrops to flow in flood.
At end, my gloom to bloom moistened with beauty of sadness,
as rain-soaked blossoms.
The empty ring finger
Is to be filled in next few days
Symbol of our new life
Dreams that two pair of eyes
Have seen since a year
Wishing on countless stars
A promise to be together forever
On our every tomorrows
Unwaveringly ,come crests or thin air
We shall paint our each day
With colour of our love
Walking holding hands beneath evening red sun
We will share all undisturbed stares
All ineffable words that loitered in our tied tongues
I often touch my ring finger
And smile on my own
Quick happenings of events
As miracles drawn from heavens
And so it begins
Our beautiful much awaited married life
12/02/2019
In an English Man's arms she was introduced to Christ; the young princess of Aztec.
Under the warmth of his breath she was told the story of the Manger.
She thought she understood the tale, completely.
Yes, so she thought.
For as long as the blue, flickering eyes of John Smith gnawed into hers, every tale became
Tales of Love.
She did not understand the philosophy
But she knew the very concept of Christmas, Love.
On her first Christmas, Pocahontas
Stood under a Maple tree on a misty mountain.
She gazed afar off into Virginia.
Her love had travelled to England.
Her maids loitered behind her.
Pocahontas missed the teaching session from the bible,
On her first Christmas.
And yet upon the mountain she stood contemplating Love,
The true significance of Christmas.
Even her first Christmas was lofty as it was divine;
The young princess of Aztec.
In Ranks Did Discover Dissension
While mumbling about then did mention,
Ended up going to a Trump convention;
Many had loitered;
Then reconnoitered;
In ranks we did discover much dissension.
Jim Horn
Little Miss Muffet
" Fair damsel loitered, arachnoid annoyed her."
Jack Be Nimble
" Avoid yon flambeau with agile gambol."
Mary Had A Little Lamb
" Pet with positive valence kept mistress under
surveillance."
Mary Mary Quite Contrary
" Pugnacious female with botanical care hast thou made
right everything that's there?"
There Was An Old Woman Who Lived In A Shoe
" Octogenarian with surfeit of progeny indwelt a brogan
in a state of monogamy."
Jack Sprat
"Carbohydrates and sinew are on this pair's menu."
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