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A Tango on the Lake
When Hooded Grebe are wooing a mate
Magic’s made in tangoes on the lake
Lovebirds perform synchronised in tune
Bewitched beneath a bedazzling moon.
It’s a wonderful courtship display
Where intricate movements come to play
They rise above swaying cheek to cheek
Afore spinning round in ecstasy.
Stretching their necks as they pirouette
Head wagging when dancing breast to breast
In harmonious amorous moves
That show they’re eager and in the groove.
A theatrical exhibition
Igniting the flame of their mission
Tango danced in ardent fettle
Worthy of winning a gold medal.
It’s inspiring what Hooded Grebe do
In a dance of devotion for two
Lovebirds mysterious alchemy
Procuring tango naturally.
30th October 2021
Upon a glorious night
A burning fire lit upon my unrented spine
Deafened by fleeting sight
I flee the home that never was quite mine
Crushed in garish fight
Within the corridor I dare to flee
Blinded by his might
While all the sad spirits return to me
Oh Tempest, you blow in me hope
Of sorrow more true than any other light
Oh Tempest that guides my departed
To your soul so bright
Rejoining each of us—the broken-hearted
Upon that vaporous eve
Enclosed in bond beyond mortal grief
Lost to the foggy reef
The fog that so lingers in these glistening eyes
That vapor drew me near
Bedazzling more than the moonlit mirror
To where I see him fly
Twas a heart-reaching place I always fear
Oh Tempest, you blow in me hope
Of sorrow more true than any other light
Oh Tempest that guides my departed
To your soul so bright
Rejoining each of us—the broken-hearted
Between the beat of my breast
A heart that beats only for him
He slumbers in the clouds
The clouds that pour my poignant prose
Beyond the darkened seas
The wind does carry the scent of his bequest
Within the folding of the storm I cease to rest
Oh Tempest, you blow in me hope
Of sorrow more true than any other light
Oh Tempest that guides my departed
To your soul so bright
Rejoining each of us—the broken-hearted
To him my sorrows lay
And fall into the arms of strangers' trembling spine
As light and pain fall gray
Twas there they grayed and blended with the rain
Twas there they grayed and blended with the rain
Twas there they grayed and blended with the rain
bohemian rhapsody parades
amidst greensward moored
erupting profusely toward cerulean skies
ushered with invisible rip cord
this Earthling self assigned to an (elder)
box office catbird seat - hoard
ding a secluded nook
upon premises of Highland (highly adored)
Manor Apartments nestled
within bucolic (cost wise, a ford
double) Schwenksville, Pennsylvania
(40.2562° N, 75.4638° W) explored,
sans (founded in 1684)
pleasantly assaultive stimuli
conducted brake upon metaphysical ratiocination,
where sunshine poured
upon variegated mother nature
arrangement, viz spectacular
vernal suite scored
a top ten hit orchestrating
exquisite (August) May day presentation,
which mutely roared
bedazzling this sensate
being overwriting gourd
fully stocked, when brittle
winter snowy firmament forced accord,
asper overlaying habitat
palimpsest akin to (sic) ward
before an a may zing exuberant poly
chromatic onset splashed vibrant
brilliantly colored palette, toward
this captive observer,
where choral symphony courtesy of flora
and fauna sensational
encore performance
(day at the) opera captivated ensured
fixated this tethered primate royally
impressed and allured
by aural and visual
regalia fit for a lord
and tailor, while solar orbitz
directed by Helios,
whose journey across
deep purple celestial sea deplored
noiselessly casting lengthened shadows
signaling luminous hued dusk
chariots of fire earthly domed ceiling ablaze
pearl jam disappearance,
when daylight blinks adieu
til the morrow, when dawn
betakes the reins to reign cosmos chose
zing emergent rays announcing
morning haz broken
nudging, prodding, rousing from doze
well rested body electric,
where energy flows
as attested from me noggin glows
nsync, sans panoply
of soundgarden crescendo propose
zing ideal material sharing circadian rhythm
thru the time stream yours truly rows.
In my dreams all I can dream of
Is of you
Your bedazzling eyes
Your perfect smile
How your hair can fall to the side
Yet still look perfect
But I doubt that I was ever once in your dreams
Or once in your mind
When you broke me first.
Sometimes at night
I’ll glance at my phone
Hoping for a message from you
Even a simple hello would do
To know you felt the same about me
The way I do about you
Sometimes I have the desire
To think that you’d look at me
The way I look at you
Could you tell me, where’d you get the nerve?
You bring joy to me
When you choose to notice me
Yet an even stronger feeling
Of sorrow overpowers that joy
As I realize I will never be yours
And you will never been mine
There’s two kinds of love
The kind where both love one another
And the other
Where only one loves
And the other doesn’t feel anything for her
Just as a friend
And even with the world as one
The stars don’t collide
The universe still as large as I can remember
We could never coexist because
You’d never look at me the way you look at her
I can dream for as long as I want
Wishing for a happy ever after
But when the sun rises and the truth sets in
There’s no future for us
You broke me first.
Bring on September. Sunshine still lingers.
Down from its azure sky,
Sun runs long fingers
over gold fields while sun’s lovers sigh
knowing the affair is ended. Summertime, bye bye.
Bring on October. How cool is its breeze.
Poets sing praises most beautifully
for the bright hues bedazzling trees.
Pumpkins on porches lend festivity
as kids trick-or-treating scurry with glee.
Bring on November. Days now grow cold.
Older now, Autumn is wearing a shawl.
However, before the winter takes hold,
families gather to give thanks for all -
for all God has blessed us with; bring on fall.
Oct. 6, 2018
Used this time for the Autumn Poetry Contest of Francine Roberts
I Netted Mosquito Magic ™
(near microscopic totally tubular proboscis
gave one local bummer, a bloody respite this
summer, hence....aye goot good wry min
reason tubby a tuneful hummer.)
No sooner than getting
weltanschauung after getting bit
from female blood-sucking insect,
(which critters actually
considered little lord of the flies
comprise family culicidae)
a most amazing
extraordinaire inoculated me
with short lived surprise talent,
which got this
American male infected
with three hundred seconds
of super human impeccable skill
short-lived feat found
body, mind or spirit
capable to transcend natural
limits of usual abilities,
infusing this ordinary guy
with an unpredictable
supreme titillating, stupefying,
resounding, hair-raising, glorifying,
fleeting, entertaining,
daunting, catapulting, bedazzling,
amazing stints possessing,
thy being from invisible source
thence when expending said
burst of tremendous spurt,
per awesome bout of mental,
physical or spiritual bags of tricks
eclipsing mortal prowess
with stratospheric wow
fear less factor
ultimate fatigue found
this bloke supine
and unable to summon forth
one iota of strength.
On Reading Bertrand Russell --
A History of Western Philosophy
copyright date 1945
Trenchant treatise purchased
August 25th, 2020
at Limerick Chapel Book Sale
(in Church gym)
offered old library books
cost 25 cents apiece.
Musty tome
seventy five years out of print
found welcome home
nevertheless mine brown
myopic eyes eagerly roam
affixing knowledge
within fifty plus shades
double fisted size
gray matter with cerebral dome.
Aging long haired pencil necked geek
said storied author I effusively bespeak,
his whose pedantic trademark style
revered analogous to beholding
resplendent riches property
of selfless sheikh.
Impossible mission to describe
intoxicating sensation when
yours truly doth imbibe
superfluous words cannot oversubscribe
most august emotional vibe.
Though agog where euphoria doth alight
each word, sentence, paragraph...
metaphorical tasty bite
read outloud with deliberate delight
(tis akin to kid in candy store)
senses luxuriate across
elapsed millenniums excite
genuine fanciful flight
comfortably numbskull buzzfeeding
until time for goodnight
becoming learned about height
civilizations flourished
food for thought insight
bedazzling mental receptors
as if fingers fondle jadeite
perhaps carved as
chess piece (think) knight
phosphorescence generating light
emanating courtesy enthusiasm
powered thru awesome might
thru simple pleasure reading
me oblivious to approach of night
ever since boyhood reveled within world
printed pages poured splendor
(worth more than fine spun gold) outright
dependable catharsis to ameliorate
most any psychological plight
strong medicine agreeable with
garden variety generic bookworm quite
now if ye will please pardon me
aye venture to experience
remote contra dancing right
fully ceased going since coronavirus (COVID-19),
if curious just access
https://www.thursdaycontra.com/
virtualDance.html website.
Charlie and Caren at the Thanksgiving parade
Eyes pop, agog at the wonderous cavalcade
The bedazzling queen
Of the rodeo scene
Wearing crimson of Curiously clashing shades
More Characters come - a mesmerizing mermaid
Her tail, twisted teal on aqua brocade
Long seaweed hair is keen
To adorn with sardines
A Cartoon come to life in a costume home-made
The final platoon's music arrives to invade
With brass horn harmony ringing, perfect pitch played
The high school bands Careen
'Round horses plops o'green
Marching in step to honor turkey day's Crusade.
11/24/18
for Charlie's Cartoon...contest
sponsored by Caren Krutsinger
Arm piece;
Piece of glamor;
A bedazzling jewel.
Parade of fancy flesh.
Kind to his eyes.
Soft to his touch.
Mindless merchandise
Fallen breast.
Eyes swollen;
Damaged by
Reckless owner.
Invested in the flesh.
He has stashed away
Yesterday’s
Pleasures
numerically.
Stored
in backroom boxes
Of subfuscous
treasures.
Women
Tucked away
As for yesterday’s booty.
Serves now but as an
Unattractive prize;
Weighed with eyes’.
and lustful hearts.
For her, no fresh start.
Ahh!, but for him
New glitter sachets;
As she parades
In her fine attire.
She has appealed
to his recent desires.
Maids and maidens’
He added them;
Subtracted, them
From the human collection.
Once attractive royalty,;
No longer appealing.
Pleasures weighed
By false measures.
Determined by a heart,
“wholly without loyalty”.
whose fault?
I say…
“Her fault totally”.
FAIRIES IN THE EVENTIDE
Scented little pillows
filled with little seeds.
A fairy makes quite a fuss,
fingers like dust ~ pulling &
lusting for the aromatherapy.
Like a jeweled mosquito, she won’t let go.
~ I ultimately let her fly ~
Now she’s gained the coveted prize.
“Mmm, ahh,” she says, then sneezes,
flutters away with her lighthearted squeeze.
Pesky little fairies now bother me in the eventide ~
with wings of diamond, emerald, and sapphire.
They twinkle past my eyes, like precious dust,
Bedazzling me, begging me to sew a sachet.
Jealous little gypsies, they are, currying favor,
prodding my gigantic fingers to sew.
I’m quite tired by morning light, and it all seems
an annoying dream, except for lingering stardust.
Kim Rodrigues © 2017