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Pavement cafe, nine fifteen cradling a coffee (as you do)
from my left the china doll with clicking heels strode into view.
Tempting lips kissy-kissed with crimson, cheeks caressed
with blush, and poreless,
painful teasing made those scimitars for eyebrows nigh on flawless.
Hair of sunlit copper billowed like an Eton teacher's gown,
open trench coat followed suit as china hurried into town.
Head turned sideways, in each shop window she looked at her reflection
checking for the slightest hint of any sort of imperfection.
So wrapped up in herself, my my, how deep self worship had bit you
that you didn't see the lamp post until suddenly it hit you-
walked straight into it with quite a clang at such a rapid pace
recoiled, lurched back, bewildered- it was then I saw her face.
The laughter from the passers-by just made it even worse
as, shaking, she sat down near me and fumbled in her purse.
Tearful now,still reeling from her public humiliation
she got the make-up mirror out for damage limitation.
Haughtiness gone, the facade broken sat lovely Amanda,
legs like a flamingo but her right eye like a Panda.
I wish I was asked this question when I was five years old
For it's a question I would have answered as my words unfold
This never happened yesterday, it was way back, 1966
What made our neighbour decide, to ignite his floorboards sticks
Our whole house woke in panic, smoke billowed everywhere
Into the darkness we stared, at five years old and scared
Thoughts running through my head, confused in a darkening world
Then suddenly I could see, my vision became un-blurred
What I took I couldn't grab, for it was already a part of me
For I, I took myself, and thanked my eyes to see
But going back to the original question, just what would I grab
It would have been an image of my brother, he was seven, and he was fab
Easy to get lifted up
billowed out on the wonder
of it all,
the manifest beauty, the panorama
of nature’s splendor.
Easy also to ignore
a single termite’s latent ability
to consume mighty mansions,
or the flood and glut of plenty
to strip away the flourishing
along with the withered.
See that little infant
toddling barefoot through sweet grass,
plump little feet
moving to their own crazy rhythms,
how like playful Shiva’s dance it seems
as He crushes meadow buttercups
to ignite cosmic suns!
See that tiger glowing bright
in the blind fathoms of a starless night?
That is your own hungry heart
knowing
that you alone
are your own chosen
prey.
When the Earth burns too bright
it is the fire in your blood,
that see’s beyond right or wrong,
destruction and creation.
Such visioning
is far beyond rapture.
We cannot tame a raging storm, so with patience,
we must wait for the calm. ~ by poet
The balmy afternoon had been fulgent and warm
Until darkness foreshadowed an approaching storm
Wailing winds of the nor'easter would soon cause grief
damaging fragile coral growth upon the reef
Leaden clouds encroached and shrouded the gloomy day
The aura changed from gold to hue of graphite gray
It seemed as if an eclipse turned day into night
as feathered wings rose in unison to take flight
Thunder's billowed breath blew across the ocean's waves
as if the tempest was demanding what it craves
Atmosphere grew heavy with each powerful roar
White caps rushed with clangor against the sandy shore
With vengeance, the storm hurled jagged lightening strikes
Split second flashes that resembled silver spikes
* * *
Then, the deluge rained like arrows, sharp as metal
That would've wounded men like a stinging nettle
The monsoon swept overland, clear across the dunes
on zephyr winds that howled diabolical tunes
The storm seethed with a furor that was unsuppressed
leaving the seaside landscape despoiled and distressed
Battered by ferocious weather that was to blame
Nature's forces can be impossible to tame
Finally, squalls dwindled and waves no longer surged
Glowing rays of sunlight defiantly emerged
And so the storm came with raging temper to vent,
pillaged treasures from the sea. Yes, it came and went
It was quite a balmy evening, fulgent and warm
Upon the beach seashells lie, displaced by the storm
I am the wind-blown falcon hanging high above the bending pines
with olives ranked upon the rocks and crags, deep shadowed in the steep inclines.
Hung high and braced against clear air my quivered pinions hold me there
above the dome and whitewashed walls and bell tower on the Puig de Missa.
And then I swing with windsweep flow to hide from men my mastered show
while summer's midday heat shimmers over billowed sails and distant crystal sea.
And man reposed makes his retreat to dine in lower comfort seat below a wind-flapped canopy, cooler breezed and heavy eyed, at ease, while I again compose my hanging glide with searching eyes that see his close, I see it all below me.
"Conversation with the wind, theme #5."
Wind, will you whisper softly
murmuring low as you blow
lifting the birdies on your currents
swaying the wildflowers in the meadow
very soon, my darling girl
Wind, oh why are you angry
blowing my long curls here and there
whistling down the lane
bringing with you rain
it is spring, my darling girl
Wind, can I soothe you today
I want to plant my hanging baskets
and you are twirling and whirling them
I think you are playing a game
will settle down, my darling girl
Wind, today I went sailing
and you filled my sails with love
they billowed and cracked joyfully
as I drifted on the aqua sea
happy to help, my darling girl
Fire destroyed my childhood home one dark night,
Inside were all my precious girly things;
Raging, devouring gold flames billowed bright,
Everything gone- I wish dolly had wings.
It was a roaring hellish inferno,
The hot searing flames were unquenchable;
Our home was an erupting volcano,
The red sea of fire was insatiable
My father said there was nothing to save,
We wistfully looked at the charred embers;
I was crying and mother said- be brave,
Sadly, my memory still remembers.
Trees and remnants still glowed orange with heat,
And we just stood there- silent on the street.
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April 19, 2016
Poetry/Sonnet/Fire
Copyright Protected, ID 16-780-598-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, Elements Part 4: Fire
sponsor, Brian Davey
First Place
There, a quaint trattoria was near
We chose some bagels, sharp cheese and beer.
The waitress told us of a fine beach
Indeed it was quite within our reach.
Found the shore, the sea was calm that day.
It won't be easy to go away.
The yellow sand wet and clean, barefoot
We must never stumble nor stay put.
So many seashells adorned this place.
"I'll make you a necklace with true grace."
The sea billowed softly in and out
Should we have a swim or do you doubt?
We'll surf and dive beneath the deep waves
Search for some forgotten coral caves.
At last, we decided to leave for home.
Satisfied of our wandering roam.
Simple acts of kindness
Can turn the world around;
From dull and gray with little to say
To something far more profound.
The touch of a hand says, “I understand
The pain you must be feeling.
I’m here by your side
Even when you can’t hide
From all life’s difficult dealings.”
A telephone ring can make a soul sing
And dance by the light of the moon;
Unexpected measures are priceless treasures,
Anyone will do.
A card in the mail like billowed sails
Of a ship on open seas;
Can make new friends all over again
Despite endless miles between.
A simple act of kindness
A smile, a look or a song;
Can make life more bearable
And right some hurtful wrongs.
Uplifting gestures of humanity
Cut across party lines;
No one has a monopoly it seems,
On the goodness in hearts and minds.
One simple act of kindness
No matter when or where,
Can change a soul from cold steel to gold
By saying that we care.
I Will Never Forget
“This photograph brings back memories of a moment I will never forget…”
It was a beautiful September morning,
blue skies and not a cloud in sight;
a Tuesday morning and the city was beaming with life,
but at exactly 8:46, a moment that
I will never forget…
an explosion that rocked the world.
At 9:03, a second explosion
as another plane slams into the South tower.
Clouds of black smoke billowed from the buildings
as the onlookers watched in disbelief.
I will never forget...
as I watched the events unfold on television.
The moments that followed were utter chaos in the city;
police and firefighters responding to the emergency
as people tried to flee the terror and destruction.
I will never forget…
at 9:59 the towers, and our world as we knew it,
came tumbling down.
September 15, 2019