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My Dearest Only Beloved , L E N O R E Will You M A R R Y me
ALWAYS--Pause--FOREVER--Pause-- E T E R N I T Y
Y E S !! ALWAYS, FOREVER, ETERNITY_ I Will be YOUR WIFE
My “ MOM’S “ backyard through the trellis of White Gardenias
Down the aisle of Bouquet of Roses, Bouquets of all Flowers of LOVE
Do YOU take this Woman as YOUR WIFE FOREVER “ I DO “
Daddy wants us to MARRY on a Cruise Ship on the Caribbean Sea
Trellis of Gardenias, the Aisle of Bouquets : the top deck of a PRINCESS
The Golden Sun Mirrored off the Glistening , smooth Caribbean Waters
Captain in his Dress Whites; at high noon; I pronounce YOU Man and Wife
Life Mates from this EVERLASTING DAY through the Ages of ETERNITY
One Life Always, One HEARTBEAT FOREVER, One ETERNAL LOVE
At the corner of King and Far West Street
A newly arrived German family
They'd given birth to one
We were twelve or thereabout
I saw her in twilight of Hit Parade on radio Belize
I'd just walked barefoot from my yard
Never made it to Jim, the grocer next door.
I was face to face with newness of life
Eyes like a pussy cat, she pulled me
Half devoured me with her embrace
She squeezed as if to savor joy
I was pissed she dared to seize me
Caught me off guard
I smelled the smell of evening rose, but
Could not chase the fog that vied for her warmth
I knew not the color of friendship
Dark chocolate, white hands
Blues by the Caribbean Sea.
*
I awoke early that morning as Venus is fading from dawn's sky.
Watching sun rays skate upon the mirror of ripples,gently flowing by.
On the deck of a Princess ship, suspended between the Heaven and the sea.
The mirage of a double Sunrise,as the sun shone upon itself and me.
Today is the day I say "I DO", take thee as my Wife: for the Eons of Eternity.
Bible in hand, the captain stands in Dress Whites, as does his loyal crew.
Arm and arm with daddy,as he gives her unto me; to start a life of Love anew.
Her emerald eyes try hiding behind a transparent Pure White vail; only to fail
Her auburn hair is dancing below her shapely hips: I long to kiss her Rosa lips
Do YOU take this woman"Lenore Ellen Adams" as Your Always and Forever Wife.
I Do echos across the Caribbean Sea. I Do reverberates in the bright Blue sky. "I DO"
Inspired by Dan Kearley's Contest :"One Of Your Greatest Days
Dedicated in Loving Memory of "My LIFE, My LOVE, My FOREVER, MY WIFE
"Lenore Ellen (Adams) Johnson - Nov. 4, 1951 - August 25, 1971
Saturday afternoon
The wind blew hard this afternoon in Cascais
whirls of dry soil, the dust, smarted eyes
Not much fun walking around doing nothing
looking into shop windows of expensive dresses
A barber shop was still open, and a barber with
scissors in his hand looked haughty, challenging
me to enter, oh, no, my man, my wife cuts my hair
I hate having a haircut, a few strands of hair left
on my scalp, may not grow back.
Horses turn their back to the wind, and I had to
face the blast going home.
I sat on the terrace, looking at the sea that
was greenish today; I don’t look at the ocean
often having seen the sea until tedium
while waiting for the potatoes to boil.
But I do remember the Caribbean Sea, with
a dulcet smile.
The Daffodil, peeks at the yellow rays of the Morning Sun
She raises her head :through the withering snow mound : with Dazzling Beauty
The Daffodil , Sings in harmony; Arise for I am : the Spring
The Golden weed, the Dandelion , reflects the yellow Halo Floating in the Sky
Knowing Life is short ,the Dandelion dots the Summer landscape
With Her Halo turning White, She calls the Wind and flies through the rays of the Sun
Goldenrod waits until summer is nigh o’er before waving elegantly
To the Yellow orb, warming her roots, She melodiously Sings Forever be Your Glory
The Goldenrod , humbly Hums Hymns : to the very Eye of a Loving GOD
Yellow Roses speak of the Memories : “watching the grass “Sportsman’s WAVE””
She sees the Glory of Nature : more Beautiful with each Magnificent : Sunrise
Yellow Roses, petals so Silky Soft, holding in “ Remembrance “ a long Lost “ LOVE “
The “ AquaRose “ that Grows, in the deep Caribbean Sea “4 miles North of Aruba”
Screams For the Sun, from her watery Grave, Yet she shines in a sea of “ Sapphire
" Blue "
The Depth of the “Blue sea, the Blue Sky above” Shadow the glow of Sweet
" Sunshine "
Inspired by the Contest : " Flowers " : Sponsored by Francine Roberts
Dedicated To my LOVES : " Barbara Jean " & " Lenore Ellen "
Author's Note : I Hope this is Read the way it was Written
YOUR Liege ALWAYS, LOVE : HGarvey Daniel Esquire
7th Place win
July burns bright in a sky of hot gold,
While the story of summer begins to unfold.
The sun climbs the heavens in blinding white fire,
And hearts beat in time with a joyous desire.
We gather outside on the emerald lawn,
With buckets of water brought out at the dawn,
And pure white cotton, like clouds in the blue,
Awaiting the magic of color and hue.
The folding begins with a reverent grace,
A spiral spun tight in a sacred embrace.
We pinch the soft cloth at the very sweet core,
And twist it around on the sun-baked floor,
Like galaxies spinning in deep starry night,
Secured by the grip of the rubber bands tight.
Or lines made in zigzags, a mountain and stream,
A canvas prepared for a psychedelic dream.
Then come the bright bottles, like jewels in the sun,
Where pigments of magic are ready and run.
The Fuchsia leaps out like a tropical flower,
A burst of hot passion, a midsummer power.
And Turquoise pours down like a Caribbean sea,
As deep and as wild as a soul running free.
Bright Lemon crashes in like a ray from the height,
To drench all the dark in a glorious light.
With Violet shadows and Tangerine blaze,
We paint the fierce pulse of these long summer days.
The liquid sinks deep through the fibers and threads,
As vibrant as poppies in garden-row beds.
It stains our own fingers with colors of joy,
A playful design that no time can destroy.
We wrap them in plastic and leave them to rest,
To dream in the heat while the noon is at best,
While cicadas hum loud in the sycamore trees,
And sweet heavy scents ride the slow-moving breeze.
At last comes the rinsing, the glorious birth,
As water runs clear from the salts of the earth.
The white cloth is gone, and the miracle stays—
A rainbow uncurled from the summer’s hot haze.
We hang them to dry on a line by the shed,
Where banners of ruby and sapphire are spread.
They flutter and snap in the soft afternoon,
Beneath the pale ghost of the midsummer moon.
And wearing these shirts when the twilight is cool,
By edges of woods or a clear gravel pool,
We carry the fire of July on our chest,
The vivid expression of what we love best.
A riot of joy in a world overcast,
A moment of magic we wish would last fast.
For tie-dye in July is more than a hue—
It’s wearing the soul when the world is made new.
How did a decent lady like me end up here, anyway?
The only girl aboard a ship of unsavory men.
The last thing I remember was sipping a glass of wine in a tavern.
Then, when I awoke, I was at sea,
on a vessel, and surrounded by pirates.
Shanghai'd, I think they call it.
For what purpose, I do not even want to think about.
However, I found that out rather quickly.
Then, I learned something else.
A sharp cutlass and a loaded pistol are a girl's best friend.
I am hardly the damsel in distress, for I can take care of myself.
There is one thing on board this ship
that I do not mind thinking about.
The captain, or so he calls himself.
My gaze often finds him, though his never finds me.
Only when he is giving me orders.
I have been entrusted with the helm of this vessel.
While he stares off into the waters of the Caribbean Sea.
Perhaps, planning our next heading.
The seas are strangely calm at the end of this day.
The sun is half way sunken below the horizon,
making the usual aqua-blue waters glow a golden-orange.
I stare into the dark eyes of my pirate captain,
they reflect the sunset, and shine like the gold of a doubloon.
His eyes are a lost treasure that I hope will find me.
I would trade all of the hidden treasures in the seven seas,
just for one look of those eyes.
Rubies, rare pearls, sapphires,
even gold cannot entice me more.
I leave the ship's wheel to make my way
down the wooden steps to the empty deck.
And, I ask him if he has our next route mapped out.
The captain leans against the ship's rails,
looking down as if contemplating.
He slowly turns his head,
and looks up at me with those enchanting eyes.
Then, he gives me that mischievous half-smile....
TULUM
a fortress on the cliffs,
smiles down
at the paradisaical
Riviera Maya.
iguanas, reside in ruins,
overlooking
the Caribbean sea,
sitting pretty
for photographs.
long gone from old world -
sacrifice and fear,
Mayan riches and power,
of Playa del Carmen.
iguanas rest, play
tourist peek-a-boo,
never give thought nor sorrow,
to the people of yesteryear.
we don’t fear their reptile existence,
their abundance,
nor daunting size,
perched upon impressive buildings -
an ancient city of life and death,
good and bad,
repainted by the critical sun.
Kim Rodrigues © 2017
as the sky lids peel back, my lovely twitters in back-
yard, a lovely swoon of spoken word. hoping the
circles of your eyes will be bluer than the Caribbean sea.
will you? Will you please...me? The song continues,
true magic ripples...my ears awaken to your tune.
pink sky, no steal, no thievery of swank. be-a-u-
tify and mystify my burgeoning imagination, will you?
slender branches with no leaves, like a pen and ink
drawing pull into view. i can almost preen the silky sheet,
the blandest pink...am i drinking the cool aid? Winter
blues, steel shoes, no flurry fodder of snowy white -
this girl needs a lift of snowiness, not business as usual
like a calendar flippantly flipping page after page, ignoring
its seasonal duties. will I feel the hot breath of the sun,
seething teeth of Spring that runs into Summer or gentle
dandelion seeds that sail and land on verdant grass,
refreshment of lemonade and a blanket blending with
the holiday of artist’s plaid,
bucolic land breathing life into lungs.
such lack of seasonal imagination
leads one to wonder and wander.
keep singing, my darling,
sweet nothings in my ear.
i shall dream and dream some more.
2/3/2020
I was asleep, when out of the Deep; She came back to me
There in my room, I saw Aqua Rose Bloom again; for me
My Heart Leapt, as I slept; in the agony of Ancient: Memory
Salty Tears, relieves my Fears as the warmth of Caribbean Sea
Splashes over me
My Heart beating fast, as it did in the past. In a Passionate Dream
My Heartbeat my Life, My Eternity; my WIFE: alive in my Dream
Eye to eye we talk, hand in hand we walk on the full moon’s Beam
Life’s secrets to tell, Death’s history in Hell, makes me want to Scream
Remind me it’s only a Dream
“My Dearest Most Only BeLOVEd, Harry :Your LOVE for me so sweet
Daddy’s here today, I want to say I was going to tell you in our Bridal suite
On Our Everlasting Day : to begin our future, HGarvey ? Joanne Naomi?
She has Hazel Eyes, my long Auburn hair. asking : Where is Daddy; WHERE?”
“SON, I want You to Know, I could see her “ Motherly Glow “
The Pride in her eyes, the most highly Grand prize, for You
I made a vow, not to tell You : “ LENORE wanted to “Glow “”
Lenore stands near, whispers in my ear “ Congratulations DADDY
Inspired by the Last Will and Testament of : “Robert Joseph Adams”
Dedicated in LOVING Memory of my Father-in Law “ Robert Joseph Adams”