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We met one summer evening
On a golden sandy dune.
There was something wonderful and sublime,
Something magical and spellbinding,
Infiltrating in the air that night,
As stars shone brightly high above,
Shining for you and me
Especially for you and me.
Our friends were singing merrily,
Infectious love was all around.
There, on a spit, a piglet
Was slowly spicy barbequed.
The fire roared and spluttered
While fat dripped on its fiery flames.
It was a time propitious
For mad mid-summer dreams,
So we drank our lovely Chardonnay,
And nibbled luscious roasted ribs.
We exchanged jokes and reminisces,
Laughed all night long
You and me.
At last we left together
Shoeless strolled upon the sand.
Around was moon-lit and serene.
The swell of the sea supplied a lullaby,
Euphoria filled our mien.
I closed my eyes in ecstasy:
Heard your captivating laugh.
There in a desolate sandy beach
Away from prying eyes,
We knelt down, touching our hands,
Sweaty palms against each other.
I looked into your azure eyes,
Saw the vast calm ocean
With moonlight shimmering brightly.
I smelled your perfumed skin,
Felt your lips caress my cheeks:
Waves rolled softly towards the beach
In a splendid harmony.
Was this a pleasant fairytale?
Was it an infinite dream?
Each and every night this
i pray before i wake
I find in me the word's to write
The poem i wish and dreamed
i always would
That when and once it was
read by every single reader
They then believe that it was
somehow written especially
just for them
That they can turn to when they
are at their lowest ebb , friend's
are few and darkness closes in
Word's that dose like opioid
medication to alleviate all of
their innermost distress , suffering
and pain
Until the demons cascading
freelance through their thoughts
are able to be caught just in time
So that they can summon up
the strength to exercise dormant
facial muscles so as to extrapolate
a smile
That the many other people's
lives that they unknowingly
have come to touch
Have also come to rely on in
order to get them and help them
throughout their day as well
As to some their infectious
smile pleasant manner and
elevating demeanour
Is in part the substance and
the content of aforementioned
poem
I only hope and pray one fine
day before i die i find myself
awakening
Truly to be blessed with the
divine inspiration in order
for me to be enabled to
Express these heartfelt
thoughtful word's in some
poetic form
That will do and treat the
subject matter with
the respect and justice it so
deserves
And hopefully in doing so
somehow heal 2 hearts
with a 1 single verse
For anyone and everyone who
cares enough to take the time
to read it
On a day filled with autumn sunshine
With colours so vividly displayed
Painting a rich picture in texture and colour
Stately pines, towering cliffs, a palisade
Mother Nature's proudest achievements
Unmatched by any on man's canvas
Colours so rich, with so varied a palette
A picture of serenity so infectious
Absolute beauty that lasts too short a while
But returns same time each year
This ravishing beauty, nature's crowning glory
The sight can bring one to tears
Dear Mother Nature in all of it's glory
That time of the year when we gasp
Basking in the magical colours of autumn
Revelling in it's splendour so vast
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A spiritual woman, poet extraordinaire,
Just try one of her contests, if you dare,
A mentor of new poets, leader of old,
If you win first prize, consider it gold.
Her smile is infectious, her ideas sing,
Part of this family, she’s the Poetry Soup bling.
Her contests are tough, really makes you think,
Stand and Heat topics, well poems won’t stink
May you be with us for many, many more years,
Continuing to bring us laughter and some tears,
The world is better place with you, Debbie dear,
Wishing you the Happy Birthday, I’m very sincere.
Written September 24, 2012
For Debbie Guzzi’s contest
Birthday verse
The joy that other people possess
Is well within our reach
We're all made up of similar stuff
I'm sure you've heard this speech
Well my friends, in my experience
It's a true and a provable fact
The more you look on the bright side
The more positive people react
They observe your sunny disposition
Wish they could feel that way too
It really doesn't take a lot of effort
Positive thinking rubs off on you
Picture all that is right with the world
Of the things that you possess
Don't concentrate on all the negatives
That will only cause you stress
Happiness is quite an infectious thing
Belt out an old good times song
Sooner or later, believe me, good folks
People will start singing along
It's really the power of positive thinking
Happy always wins in the end
It's a human thing, we're born to laugh
So chuckle yourself silly, my friends
The naked skyline falls into a quiet darkness,
slick sidewalks and flickering street lights bid farewell
as I enter the elevator to her loft, fifth floor
My day was long, but worth it, she makes it worth it
The hallway is silent… I knock lightly, no answer,
letting myself in I see her through the open glass doors
I let her hear my footsteps…
a slow drizzle shimmers on the big city
Her perfume tempts my senses as she
peers from the balcony’s iron rail
into the vast cavern of sleeping buildings…
like a rose petal hourglass
She feels me…closer…her black dress and red heels
against the dark backdrop of
dreary skies silhouette her beauty,
she is a poem waiting to be read,
a song you can’t get out of your head
or would want to
I place my arms about her waist,
she turns, moist ruby lips infectious,
eyes hiding her story find mine,
the rain falling like diamond tear drops
decorates her cheeks as she smiles
and my heart is flooded with light
We embrace, a deep passionate kiss,
locked in haunting silence
speaking louder than any words,
all that was cold becomes warm
as moisture seeps, dampening my skin,
and I don’t care
She is what love is…
a hot cup of coffee on a cold winter day,
a cool breeze in the middle of August,
a beautiful delicate flower
blooming from a crack in the asphalt
on that long, endless highway of life…and she is mine
Masquerading neath bitter angst,
nobody loves this neurotic
Sympathize—empathize with me
pleading, bleeding, but no one listens
Though, pleasing is the clown
with Infectious Grooves
with an unbridled force of his own inertia
with Suicidal Tendencies
Led headed, heavy metals
P-o-i-s-o-n-i-n-G
‘Round goes a captive carousel
along with a frightened knight
Riding in his demented, distorted cell
donning his showy suit of armor
Skewed—an unnatural high—mortified
when in a—sunken low
blending in, the psyche trips
Blood red smears quivering lips
Cobalt blue on the eyes
transparent tears cake-up
Pearly white covers sallow skin
Makeup camouflages a face
invisible, leaving no trace
of what’s real and what’s not
Can’t hide, hide, hide!
Though smiling wide
the tears of a clown,
jagged, razor sharp
Like daggers reaching out
digging deeply into his enemies heart,
through the voices that Kiss
distant noises, don’t you dread?
Audioslave ~ release what emerges,
cease the rollercoasting, ride the waves
Tension strapped around your neck,
an Iron Maiden's necklace bounds, drowns
Lost tormented soul
still, desperation painted black
reeks in perspiration
Perform! In Central Park
He who has no options,
in dismay
One will love
One will hate
One can play
with his, Madness
Hunted, gathered,
Now, humans reign,
Produce emissions -
CO2, methane,
Absorbing heat,
Driving storms,
Breaking all the
Climate norms.
Glaciers retreat,
Ice declines,
Ecosystems
Intertwine.
Coral reefs die as
Tipping points are crossed -
Mass extinctions,
Thawing permafrost.
Collapsing currents,
Can't count on
The rainforests of
The Amazon.
Infectious diseases,
Food and water scarce,
Should have honored
Agreement of Paris.
That's where we're going
But I have no fear.
My kid can worry.
I won't be here.
Credible education
To tell us how.
Behavior, policy -
The time is now.
His hand reached out to mine, open,
Holding it, I smiled, our eyes danced with understanding,
Form and blush outlined his expectations,
But I could see that there may be fear inside.
Mary restated their predicament,
That the child was born out with the marriage bond,
And that people were swaying to the opposite side,
And course dialogue, laughter and spitting were norm.
So I asked the two for their thoughts and predictions,
About the child, if he perhaps could be like, special?
And they specified that he would cure, heal and exorcise,
And also promised that they’d talk to him about the poor.
Could this baby be the messiah?
I pondered and hoped in their certainty;
Was this the predicted son of god?
He would be free from aggressive victimisation,
If we could just name him as god's son.
So I suggested to his parents,
That if the wise men came with a quest,
To accept the name Jesus Christ,
And certify the census, no less.
Freedom for some is in lying,
When there’s no possible alternatives,
But I believe Joseph never lied,
In the population census of Bethlehem,
That just so happened to pass by.
The child would have been suppressed by all,
Assumed to be dirty and unclean,
Not for chat or dialogue,
And certainly not for work in a trade of his call,
Or for work in any trade for that matter.
Nothing would ever have been done,
The poor would never have been healed,
Or not so quickly for sure in history;
The government would not have been rifled,
And Christ would not have come.
Treating the poor for health problems,
Would have come through government legislation,
A long time after Christ,
In an austere, aloof manner.
People to people relationships,
Would not have been respected,
If care had been awarded top-down,
By bureaucrats and officials:
As supervisors of the protected.
Society at that time was narrow minded,
Stuck in traditional religion;
There were outcasts, sinners, infectious people,
And assumptions were remedial and red:
There were no special people,
No exceptions to the rule,
Only one place for the messiah confided.
One baby matters to me,
A life should be saved at any cost and risk,
Because the abilities you show when young,
Shouldn’t be muffled or labeled regressive,
But nurtured in acceptance and love.
The Tumor
Last night, I watched a podcast
the man with the highest measured IQ
and I was pleasantly surprised
He looked and acted like a sane bloke
his views were an echo in my mind
best of all, he was like me, working-class
but had read the classics
his laughter was infectious
two hours well spent
His idea of God was how I think of God
there is good and evil in the world by
those who do not believe in the law of
nature and think they can ignore what
is fundamentally true
I woke up early following the thoughts
of the man with a high IQ and enjoying
my solitude, when the workers began
their day; those who are employed in
offices start their day at nine. nicely
dressed and in warm rooms
I had to see a cancer specialist at ten
Yes, I have a tumor on my thigh, and it
needs to be operated on
I accepted this news with calmness
befitting my state of mind, it is not
the first time a tumor has appeared
and dealt with through surgery
I liked the specialist and my doctor
no sentimentality, only facts, that´s
the way I like to live