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Under the seamless sapphire dome overturned,
sprinkling the sparkle of my resplendent sky,
my mind morphs momentarily
into an ornate expanse of a blooming garden.
I feel it sculpted out with the cadenced contours
of the cheerfully cascading enthralled essence,
flowing through the aura of blossoming radiance
in the inspired current of earnest ardent.
Harbored happily in the sensuous shore
of the boundless sea of my beguiled life,
a polished pebble I relentlessly roll animated
in the timeless tide and ebb of time.
I am caressed by the successive surge
of the incessant waves of engrossing ecstasy,
spreading on me the lattice of adornment,
ornamented by the pristine pearls of rapture.
Spellbound by the stellar show in the sky of being,
my heart pulsates with the rhythm of joy,
as I sail in the sea of reflective consciousness
toward the serene sanctum of the soul.
When the dark cloud of gloom drifts
over my mindscape, the sad shadows configure
the painful pattern of roiling turmoil,
I find the leitmotif of heavenly love a part of me.
A pensive pilgrim I’m lost wandering within me,
get by God’s benevolence the adored bearing
to see my reflection in the blessed mirror of bliss,
bestowed from the cornucopia of His divine grace.
“Heads will roll,” I heard the line boss say,
“Immigration agents checking papers today.”
Things are hard all over (hard all over).
Things are hard all over (hard all over).
Grab your lunchbox and scram.
The office don’t give a damn.
Things are hard all over.
Clear the bar and grip the bottle tight.
Some poor mother’s son won’t make it home tonight.
Things are hard all over (hard all over).
Things are hard all over (hard all over).
Got that saltwater thirst,
My bladder’s fixin’ to burst.
Things are hard all over.
Yankees running roughshod.
Mets are running scared.
New York Times predicts
There won’t be anybody spared.
Things are hard all over.
Magdalene’s on the corner display,
Advertising booty. Got her own bills to pay.
Things are hard all over (hard all over).
Things are hard all over (hard all over).
The little girl needs a fix
So she’s been turning some tricks.
Yeah, things are hard all over.
I want to be a child again.
I want to skip down the glen, singing
Here We Go Gathering Nuts In May.
Holding Daddy's hand in mine.
I want to know I'm loved.
That someone is watching over me.
Bandaging cuts, kissing bruises better.
Making sure I have my tea.
I want to learn to swim again.
Ring A Ring A Rosie....we all fall down.
Until I learn to hold my breath.
Then doggie paddle...then float.
I'm free in the sea.
I want to play hide and seek.
Try not to giggle until I'm found.
To climb The Mount, then roll down.
To be back in school, with Miss Mc Cloon.
Learning my ABC's and Do Re Mee's.
I want mum to cuddle me.
Call me her "Wee Angel."
Dad to hoist me on his shoulders.
So I can see...360 degrees.
Wobbling on a grown up's bike.
Down the school lane.
Big brother Derek
holding on behind ,then
letting go....laughing,
as I glance behind....terrified.
If I could start again,
I would revel in it all.
Being grown up is no fun,
when little ones are getting tall.
and you are responsible for
keeping them on the ball.
I want to be a child again.
(after Irene)
It’s a ravaged town down in these parts
The jobless faces and those heavy hearts
The sun barely makes it in before it disappears
A cold cold sky, clouds corrupt
Even the billboards won’t look up
‘cause goodness hasn’t come this way in years
Bone kids living outta tinted Fords
Barely separate from the cord
Innocence tied to the stake and surrounded by spears
I used to know happiness and love
Now I cry out to whatever’s above
‘cause goodness hasn’t come this way in years
Some camouflaged personnel roll by
I go to salute but don’t wonder why
I guess I bought into the dogma of courage and fear
When all the protection and virtues cease,
I might even kill for one moment’s peace
‘cause goodness hasn’t come this way in years
The water is receding after the flood
Baptizing a Lutheran church in mud
It’s all the space left to pray and weep acolyte’s tears
Forgive us our trespasses into crime
Our holy ghosts live on borrowed time
When goodness hasn’t come this way in years
The folksinger died in a burning crash –
A whole culture paid for his pine box in cash
While his own kids parade their scars in front of the mirror
But by then, there won’t be music left
When a scene dies, it dies a megaton death
And goodness will not come this way for years.
2011
Kids say you're bad, "But that's all lies!"
She stares at me, her evil eyes,
Ruler taps desk, taps away hard,
Audacious hands, face that is scarred,
Years of no oils, lotions and scents,
Says, "That's Jezebel", she resents,
All at their desks, bell tolls just once,
Roll, three are absent, she announce,
Mrs. Torkelson, self-assured,
Speaks with command, while all are moored,
No sound heard, listened intently,
Voice ice cold, none knew differently,
Right answers only, nothing less,
How that happens, we take a test,
Loud, she says wrong or no, no, no,
Young clock watchers, when will we go,
After school, parents collect us,
Like Jekyll and Hyde, she adjust,
In her black dress, she makes a smile,
Then hugs me, that is not her style,
She is not a Jew, but Gentile,
And, I am her, Philistine child.
My favorite verse from THE soft rock song of my youth
Hit song of 1969 by the Carpenters:
(They Long To Be) Close To You
(middle stanza of the song)
"On the day that you were born
the angels got together and decided
to create a dream come true
so they sprinkled moon dust in your hair
of gold and starlight in your eyes of blue."
Dream Boy
To fall for him I needed just one look
and after that, he had me on his hook -
a fact which I’m not sure he even knew!
Dream boy with hair of gold and eyes of blue.
I lived for those church dances in his town.
I’d see him there but always feel let down.
Girls followed him around. What could I do?
Dream boy with hair of gold and eyes of blue.
Not being in his orbit or his school,
I longed for him and simply played the fool.
The fantasy for me would not come true!
Dream boy with hair of gold and eyes of blue.
Dedicated to Chris Frogley, wherever now he may be.
For the "I Love Rock 'N roll" Poetry contest of Kelly Deschler
RED ROSE RULES
~anacreontic verse~
Guard by blue skies
on green meadows
the lover's roll,
a dash of love
cause cheeks to blush
a classic style,
a charming act
from nature's art--
to tease her mind,
to please her heart.
Her smile so bright,
he want this right:
the scents so pure
among all blooms
his red rose rules
freed from fear
shy lips reveal
thoughts long hidden
from her muse.
Eyes wide open
hands to her face
casting same spell,
orbs magnetize
on feelings so bliss.
They don't want to miss,
they start to kiss
only the breeze,
the birds, the trees
witness this tryst.
_____________________________
8:14 pm; January 06, 2015
O stars, how tenderly you pierce the night,
Your silver whispers gliding through the sky,
Like tiny flares of love's eternal light—
In you, my own soft dreams are bound to lie.
The ocean waves, with secrets deep and true,
Roll soft as breath against the waiting shore;
In their embrace, I feel the strength of you,
A constant song that leaves me wanting more.
The moon ascends, a lover calm and wise,
Its silver gaze caressing earth and sea;
No beauty can escape those quiet eyes—
It holds all tenderness, and sets me free.
For stars, and waves, and night’s soft, glowing face,
Are loves I keep—a distant, sweet embrace.
wouldn’t it be awesome
if life were always as smooth
as scoops of homemade
strawberry ice cream
easing down our throat
on lazy summer days
sad truth is
oftentimes we’ll find
grit in our leftover soup
when we’re at our hungriest
yes, my friends
we’ve got to make the most
of good times as they roll by
because we never know
what’s around the corner
when the road ahead
is smooth and the sun is out
let the wind blow your hair
as if driving
the convertible of your dreams
always be prepared to
spit out the grit
as you ride
the roller coaster
of your life
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology ~MINDFULLY~ 2021
Read on air by invitation ~ June 11, 2021 'LATE NIGHT POETS'
AP: 2nd place 2021
On Top Of A Mountain
2
stroll down the forest trail
to the edge and inhale
at the sight overlooking perfect nature
held together and prevail
stand by the site of trees and bushes
with lichen hanging over their branches
surrounding the ledge with
ferns, rhododendrons, and tall grass
marvel at a sea of fog covering all
the pine trees that spear outward standing tall
providing natures home
as the mountain walls tower overall
sky exhibit splendor
clouds of different shapes that stir
sun is trying to sneak a peek through
nature waiting anxious for it to enter
a beautiful site standing
viewing off the mountain looking
down for the fog to roll back to view
the world and embrace the living
3/25/2015 Rubaiyat Form
On Top Of A Mountain
Lichen hanging from dried branches
Ferns found everywhere
A sea of fog covers all
Pine trees spears outward standing tall
Mountain walls tower over all
Sky of splendor, clouds of different shapes
Sun is trying to sneak through
A beautiful sight on top of a mountain looking down
12/06/2014 Light Poetry Form