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My sleep breaks every morning when I hear
the first chatter of a couple of grey pigeon,
from their nest made outside the window near,
I know it’s time to get up, take the new day on.
I see a slice of sparkling sky through the window,
emerge from the veil of night as the dulcet dawn,
changing color by minutes from gray to yellow,
as the sun slowly rises up the halcyon horizon.
My heart then seeks the morning ritual not new,
of the uplifting feeling in the brimful bone-china cup,
the hot comforting embrace of the reviving brew,
as from the beloved bed I listlessly get up.
I enjoy the various types of tea and their progeny,
herbal, green, brown and even rousingly spicy,
get delight from the flavor sonata in the sip of glee,
as with the steam flight the specks of indolence flee.
Gaining pure pleasure from the convivial concoction,
I see the dance of leaves stirring the elixir in the tea,
infusing the Himalayan fragrance in the elite potion,
as I taste enthralled the famous Darjeeling delicacy.
The aroma of the golden liquid awakens my sense,
and into irresistible drinking dependence it drives me,
turns me into an addict of its pleasure hence,
enthuses me to drink every morning a cup of tea.
I walk along the ocean shore
Seeking refuge from all my strife.
The wave-soaked sand serves as my floor.
Stars guide my reflections on life.
I cast my gaze to ocean’s roar
In search of helpful solutions;
Like countless other souls before,
Wanting more than trite locutions.
Just then a vessel passes by,
Its lights merely a few dim specks;
Its dip below horizon nigh,
Concealing those who ply its decks.
The steady din of waves breaking
Washes my consciousness to sleep;
‘Til seagull’s squawk gets me waking,
And pondering the ocean’s deep.
Now back to my thirst for answers,
For enlightenment from the seas;
Distant waves break – tiny dancers,
Possibilities in its breeze.
Maybe that’s the sum of it all -
The shore’s a retreat from our fuss;
A harbor from life’s random squall,
But the steering is up to us.
Written: May 20, 2024
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Siren stunningly sprung a sanguine sway
sailboat sheaths spread, and storms swell
splendid summer shorelines spike
summertime spousal serenade swept
scrumptious, sturdy sibyllic sweeps
silky shorelines settle scrawls
seawater subtly scrubs sewage
skirr is a spectacular sand stronghold
sapphire specks spruce seaside sand
shoreline scoria is sharp
shipmates glide along a sleety seacoast
shivering seafarers' sight.
Straight skyline scaled saddlebow
sighting swallows spawned sibilance
stalls and slumps were scrutinized
strolling solysium soliloquy
stranding Schadenfreude
satisfied spectator
sarcasm serves as a solecism
slanting supplants a sempiternal scintilla
swirl across a snapped soul
supported standout slide
spiraling semantic spondaic species
sweeping synopsis syncope
start to sense surrealism
Sensual, sensuous, slim, and smiling
sits silently staring
sapphire sky sight
the sun casts scarlet shadows
slowly sinking silhouettes
scatter stars on skylines
Sunday sermon supply
searching souls
singing serenade.
Slides speckled sunshine
souvenirs spark strands of subdued shades
sequential surety swelling
strange, scarlet, silky songs
sway symphonic sylphic stardust
store sustained scrupulousness
silver surges spurred the space
snagging scents
step sibilant serendipity
stirred spectrum.
"DEAD WINTER"
Fresh snowfall on my porch
A story of not so long ago.
7 inches above my ankles
The neighbor's chimney smokes like a cigarette.
The doorbell rings, I shudder and tremble
I breathe at the moment before I twist the knob
He was there alone.
A man with eyes likes the moon
A hunter in a black coat
He storms in, shoving me out of his way
He twists around and reveals his name
His name bleeds through my soul
My mind begins to white-out every memory
I firmly get a grasp on reality
A wanted man
Carrying myself up against the bookshelf.
My eyes start to shed a course of rain
His eyes are bright green with golden specks,
pierce in the logical way of the hawk
I cradle on the sofa, like a child
Alone
This stranger who stood before me
Wants more than the warmth of my home
It's snowing deep down my flower bed.
It's too cold outside.
The fireplace can act no more
It's too cold inside!
He proceeds slowly, towards the kitchen door
I see him reaching for the stainless steel
Soon the beat will end,
I inhale his eyes that are the size of the moon
This visitor, at my door,
He whispers into my ear.
"I'm preparing the ways of good and evil.
Now go, be free into the promised land."
by: PD
I fashioned my dreams,
into colorful balloons,
blowing as much air into them as I could.
Tied their ends with long strings of hope,
and set them fly into the sky.
I watched them soar,
higher and higher into infinite heights,
over shrouds of sleeping fog.
I clapped my hands loud,
in gay abandon.
But when had they eluded my grip?
Some of them had burst,
before they could ascend higher
I wasn’t cautious!
Oh, now I see my balloons,
with the thread of hope
hanging loosely down,
disappearing into the horizon,
like black specks of soot
signaling,
they no more belong to me!
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Feb.5. 2023
Re- entered for Brian's Premier No.1194 Poetry Contest
Balloon Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Anthony Biaanco
From the Ether
A love came to this one from beyond
the visual, the physical, from beyond
the conscious – the heart is the ghost,
the spirit trapped within this plane -
it can not let go, nor fly into that good night
- with all that was and was not, still hanging on -
keeping it from fading into the passing light,
light on the wings of time’s never ending flight.
B. J. “A” 2
September 1st 2008
Tapestry
Lady Fair, pulls at my heart strings.
No design, no effort, no desire brings
her into the fires of Love, for me.
A person, a man, a lover she does not see.
Taking hold of my thread bear heart,
unraveling it, until it is a part
- of nothing – nothing left of my heart shaped beat
but frayed fibers of light reflected, refracted, neat
upon the cold whims of stolidity – taken into shadows of.
into the hands of, the mind of death’s journey.
The aura of my tapestry, my forlorn love still hangs,
meaning little more then specks of dust, floating,
drifting upon beams of light streaming through
the distances between, what is me and what is you
before you turned your back, extinguishing the light,
the light of love, you choose not to accept,
nor want to hear, leaving it to drift upon waves
of shadows that permeate the darkness of all
your denied, all your buried emotions, that
the tapestry of, turned to dust, hides.
A will-o-the-wisp,
upon the tapestry you wove,
has become me and my love.
B. J. “A” 2
September 1st 2008
Midas sits on a golden throne
Counting everything he owns
Picking clean the skin and bones
Of ev'ryone around him
It's the only clean thing that he does
All else around him spoils because
The flies that all around him buzz
Leave specks among the wrecks he's caused
But no cleansing traits have they
Since they were maggots in the day
Decaying flesh from some poor prey
Roadkill nestlings in his kingdom
Rotting leaves a stench, it's true
Flesh, morality, or crew
Work left for the rest to do
In ridding of this offal
Spoilers always leave behind
Remnants of their awful kind
And victims wond'ring how so blind
So many could have stumbled
But even bumb'ling creatures know
Life's quixotic to and fro
Creates confusion in the flow
Of opportunity and so
Patience favoring those who wait
The lucky left to ponder fate
Won't care that fortune sends their way
The spoils sufficient to the day
Sufficient to the morrow is not their cause or ken
As long as they can borrow insight from other men
And Midas knows there on his throne
That those who choose to pick a bone
Cannot outlast his treasure store
Cause in the end he'll just get more
Midas sits on his golden throne
Surveying all he thinks he owns
Flushed with success he stands alone
In the tarnished glow of his golden throne
Gerry Gigabyte, a robotic delight,
sat on a lab roof in morning’s light,
calculating earth’s current position;
amid the stars found a new addition.
His neuro-radar swiftly did detect,
upon it tiny moving carbon-based specks,
life forms that were humanoids,
he was surprised there were no androids.
This tiny planet of pepto-pink,
gave him pause to then rethink...
perhaps there are many earth-like planets
among the exoplanets and proto-planets?
After all there are many suns and moons
around which other planets grew;
still he hoped to find just one
that other robots may just run.
He’d love to visit and commune
with others whom he could be in tune;
this robot of unusual intellect
greatly craved an interstellar trek.
Oh shuttling through space was nice
though he preferred his very own kind;
the earthlings were an interesting lot,
still he preferred the company of other robots.
As morning wore on he calculated
as sun came up he was elated!
Detecting binary messages now;
there were other robots, holy cow!
So he formulated a clever plan
and it was ever oh so grand;
He’d sneak into the Virgin Galactic’s shuttle
but, he’d have to quickly scuttle.
Then Branson’s pride prematurely ascended
his plans now thoroughly upended.
But, Gerry Gigabyte’s enjoying his ride,
a free trip to space to meet his own kind.
*Image of Forgiveness by Pixabay.
Tale of a Forgiving Challenge
Albeit a notable stretch
that stars wouldst a fairer
share of thee and sheath
thy warm expanse.
Sire, alack thy humble
servant beseech thee,
me Lord, for wouldst
thee taketh to mind
thoust failed thee but
'tis once a wee hour.
Shouldst thou beg
the goddesses and
gods forthwith 'tis
thy noble quest for
virtue sake that thou
mayest risk a stable
footing verily proved
thy acts of decency.
Pall's errant gift thee
a habilitating ward,
a silhouette soul, its
quaint steps for a
merciful fortitude.
To seize caring eyes
fortuitous event of
a chartreuse field
of wavery rushes
and vibrancy pell
in crystalline spring.
A dutiful life longing
begrudged in the
greens of Evermore,
mayhaps thoust dwelt
in the recesses of thy
bosoms for they hadst
possesseth thee so
willingly, that thoust
act gently.
Nay, nary an army,
soothly a herald of
dreams that unlade
trails ifsoe'er mingle
charmingly, napping
in cases, perchance
to claim and rescue
thyself and possibly
pretenders begone
and ne'er-do-wells
that causeth a toss
and twirl fortuitously
erelong into the tuck
of episodic twilight's
unraveling sepulchral.
Sparkled specks and a
Chaser to settle scores
natheless thou mentored
souls that dwarf a sea of
their gilded hearts.
Less of a challenge when
substance, and grit, amidst
the generous few whose
serendipitously perpetuates
the moment -- forthwith.
Suite melody be the appeal
in the case of forgiveness
for there is proper cause for
the bestowment allocation
gratuitously and without
delay.
Forbearance is the footing
lain the acts of forgiveness.
2019 September 23
Row row row your boat gently down the stream
Merrily merrily merrily merrily life Is but a dream... soaring beyond the skies the hue shadowed glows blue mist with green fields loving the stars above spring time love encased the sparkles and specks of destiny with no regrets knowing you did your best on repeat knowing yourself value complete.
Many drinks of water would not dare to collide riding rowing ships glory
kissing waves of possibilities the ears and nose knows the throats pain!
Every strand of hair is numbered We toast from the heart hope this is understood? Come in and sit with the crest of good better and best
upon the heart rest. Ships roll in turbulent seas
A vehement heat..
Walking red red mist tones golden bell rings for joy to greet the inner child
Up ahead rolling waves hurricane no one can tame in the land
Than Love enters into the game singing a new song and planned
The gates of hell can not prevail the keys have turned the lock
Waters of envious sickness shallow diseases not!
Many drinks of water cannot quench love no neither can the floods drown it
Upon all become stronger resting on the shoulders of kindness
Row row row your boat gently down the water tears fumes
Merrily merrily merrily merrily sing another tune.
Get a new theme Remember
Just at the time love takes a journey coast
To thrill to chill the heated flesh to salutes the taste a little more and one toast
quenching toast of rest. Caress the mind from loves journey behind the hurting test Stress These ships roll in turbulent seas
into the sea of death a vehement fire rolling waves
like a hurricane, jealousy no one can tame right into the
waters of cruel seas damp cold as the Grave
Terrible craftmanship Fellowships and nonsense
Battleships friendships kinships Relationships
Hardships sail upon Companionship true friendship will stand up as a team
For some of us, life is not what it seems