Long Starry night Poems

Toddlers' Exploration: 

Cardboard drum and a thunderous beast
With playful roars in tiny fists and feasts.
Fleeting wings glide to dreams just out of reach
Soaring through tales of barnyard Waddles and Squeaks.
Moo! Quack! Giggles tumble and bump.
Flaps...

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I'd risen from my bed quite early, in the pale silent sunshine,
And I thought to have a day out, and not waste summer's prime.

The world still was sleeping, but the bluebirds sang a tune,
And blooms...

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While I was walking through a meadow, of blooms and sunshine,
I stopped to spread my blanket, for a gay picnic at lunchtime.

It was very pleasant, and I had brought many good things to eat.
Afterwards I...

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(Apropos Of A School-Day Happenstance)

There she stood on the edge 
of the cliff of loneliness—her
tiny eyes staring out into space.

As I cautiously approached her,
I softly asked if everything was ok.
She replied that everything was fine;
that...

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A is for Artists, ageless souls ignite, In Malleshwaram's magic, bathed in golden light. 

B is for Bard's whispers, stories that unwind, Connecting young and old, a tapestry we find.

C is for Children, curious and...

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I inherited a restaurant, from my parents who had retired.
It was a classy one, and only the best of staff were hired.

Overseeing its operation, was genuinely a labor of love,
As the noon warming sunshine, oversees...

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*Note 
I had to bring this one back, though I've been posting mostly new writes here that PS hasn't seen before. This poem has been edited many times over the years. I consider it to...

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For years I was an aspiring singer, performing in trendy nightspots,
And I sang my heart out each evening, in all of the local hotspots.

Among the enthusiastic locals, at long last I'd made myself a name,
As...

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My man’s veiled message unclear
I’ve dallied for four long years
Sis, have I ever been
Fooled!
Turns on the charm on a whim
Parades what you saw in him
Just a tad so you are
Fooled
There’s not a ring
not a vow
no...

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I was a very enthusiastic gardener, who loved being surrounded by beauty,
Like the songbirds that visit cherry trees, with a taste for something fruity.

I adored the familiar blooms, but held a fascinated interest in the...

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art inspires me, Van Gogh fascinates me! 
                                 
             ...

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The beauteous days of summer were here at last,
And the primetime of nature was coming so fast!

We sat on the porch, watching a lazy day go by,
With no interesting views, to gladden our eyes.

Then one...

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While we walked home from the movies, one moonlit starry night,
My friends and I talked and laughed, enjoying summer's delights.

The streets were quite silent, as trees swayed in warm breezes,
And night blooms graced the walks,...

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POTW

When Wishes were made on a shooting star
The Heavens looked down and smiled
With sprinkles of stardust on a whisper of moonbeams
They created for us a child

Soothed you were by twinkling stars
In a crib that faced...

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NOT KNOWING

There are things that we have in mind that sometimes we believe them so much to the point of not listening to other voices that do not support what we believe today. There are...

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music    
             music
                 ...

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I resided in a beautiful old home, on the sunny side of the street;
And I had friendly neighbors, offering hellos whenever we'd meet.

Often when I was off from work, I puttered in my house or...

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I was awakening from my dreams, in search of an orangey sun,
As dreamers had always done, since warm vibrancy of day one.

I was emerging from fine silken coverings, in the usual way,
For wild places beckoned...

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PROLOGUE:

For what's in a name,
That Shakespeare untamed,
A lyric gained fame,
But when it became,
A different ball game,
For one who's insane.

Yet if twin Yanks say 'Gogh' , 'tis equivalent
might meant, to be, like 'goes',
Dutch disagree, cite, annunciation,
could...

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The Guardian
		Melodic lullabies echo	
		As heart strings strum secret chords
		As transcendental images appear
		Stargazers are lost for words
		Kaleidoscopic Illuminations
		Paint the sky in optimistic light
		Hope descends in serene silence
		Floating through shadows of the night
		Dancing spirits move to dulcet...

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I was a professional landscaper, with passion for nature, and a green thumb,
Like passions of smothering, dreamy nighttime, to which we gladly succumb.

My work took me to many gardens, set in the butterscotch zones of...

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Decades of art, and some as oil paintings, 
whereat, had most work made in just the last two years.
Persuades the heart, of similar taste, seems,
fair that, Van Gogh's work may be the best than of...

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Sweep Me Away, My Love Part I
Date Written: February 3, 2016

Sweep me away, my love, into the blue shores of the east,
   Seize my sorrow as you reach for my delicate heart,
 ...

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I was a skillful, amiable nursery worker, cultivating blooms in a greenhouse,
Like feverish and fragrant blooms, often grown in redbird's green treehouse.

Hours were spent sowing seeds, adjusting conditions, and also and pruning,
As June full moon...

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Mythology Revealed:
Endymion was a mortal man, perhaps a shepherd, 
who had a countenance of sheer beauty. He was fond 
of the mystic moon and her aura of light. This was a 
love affair between a...

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