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how I yearn for July and that stout
summer swoon
the long sunny days and the eves'
swelt’ring moon
but sweet April's weep, as it runs to
the rills
is a soft song of spring-tide that
splashes and spills -
no, I can't rush dear April - it's gone
much too soon ...
how the gorged summer days ever
stretched in the past
rife with play and carefree - yes, I
prayed they would last
now each breaking morn finds a
mockingbird's song
and I've waited that warbling, sweet
psalm far too long -
no, I can't rush dear April - it's gone
much too fast ...
oh June swells with romance - thrilled
hopes 'midst July
mischief made in the dunes while that
moon winked on high
yet, now peepers' songs ravage late-
winter's gloom
and branches sway heavy with buds
bound to bloom -
no, I can't rush dear April - (tho' May's
drawing nigh) ...
oh I love nothing more than bright
summertime, fair
all the hazy and crazy days - devil-
may-care
but a crispy spring morning while birds
chant their love
speaks a rare blessing, born from the
heavens above -
no, I can't rush dear April - I'm hooked
on that air …
too brief are those days and the joys
I’ve found there
how its breath lifts my soul and soft-
tousles my hair
oh I'll never get bored with dear April,
quite rare -
no, I'll NEVER be bored with dear
April ...
Copyright © 2020 Gregory Richard Barden
( pastel painting by my talented sister Terrilynn Dubreuil - find more of her work on sale at travelingartista.com )
With speedy, gutsy ease
her Irish father rolls up the front room rug
Gaelic music lathers the air in merriment
Nelligen at 8, composed
snags our attention
in hard shoe clicking
her rapid, intricate footwork
its drumming effect, a heart pulsating
Nell's rigid torso
that trails upward to white-blond hair
bouncing,
catching light like weightless feathers
Small feet in black hard shoes
tapping
from toes to heels
Image fixed in place like her pale rose-bud skin
Up against the wall, I mimic her movements
My feet a tangled jigsaw
She laughs, kisses my cheek, tousles my hair
like tufts of grass
At 9, I want to go to her, to cradle her state of grace
for however long we are children
The suddenness of age frames our winter
A peer backwards through a series of lenses
to stitched moments that slide in memory
foot taps through our rooms
I know full well that I am responsible for my own mis-steps
for sitting out her dances
for never solving most puzzles
even when I pull back
from now
Poem composed: June 13, 2021
The moon reflects softly
On the ocean’s surface tonight.
I’m a master of intelligence
With the C.I.A. codename: Night Surfer.
I secretly...spy my surroundings,
I text...coded messages to the target.
To rendezvous in the heart of the sand.
For an ambiguous adventure.
The soothing...waves provide
As a sound barrier to muffle her sighs.
A cool breeze stirs and tousles her...hair,
A top-secret mission is underway,
As I spy and search my target thoroughly.
Merging silhouettes fuse as one bulk of shadow.
My clandestine service...steams up,
During these passionate...pulsating moments.
Her keypad for her secret gates flicker’s
In a crimson flash for the secret code,
As we play tongue...tag on the sand.
“Let me inhale you...let me devour you,
You flutter your eyelashes like butterfly wings.”
Then, I trip the alarm...as it loudly sounds through the air.
Brrrp...brrrp...brrrp...brrrp...brrrp...brrrp.
Intruder alerts blare through her facial expressions,
As I encrypt the code to cease the alarm.
I softly kiss the nape of her neck,
Under the blanket of celestial moon and starlight.
My hard drive retrieves the data...
A mission success on a sexual...spy op.
Pleased eyes gaze into the distance,
At the reflection of the moon...beaming softly,
On the ocean’s surface as we disappear swiftly like we arrived.
Leaving behind sifted...sand with the contours
Of a steamy rendezvous of a successfully completed mission.
A fire burns orange and bright
in stark contrast against
the black Bohemian sky,
crackling hard over sounds
of a furious pen scratching
coffee stained parchment,
pausing to stoke flames,
reflect inward, and slurp
crudely a harsh, smoky brew.
Breathing in deep the
bitter, caffeinated aroma,
choking, expelling forth;
returning its essence
in a visceral act
of vulgar gratitude.
With a deep groan
his broken body relaxes
while a gust of salty air
tousles the long, black hair
free beneath a headscarf
of deep reds and blacks
mirroring the gritty color
palette so salient
in his art and aura.
Annoyance sits heavy
on his weathered face,
knotted like the cut wood
burning hot and fierce
in destructive release
of the flaring ire within.
What secrets lie bare
in that leather
bound journal?
What surly words
spill forth from
fountain ink and fury?
Is he looking for a way out?
Or, by his own words,
does he seek the way in?
Joy of the Lord
Joy refuses to hide or wear a disguise
Bouncing brightness – bliss on springs;
Dances on tiny toes of fiery flamencos
No colorless embraces –knows the steps;
No shadows of grey in its cloak
Only shades of clearest light;
Incandescent transcendence of perpetual motion
Never slumbers – never needs a nap;
Always nascent nativity
Breaths renewal Son powered battery;
Inventor of jubilation - Hallelujah ecstasy –
Gloria elation -Praise euphoria;
Benediction of merry mirth
Speaks beatitudes of delicious delight;
Glee on wheels – rocking and rolling
Merriment like twilight candle light;
Clowns around with hilarity
Pals around with happiness of the moment;
Radical hospitality not a fleeing ghost
Permanent wave – permanent eternal smile;
Never absent – resonating generosity
A little craziness of an upside down emoji;
Stares down petulant, whining faces
Welcome mat always out;
Enthusiasm invades invasion of jocularity
Happiness revolution resolution;
Pirouettes in peaceful promises
Precious plentiful pearls of shining wonder;
Taps on windowpanes with eternal enrapture
Always available to dance;
Unrestrained tail wagging exuberance
Springing up with blinking lights – can’t wait to bless;
Bright eyes tickle the deepest marrow
Strength tousles somber cores with joy:
Joy inhales moments of transparent gladness -
Exhales a sparkling galaxy of glimmering satisfaction!
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9-8-20
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September meets with warm embrace,
quickening the harvest pace,
though looming autumn can't efface
what's left of summer's arid grace.
The linen hanging on the line
dances with the gust and shine,
while maypops heavy on the vine,
with honeysuckle, twist and twine.
The cool grass tickles naked feet
while weaned lambs in the distance bleat,
and find some shelter from the heat
'neath leafy canopy retreat.
The gentle wind so jaunt'ly plays
and tousles copper hair ablaze
like furious dancing autumn rays
from Mabon's fiery upraise.
Through rustling leaves the sunbeams glint,
I catch the balm of sage and mint,
and every herb and floral scent
blown to me by the wind's dissent.
Breathing deep olfactory prose
until the old red rooster crows
waking me from my repose
and from beneath the tree, I rose.
When as I rose, a red leaf fell,
wisping down its last farewell;
a changing season to foretell;
the coming bounty doth compel.
Cicadas loudly buzz along
and sing their end of summer song,
o'er by the thorny brambles throng;
unto the prairie they belong.
By and by, I turned my mind
back to the farm and daily grind,
collecting eggs where I can find;
inside the henhouse, else behind.
The hens put up a bitter fuss
with feathers flying from the truss,
so I let out an angry cuss.
Still, they obliged; allowed me thus.
Upon it all, I took my leave,
finished with my blast and thieve
much to the angry birds' aggrieve;
giving them a day's reprieve.
Outside the coop, behind the fence,
my greedy boar approached me whence,
grunting for his recompense,
and so two eggs I offered thence.
Then on, as careful as I might
into the farmhouse kitchen white,
delivered up the shelled delight
to feed the morrow's appetite.
Upon the ending of this chore,
I happened back outside once more,
to watch the day fade into lore,
and Luna make her grand encore.
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Turning sideways, once more I lay crouched in bed,
Not compelled to wake up and run round the clock.
The family, gone on a four-day adventurous trip.
Left to myself, may I devour this calm with none to block.
Listening to the hiss of falling rain, here I lie.
The breeze that steals in through the window ajar,
Tousles my hair and briskly passes,
I hear a Bulbul warbling from a tree afar.
Snuggling beneath my woolly blanket,
With deadlines none, I feel so light.
Lazily watching the sun beams filtering down,
I lie quiet, my mind, like a bird in flight.
Now the house is empty with my own space,
To indulge in all fanciful things that gladden,
To indolently watch the time slipping by,
To hum and sing in gay abandon.
Loneliness, at times I warmly embrace,
When exhausted with life’s ceaseless mess.
At times I crave for dolce far niente
It sure can revamp lives with occasional recess.
In a forgotten corner of my mind, where shadows blend with dreams,
My world has changed so quickly, like a wind that tousles the hair.
I never imagined I would see hatred infiltrated so deeply,
Like a poison making its way into the collective veins of humanity.
Then, the internet appeared, shrinking the world to fit in our palms,
Opening doors once closed, secrets hidden beneath time.
Every madman and charlatan received a pulpit to pour out their poison,
Poisoning our thoughts, like a rain that cloaks the earth in lies.
Corruption and fear are deeply rooted in our gaze,
World War Three gains ground, fueled by propaganda.
Spreading like a virus on social media, a plague of our minds,
We pollute the earth, poison the seas, mercilessly washing the minds of the young.
I remember times when people didn’t lock their doors at night,
But today we are caught in a global web of technologies.
We will be devoured, like insects caught in the corner of a spider's web,
In a world where past and present swirl together.
I watch as our dreams intertwine with reality, fragile,
And I wonder if we will ever find the strength to free ourselves.
To break the invisible chains that keep us captive away from the sun,
And to rediscover that lost simplicity of our soul.
That will guide us back to the light, toward a serene future,
Where hope and love are not illusions, but lived truths.
~ As early nightfall tousles my hair prism light,
the alchemy of a ceremonial parade begins
in this panel of a forest like a mystic scene
~ fondling my skin…jutting from nowhere,
a relay of tigers and flamingos swivel
on glowing shafts in the pale dark ... I freeze.
Some quick time frames away, the jungle rises
with raw stirrings of wildlife; an explosion
~ from a world curving a zebra's flowing movement
of unrehearsed art, of twilight spontaneity
~ oh so blind to human, mental gazes;
they slide away from such calculated moments as
.~ my body enters their changing symmetry
collapsing in mindless trance that nothing
from my eyes is ever hidden, not even the low
gushing in my breath… I shut my lids to memorize
the anatomy of their kind faces, those rising limbs
simply estranged from rehearsed gaiety.
And I seize their impressions defying the seeming
~ cramps of man’s robotic strides;
yet, i cannot hold them inside this head’s waves
~ of memory , consumed with the grace displayed
by creatures’ unbridled rites to its gods…
I become the humble slave of divine beasts.
`~ ~ ~ ~``
*from my journal about a night safari in Singapore
for Debbie Guzzi's Etcetera by nette onclaud
The sweet smell of a budding rose
Gently kissed by the morning dew
Waits to spread her velvet petals
Until the suns love is in view
Peeking out from her ivory shell
The bairn robin tousles her wings
Waiting only for father time
And the gift of flight that he brings
A flower that is picked too soon
Is denied its floral apogee
The anxious robin that tests time
Will not fulfill its destiny
Patience, the key to survival
Just as every breath sustains life
We can not rush or veer off course
Regardless of pleasure or strife
So as to matters of the heart
I find myself standing at bay
Hiding all that I feel inside
As not to frighten love away
Time will tell if its meant to be
All enduring, ardent and true
A love that can withstand times test
And so my love, I’ll wait for you
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