She's magnificently lovely
She's like wine;so fine
Her love sweeter like the grapes from the vineyard
Her touch ignites and blazes up like an inferno
She's the mistress and master of affection
She's a doctor;stitches me up when am broken,Injects me with compassion when am depressed and puts me to bed on her bed of roses
She knits gowns of hope and leather jackets of passion
She knits armors of hope for the knights during combat
She chose me,I chose her
Together we'll walk out of the maze of bricks and thorns to the chamber of destiny.
An iridescent streak
bifurcates the obsidian
dome,
A incandescent voyager
accelerating through the
obscurity,
Relinquishing its grand,
celestial habitation,
To dissolve into a ephemeral,
luminous fragment.
Conflagrating magnificently
across the absolute infinity,
It manifests with fierce,
unadulterated dedication,
Exchanging its permanent,
prehistoric illumination,
To bestow an instantaneous
warmth upon our souls.
For what is preservation
within the remote cosmos,
Juxtaposed against this
singular encounter in your
presence?
I would joyfully witness the
ancient firmament
disintegrate,
To participate in this fleeting,
majestic trajectory.
Like that radiant anomaly, I
surrender my entirety,
Content to completely
dissipate, if our devotion
remains absolute.
A QUESTION OF STYLE
a sovereign
literary
occurrence
magnificently
survival
of
inner
values
now
rediscovered
heyday
prospering
creations
inwardly-looking
characteristics
ecstatic
fragrant
synaesthesia
of
simultaneous
senses
initiated
possibilities
Adorable Dora went for a mani,
insisted of course on matching her dress.
How she felt magnificently dapper and regal
in her green velvet, walking high like noblesse.
Soon was it she remembered
that her closet was bare to the bone
and this was the only green
that she owned.
( Referring to Pablo Picasso's painting "Dora Maar with Green Fingernails" )
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i'd just come in and made a cup of tea.
ten minutes later, i went to admire my work by the front window
that's when i saw him
he'd already made a start
he had pulled up the windscreen wipers
sponge and bowl full of bubbly water
fast-paced doesn't do it justice
washing, with mischief and energy
magnificently grotesque; a cunning, vacant expression
did i trigger this?
is this a coincidence?
i wanted to go and ask him
i went through the imagined conversation
but i couldn't do it
and i watched him groom the taillights
my wife hadn't noticed how clean our car was
i sulked at dinner, eating my
emotionally abused peas
AUGUST DAYS
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Air is heavy with the scent of ripened fruit.
August days, like golden coins, disappear as quickly as a pirate’s loot.
The trees, nature's own cathedral, stand tall and still,
their leaves, a rustling hymn, to the whispers of the wind's will.
August's heat, a fiery passion, ignites the soul,
preparing us for fall, the season of abundance we often extol.
August's nights, a velvet cloak, wrap the world in shade,
a time for dreams and magic, when the stars are magnificently displayed.
The fireflies, like tiny lanterns, light the way,
as crickets serenade, clicking their legs together—their mating cliché.
August, a month of earthy wonder and enchantment,
one that is transformative and transient, filled with seasonal contentment
picasso's lines are effortless
he makes it look too easy
to be gifted with such talent
is absolutely magnificently crazy
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I could see clearly
The miracle of a flower
My whole life change
Since day one I plant it
It grows to mature
I silently observe
Tender and care continuously
Till it produce its own flower
Bloom magnificently and beautifully
I'm amaze by its transformation
From the ground up.
Trash, garbage, waste, refuse, flotsam, debris…
So many terms for what we agree
is unneeded, unwanted, eminently disposable
From a putrid seed humans hail
~ magnificently growable
The tree looked magnificently gaudy.
I gave and received some offbeat gifts.
Some were expected; others highly inappropriate.
We snacked on strange potato chip dip and orange chocolate.
Baby Jesus was covered in tinsel, ribbons, and the aroma of honey-dipped ham.
Meaningless thoughts drift slowly across my mind
Surrounded by bright gray and ebony sky.
Magnificent desolation envelopes me.
No perceived horizon,
All is calm, devoid of
Air, wind, and rain.
I breathe and take in
The stark beauty of a pristine
Celestial world.
Undisturbed and powdered beneath my feet
The cratered landscape reminds me
That I am an intruder,
In a realm unfamiliar
But majestically beautiful.
Magnificently barren orb,
Glowing, mysterious
Forever our neighbor
Our stoic satellite,
The Moon.
Stately in form and poise,
Swimming, so beautiful,
So magnificently
She moves, without effort,
Soft feathers gleaming white,
Serene in the sunset.
Stunning all who see her.
My thoughts of this world lie troubled and profound
As I pause drenched in the golden hues of copper fields
Stretched to the limit of the bronzed horizons that crowned
Beaming with the aspiration of assured hope revealed
As the sun wraps reverently all around
Where old familiars have settled to retreat
I have come where tranquility and serenity abound
Looking for a place of peace
I stand uplifted by a fabled tree of legendary rhyme
That laid its roots sublimely patterned in story
To furrow richly in the swelling soil of time
Gently resting within its landscape’s glory
It grew ever so magnificently
Harvesting the goodness of adaptation
In perfect unison with nature's severity
Relinquished in the passing of generations
Strong and textured with roughness and age
From the scars of hardship it dwells
In its simplicity and synchronicity-a musical page
A soothing lullaby-a song of peace and farewell
And in that golden light I am reminded we must
In a world amid calamity, despair and strife
Find ourselves in this place of calmness and trust
Amidst gardens of hope glowing with harmonious life
Dedicated to Elena Eagle
My Daughter
On the Closing of Oakland A’s Stadium
9/26/2024
~ ~ ~
Your Grandpa is right there next to you,
Cheering on the A’s, with a beer or two!
Down from the skies of Heaven, he flew.
To be with his Grandaughter, feeling so blue!
He sees all the wonderful things you do,
For your family, you are magnificently true.
Proud of his smart grandson, six foot two,
And your husband, who’s been true to you.
He knows so well you will cry this Fall day,
When the A’s stadium, closes, their last play.
He wants you to not feel any deep dismay,
For the Oakland A’s will play yet another day.
Grandfather loves so you very, very much.
He came to earth for you to feel his touch!
Grandfather loves the great England bunch.
Eddie, he says will be in the MLB, Grandpa’s hunch!
9/30/2024
There was a lady named Joan of Arc.
Who, so sadly, was lit by a spark.
It's too bad that she died,
but let's see the bright side.
She magnificently glowed in the dark.
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