AUGUST DAYS
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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
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
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 off beat gifts
some wanted others highly inappropriate
we gorged on strange dips and orange chocolate.
Wishing you a happy birthday, tinseled Jesus
now blow out those candles into your wish.
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.
the artist’s strokes were magnificently slashed onto a canvas
inspired by his girlfriend, a free spirited woman
whose love of nature and color
brought his art to fruition
she had added such joy to his life
and now to his life’s work
An ethereal lady visiting us!
She arrives magnificently dressed
In white silky laces, and exquisite silver jewellery,
Glistening and glittering, in a light feathery gown.
She breezes in dancing and prancing around the trees,
But gradually her angelic silhouette gets blurred
By a luminous veil - her dainty slender figure
Becoming translucent to our eyes...
With her celestial magic wand, she turns the tall
Evergreens gorgeously adorned with
Shimmering snow-pellets, each snowflake reflecting
Elation and ecstasy concealed and crystallized!
In toiling times
the resilient state
of self-discipline
connects conscience
with perennial precept
in the algorithm of being
with ego abandoned
the meaning of life
measured emotionally
with essence quotient
of inspiring insight
defines the transcendence
of enigmatic existence
harmoniously enshrined
within the latent
human distillate.
Buoyant beyond
the storm of strife
convivial calmness
flows flawless
with composed current
of sensuous sentiment
submerging surge
of lavish love
and
embalming empathy
spread suffused
with optimistic opulence
on restored shore
of serene soul
unwavering mind
trussed secured
with scrupulous roots
of sanctified psyche
the thwarting thrust
of negative sensitivity
fades in sanguine air
blows away
the base instincts
in the wisdom wind
of ethical acuity.
With moral fiber
of positive passion
consciously creative
innovative mind
weaves the tapestry
of timeless acumen
embedded enmeshed
within motionless motif
of inner bliss
in the frame
of placating prudence
the art of living
manifests magnificently
the masterpiece.
I believe this might be my 2nd
Dooms day poem.
In the bright of day brown grass
Dead trees
Tulips
Daisies
Lilies
Roses
Carnations
All flowers dead
Bombs bombs bombs
Boom boom BOOM!
March comes in
LET ME BEGIN AGAIN
in the bright of day
June comes soon
No more WAR!
it was such a chore but
Better clearer days ahead galore!
Roses new carnations too
Infact all flowers are magnificently
Alive! And in TUNE THEY BLOOM.
sun is shine like life look the love!
In the bright of day
Come what may!
Every child is filled with laughter
They sigh and twirl rambunctiously
Giggling more laughter HAPPILY
EVER AFTER!
12/12/2023
STROKE THE HEART, IGNITE THE FLAME
I went on a heathered journey to his heart.
So passionately anxious was I to depart.
To his welcoming mountain cabin in the woods.
I walked through the fresh snow, as best I could.
Where a warm, welcoming, fireplace awaited me.
Through the falling snow I could barely see.
His most alluring shadow on a shade I did see.
Only a few more steps, to be wrapped in those arms
that winter, magnificently.
The table was set with utter perfection.
Quickly, I entered,nearly running in his direction.
No time for useless chit-chat at all, now.
The candles flickered our shadows on the wall, oh wow!
Oh, night of passion’s amberness, truly divine,
two magical lovers, intertwined.
A kingdom of tenderness, when I was fully thine.
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