slow sip
creamy mud skin
under heartbeats speeding —
my taste echoing words of heat
airs lift
swallow
morning kiss
on bright mug's brim,
smokescreen operation
breathless
Now contemplating mourning the hypnotizing hues
Seeing life passed me by illuminating the given blues
Walking the winding fossolic paths with God in mind
Remembering the dreams of the night still to find
In thy head theory bequeaths the imagery to surrounding
The view - sunrises in my very buried womb - binding
Missing it relishing a blue sky beauteous be
Memoirs - the writes as the day by goes to see
The blues they too inspire the mood also of the soul
Still in the head the reflections, those moody blues indeed
Take a toll!
MOODS OF RETROSPECTION-:-
vertginuously
orientation
cultivated
focused
interest
on FUTURE OCCASIONAL GOALS
isolate
dialogue
phenomena
prompting
variety
with POSITIVE POSSIBILITY
recognising
utter
certain
new
beginnings
Indicative fact:
The quarterback got sacked
Imperative demand:
Carolyn, please hold my hand!
Subjunctive wish:
If I were Irish…
Delicious winds blew questions
out of my contemplating hands.
I saw pieces, cloud caught,
sink inside soft, puffy mounds.
Without a why, I cried on
hard but receptive land.
What I sensed my faith knew,
I would never understand.
When feeling partly cloudy
my attitude loses melody.
Opaqueness gathers aerosol
particles of confusion.
Moods must self-forage while
ponderings wander to confer
with logic's billowing haze.
This is ever the system when
intuition shush-whispers truth.
moods have varied styles
feelings fashion posing lips -
faces own wardrobes
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The Sun’s soft light,
Filtering through my sheer bright,
Caresses my skin in tender delight.
Then scorching rays, fierce and undone,
Crack the soil beneath the Sun —
No crops endure, no life to thrive.
A solar storm blazes in the sky,
Mr. Sun plays games up high —
Satellites fail, no signals survive.
Yet when Sun meets the droplets tiny,
He shatters them into hues so shiny —
A rainbow arcs across the horizon.
The Sun declares, “I can do this and more,
Never underestimate my core.
I am energy — bright and pure.”
My colors shift with every hour of the day—
most often brown, sometimes blue.
When fatigue sets in, I may turn yellow;
in moments of joy, I blush in shades of red.
I believed autumn had come when the cherry tree shed its leaves
and the flowers faded, even the hardy petunias nearing their end.
but a little water and fertilizer brought forth new colors:
white, red, pink, blue—each bloom reflecting my colors of the day.
Colors are reflection of my mood,
In the starry nights with black moon showing some life,
The silvery rays, shining stars, and stardust glow,
Makes my mind dazzle in the silvery glow.
In the winter snowy season,
Overwhelmed by snow and icicles around,
Although white prevails everywhere, joy and fun for many of us,
I would like to feel like a snowman, enjoying evergreen ferns, and a red carrot nose.
Lost and floundering in an unwholesome fog,
time stood still as if in a freeze-framed mental log;
roiling clouds swirled and hovered beneath the sun,
tangerine streaks sketched on the horizon.
Amazing was this view, and it calmed my fear.
Watching in slow motion, all became so clear;
it was the scribbling of an angel child,
one whose imagination ran wild.
Melting heavenly crayons were streaked and blotched;
they began to take on depth as I stood and watched.
Oh, how they lit up the landscape so!
I love this child, don't want him to go!
Simplicity's wonder all aglow in style,
I think I shall stay here and just watch for a while.
Perhaps there's a lesson here for me,
if I open my eyes to beauty.
Bright yellow sun, a stroke of noon’s delight.
Ice cold, red hot, a ravished tongue of spurs.
In moonlight serenade she scales the roof.
The darkling wine on lips — a sparkling feast.
Her rhizomic heart drum, in mystic beats.
The beast detests the prince of pomposity.
Cracked branches fall with weight from snow and ice
and eyes despise the madman’s gaze, above.
Her soft-hued dress resembles candlelight
And leave a stain, a heart in pain – yes, both.
(1)Blushing Daisies
(2) Ice Cold Red Hot
(3) Crumpled Sheets
(4)The Bellydance
(5) Bloodroot
(6) The Prince of Pomposity
(7) Weathered
(8) Death Overrules All Judgments Her on Earth
(9) Pretty Harvest
(10) Shooting Blanks
I watch a candle flame,
Steadily burning in my room,
In the darkened room,
Its shadows cast a spell of despair.
In a lighted room,
Stare into the steady flame,
Connect your mind with deep consciousness,
Spread your wisdom as candle flame spreads its light.
Sometimes, the flame flickers,
Like hesitations in our mind,
Shadows seem to be dancing on the walls,
Like the reflections of bygone past.
Once in a while, the flame wavers for a little,
Like sees the uncertain future around,
Ignores the deviations in mind,
Becomes the steady source of peace and joy.
If green, go share-- the room and bed,
Yellow, pillow separated,
If signal shows orange,
The bed is what you change,
Red, change the very room
To save your soul from doom,
As signals you must learn to dread.
Once counselled a marriage expert
Advising me to be alert.
But I do rather feel,
That a man should just deal
With red that might him the most hurt.
___________________________
Tongue-in-cheek |26.08.2024| Limerick, wife, marriage, mood
I'm raised in SoCal, calm weather agrees,
and you, from Boston, know weather, severe.
Our states of mind match these climates I fear.
Like Winter sadness, leaves fall from your trees,
and then I'm missing those green absentees.
Like Summer, a hot flare up may appear.
The reasons are celestially unclear.
Oh, how will I deal with moods such as these?
Deciduous trees, specialists in change -
variety and beauty they will bring.
These shifts do add the color to my life,
as days with you I would never exchange.
In Winter, I am sure there will be Spring,
and I'm happy that I made you my wife.
Everything in life is so unpredictable, even in nature.
Hopefully everything will turn out ok in the end!
Wishing you a wonderful day!
MOODS OF NATURE - WEATHER
The clouds suddenly go dark, gloomy and grey,
A rumble of thunder in the distance,
"We should take cover!" I say.
Electrifying!!! The lightening, lights up the sky,
The storm is definitely heading this way!
Crashing noises of anger,
The thunder now rages and roars,
Torrential rain,
The heavens start to pour,
Bouncing and dancing,
As the rain hits the floor.
People running quickly to hide inside,
Shivers start to run down my spine.
Looking anxiously for a shelter to find!
Heading for shops, cafes, joining the crowd,
CHANGE OF MOOD
Ten minutes later, we no longer hide.
The storm has quietened down,
People start to go back outside.
The sky is no longer raining tears,
People smile and look up towards the sky,
A bright coloured, magical rainbow appears!!!
How beautiful!! It brightens up our day,
We carry on and continue on our way!
Beautiful sound of the birds singing,
The trees and flowers gently dancing and waving.
Plants magically growing from seeds,
Dark coloured bark and green leaves on the trees.
The sun glowing so brightl,
A walk in the forest is such a delight,
Gentle breeze blowing through your hair,
So peaceful, you are glad to be there.
How many years have these trees been around??
Art in the fallen leaves on the ground!!!
Crackling noise when walking, hear the sound,
Many pretty pine cones can be found!!!
A walk in the forest, such a joy to see,
A woodland adventure, come and join me!!!
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