Eschewing the catastrophic world
towards a tranquil place, I headed;
The heavenly aroma spread around
transported my soul into a place astound
A place where the music was born
A place where dawn chorus begins
A place where the earth is adorned
A place where tranquillity just exists
A place where the purity still persists
A place where negativity resists to step in
The still water reflecting the moon round
Kindled the pleasing memories abound
Hues of cherubic green everywhere
I heard the whispers of Angels in the air
An angel sang lullaby
An angel turned into a damselfly
An angel narrated stories to the babies
An angel noted down the dandelion wishes
A cupid was busy uniting the bride and groom
Another one was playing under the mushroom
Haven't been to a place like this before
Never ever tried to open a mystical mind door
Glad I did it now at least
For my soul witnessed an idyllic place at last
30- March - 2024
Boom Bam
Get down, Get up
Thank you, ma'am
Riddle me that
Riddle me this
Where you at?
Full moon round
Sun up
Then it goes down
Flip Flop
Tick Tock
Soon it stops
When the dancing dew on the leave fall on ground,
It seems like shouts are coming out of shroud,
And this reminds me that winter is around.
When the way have mist and nobody is found,
The fragile heart beats high, and feelings seems drowned,
And this reminds me that winter around.
When the leave vanish and rain seems hound,
And the tree stand alone,it's face seems frowned ,
And this reminds me that winter is around,
When the mouth stuck and eyes make the sound,
And acquaintances seems precise with the moon round,
And this reminds me that winter is around.
Chasing the moon round and round,
Never catching a glimpse of you,
As darkness falls on my dewy ground
You're under a bright sky of crystal blue.
When Mars is shining in your dark sky
And Venus sparkles bright white,
The sun is shining in my tired eyes
From chasing Pluto all night.
When your Milky Way passes overhead,
And on Jupiter there's icy rain,
It fills my heart with pain and dread
Just to start the race again.
Chasing planets never ends.
Guess we'll always be "just friends".
By: Carole O'Terry Duet
Copyright: May 9, 2017
"All rights reserved"
(Shakespearean Sonnet)
The blue-grass music blares from speaker's face
as guys and gals entwine moon-round the floor,
she sits alone, ignores the dancers' pace
although her ears record the rhythm score.
He begged her love; he painted instant fame.
She nursed her song in dreams alive to wit,
she trusted him to give the verse her name,
and reasoned out they spun a perfect fit.
With traitor's greed intense, he stepped aside,
and claimed her song as his with no remorse.
He left her raw, his chest out-puffed with pride.
Disgraced, abased, her anger reinforced,
she writes another song, recounts the tale,
assured his star will now commence to pale.
i love the taste of the moon...
tangerine, compared to the metal taste
of the blistering noontime temperature.
and to inhale the embroidery of evening,
to me, is to be filled with soothing solace.
as one can see ...sneaking outside,
in the din of hours, to speak with her,
my moon--- round or sliced and concave---
has been a passage and ritual of mine
since I was a girl child.
and to chase this orb and know if she is
waxing or waning with my thirsty eyes,
i cling to her symphonies and silence
it is so, till I snuff out from this earthscape
if you see a butterfly maiden,
strolling the lines of a porch or street
in slit hours sometime before twilight...
it is simply me, once more, inhaling my moon
tasting this delicacy... this luna of beauty i need
as my daily passion and balm; lest i die
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Across the branched park spires, towers and chimneys
Deep shot green silk tablecloth, green velvety curtains
Olive green chairs, viridian green carpet , green walls
Streams criss-crossing form braids of light and water
A flurry of bat squeals fill the milky violet peaceful sky
Moon round mirror standing together two pale twins
Rain falling like petals leaves glistening like tinsel
Eyes flash A bowl of pot-pourri assails the senses
Cellist plays Beethoven's Opus 1number 3 Cminor
Black hair falling over her shoulders as she cradles
Familiar well-loved enchanting sound fills the room