Salty teeth gushing into a cantaloupe
pirouetting around banana heliotropes ~
Outshining in a sadness so tightly concealed
leaving no sunbursty-sickness to be revealed ~
Beachy days filled with pivoting mangroves
kissing me into a tropical lust of serenity ~
Wrinkling my verses in its sandy paradise,
praising my pearled pen in an oceanic sacrifice ~
A mango muse dancing in an aquamarine lush,
piñacoladas pampered lovingly with blush!
Parakeets squeak me wanderlust stares,
sunburn roasting my cheeks into a fiery flair
Does it bother me? not at all, not a care
I am here, in the now, gyrating above...
into a homesick sweetness of summerness love ~
Still stands the night,
an immovable mountain.
A light snowfall of moonlight
on its exposed terrain.
An isolated star shimmers and shakes
its avalanche of brilliance,
outshining myriads of lesser snowflakes
that adorn the night’s somnolence.
In the lee of this mountain,
amongst taupe shadows deep,
three riders their clutches tauten
halting their steely steeds, while other men sleep.
Their chill- wizened faces
look up to the sky
whilst blind night embraces
the three Magi.
Through centuries they’ve travelled
like astronauts through space
though men still hadn’t unravelled
the first mystery that had taken place
on the outskirts of this beleaguered city.
They gaze at the star questioning:
was man ready for the immensity
of the Second Coming?
The frosty light of the star
then started to melt and wane.
It was too soon for the avatar,
the world was still profane.
They re- revved their machines
and set off into orbit exquisite.
Astronomers observing the dying sheen
said t’was a star of hope that surely would revisit.
brilliant coworker
exceptionally silent
never has to brag
quiet employee
morbidly unassuming
outshining others
When neutron stars collide they
unleash immense energy plasma
jets, creating conditions extreme
enough to produce heavy elements
like gold, A single collision can
generate gold equivalent to several
Earth masses, outshining entire
galaxies in the process;
An armageddon of brilliance
may well one day fill the heavens
the blinding age of enlightenment
in the end as neutron stars collide ~ I fear a great healing old nick
hell shalt get a golden sarcophagus ~ several thousand miles thick
said god to satan arc welding his eyes ~ with plasma rich alchemic
Watching & waiting while in hiding
and faking
Views for the taking but unaware
what is waiting
Freezing & shaking but is it fear or
its weather?
Snapshots for the taking posing for
them cuz it's clever
Good best & better to shy away
from the faking
Shade is made by the sun but it's
above what it's making
Shaking what has been rooted
leaving behind hollow winds
Seeds will grow from your efforts
toward the sky lose or win
Unoriginal in sin as we have seen
this before
Jumping the broom of timelines
looking for knobs on the door
Turning in bed with a snore as if
you've slept through the test
Sleepy & lost in a dream snoozing
on good better best
Picture a snap at its best frozen
in moments of time
Painting a picture in jest with a
stoic face like a mime
Mimicking raps like a mime with
painted face like a canvas
The dry humor so wet that only
fish understand it
Above thee underhanded so keep
the slightest of hand
Close to the vest like a secret
ducking birds on their Stan
Peacock with a colorful stance
with truth outshining the lies
Your essence shines like the sun
& this is what is despised
On a freaky Friday night
Right in the scene
I was caught drinking
My father's beer
Smoking his cigarettes.
While listening curiously
My parents favorite song.
They traveled for a tour
They're not coming soon
I was dancing and drinking
Smoking and shouting
Singing a loud the lyrics
With all energy brimming
Outshining the original artist of the song.
Suddenly I felt a hard knock
It was my parents
Was frightened instantly
My mom exclaimed
Like father like son
My dad screaming
Boy you're too young for this.
On a freaky Friday night
Right in the scene
I was caught drinking
My father's beer
Smoking his cigarettes.
While listening curiously
My parents favorite song.
They traveled for a tour
They're not coming soon
I was dancing and drinking
Smoking and shouting
Singing a loud the lyrics
With all energy brimming
Outshining the original artist of the song.
Suddenly I felt a hard knock
It was my parents
Was frightened instantly
My mom exclaimed
Like father like son
My dad screaming
Boy you're too young for this.
Intriguing hollow log
Boyhood, sunshine, smiling
Slippery, slimy frog
Summer days whiling
On undulating grass -
Beauty so beguiling
Cloudy memories, alas,
You, outshining fog -
My bonnie lass
Amid colorful roses, and lovely dahlias, within a garden,
I found my space in a corner, a wildflower bred by no one,
Though my mistress wished to uproot me as a weed, I was firmly grounded.
My roots so tangled didn’t come off easy, and I refused to budge an inch.
So, I was allowed to be there amid the other plants.
When she watered her garden, I absorbed some aqua molecules like a sponge.
When she manured her plants, I drew nourishment like a famished child.
When butterflies befriended lovely flowers, I stayed silent,
with a secret craving for an amorous moment.
When the season came, I burst into bloom, outshining all other flowers.
Yes, I am an Anemone resembling close to Poppy or Dogwood.
On my delicate stem, I am cradled by the lullaby of the wind.
Now I stay so confident, smile so easily, and laugh without care.
I can grow where I like, you cannot tame me, I am a wildflower…!
If I were a lake and you were a lotus
Would you think yourself too small to be noticed?
Or would you open your petals to me
Blossoming boldly and brilliantly
To rival the stars that heaven bestowed us
Outshining them all if you were a lotus?
If I were a lotus and you were a lake
Would you dance with me in the white swan’s wake?
Would you keep me afloat through storm and flood
Would you love me if I were still just a bud
Help me to grow and bloom and partake
In the tenderest touch if you were a lake?
“Let yourself be silently drawn by the strange pull of what you really love. It will not lead you astray.” Rumi
Life can be an incomplete glossary,
speech a haunting ghost,
in search of a perspicuous poem -
to express unspoken thoughts.
I remember when she said,
"Cue me poetry"
So, I became her perpetual poet,
engraving sweet soulful words
upon her bitter spiritless lips.
Fate had turned her into the Queen of Darkness,
but my heart glows in the dark.
Together we illuminated like a trillion twinkling stars,
outshining the enigmatic effervescent moon.
Her essence infused a refreshing presence,
like morning sunshine after a night of rain.
Slowly she became a pilgrim of my poetry,
and I, a sojourner lost within her soul.
As I wandered through her secret chapters,
my word weaving revealed her book of scars,
each drop of ink resembling her tepid tears.
Each vexatious verse purified through
a catalyst of catharsis, healed her wounds.
We are like quill and scribe,
vowels complimenting consonants,
completing an impeccable vocabulary -
without her there is no muse.
I unbox my faux Christmas tree, a tradition every year,
Adorned with baubles, lights, and festive cheer,
In the living room, presents beneath its boughs,
A holiday aura, a delightful vow.
My daughter opts for a real Spruce so divine,
Decked in finery, outshining mine,
Alpine scent wafts, a winter's sweet reprieve,
Snowy visions, Christmas Eve.
Around the lake on a cool, cloudy day,
Live trees adorned in hues, a picturesque display,
Birds chirp, lively ornaments on display,
Geese, swans, egrets in festive play.
Rain or shine, the tree stands bold,
A beacon of goodwill, a tale untold,
No shining lights, no silvery attire,
Yet, an aura of happiness, a radiant fire.
weary
Deep in warm wine
Outshining russet moon
Glazed in the glow of honey glass
Gold breeze
Drifting
Along the flood
Of wilted summer smiles,
While my sky sings in the fall of
Silence
Wandering out of place long since this morn.
Wishing on the moon to just be reborn.
A beginning anew healing past scorn.
Then came the dawning day ... pushing the clouds away,
And the stars at their play ... to meet the sunny ray.
About midday with the heavens above
Was so much more than I ever dreamed of.
Thanks to the shadows who gave me a shove.
Reunites a brother ... not unlike the other.
I, born to another ... she, my midnight mother.
Am I welcome, like the rose with a thorn,
To be beaming my smile once gone astray?
Outshining darkness, a labor of love
Risen from deep down no need to smother.
Pen over paper
Over your body is a caper
Exhibits a clapper
Twists like a rapper
Rendition of a writer
Your style peps and ponder
Soup that heals not wither
Outshining like a saber
Unleash your power
Power of poetry... in you!
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