Gold and ruby droplets
dripped
from the park's trees
that had once
glowed in green.
I drove along
the Cottonmill road
as I pulsated
with Autumn's bloodstream.
Summer's heat
was a dimming memory
as Autumn painted
fresh stories
with God's colors.
I pulled out
of the park
as nature's canvas
labored behind me.
two bluejays
claim the bench~
cobalt sentinels
perched
on quiet wood
they tilt
their bright crowns
toward the mist-warm sky,
listening
as leaves
l o o s e n
their last
amber sigh
the park
feels paused,
held
in the bluebirds’
calm regard~
as if autumn
waits
for their small
approval
before
f
a
l
l
i
n
g
further
We often take for granted
What’s familiar in our world,
Without the need to wave the flag
We rarely have unfurled.
Yet tourists sometimes help us see
How fortunate we are.
By looking through their eyes we know
How high we’ve set the bar.
I spent the day in Central Park,
New York’s most precious jewel,
Though many locals get there
Not too often, as a rule.
Our visitor from out of town,
Amazed at all the trees,
Made me recognize the beauty
Landscaped perfectly to please.
The shady walks, musicians
And the turtles in the pond,
Plus the people-watching chances
Took us to a place beyond
All the urban sights we pass each day,
Infusing them with magic.
Taking Central Park for granted
Is not very short of tragic.
A LEAKY DAY AT THE PARK
In the park, a dog ran to urinate at a tree
If I did that, they would come and arrest me:-
Damn dog barked and ran away:
He really peed me off that day:-
Hey, I had to walk as far as two blocks to pee:-
big dogs and small dogs
pattern changes everyday
dog park stays the same
Children's giggles, the melody I enjoy.
Glowing faces, the golden era of joy.
Their moms shout, the sun sets,
music stops—a break from hearing, "YAYAYA OUT".
Sometimes the genre shifts;
a deep convo between lovers hits.
Some cries, some smiles,
an emotional roller coaster,
a compilation of human files.
The dogs run, the air's fresh.
People exercise, talk about mesh,
share their pain, resolve them,
take the energy, smile—worth a gem.
The old tales hymns everywhere.
The grandpa reminisces about his prime time,
misses those people he still cares.
Sad one sits, prays to God.
Life's a movie I have watched.
Car park in the blanket of darkness.
Highlife fights the night.
Felix checks time.
“Twenty-three girls now,” he says.
Between eighteen and twenty-five, good.
Oseh pockets phone.
“Seven more. Thirty will do.”
Die-hard girls to convince the scared.
“Well-protected on this journey,”
Felix lies, or believes.
Motel lights hide trafficking.
John’s house is one prison.
This car park is the next.
What blew up, and as soft
For its suggestion
Lady's, shyest, shivery-nerved
Months ago hereon
To set out respond as such now
Pushed, provocative.
Know that lout! The hand thereof!
Autumn. Falls contrive.
Go the ball Park,
To better figure things out.
Go to the ball park,
To meet people who play ball.
Go to the ball park,
To learn how to park smarter.
Go to the ball park,
To see value in your kids.
.
"take'er edvard"
back
but eve
"((back))"
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*jamez...i mean edvard;
we're all funny ')> (like that)
.
yost
different uv
timez
thuh day
*shez spell'd with the
astute think
('tiz not she'z <]')
A visit to the dentist
once filled me with fear
Vain hopes that my mouth
and lower mandible might disappear...
Startled by the whine of the drill
~ had I checked my last testament and will
I think I’ll sit here a while
The ground could vanish
Say something outlandish
And I’d stay right here
And not move a muscle
This is my bench
It’s perfectly crafted
Devoid of any stench
I made it myself
Catered to me
It’s quiet and peaceful
Or at least it seems to be
The wood is all mine
I can trace with my finger
All the little lines of age
I’m glued to this bench
Is what I will tell you
When they ask me for something
Give me a task to do
I’ll stay right here
Until the day starts anew
Musicians of the land, wise voices, songs of life
Sharing life and love, melody of spring, new tale
I'm just sitting on the bench, sad memories, tears
Friends, the singing birds of Fryent Country Park
Oh, my friends! humans and birds! How I love this place!
My friends are all natural beings here. Trees, bushes, flowers!
wild animals, the clouds, the wind, the sky! The light! My life!
Here is life. The truth. Helps always
I am sad when I came
Happy when leaving
I feel the breath of life again
Fresh air gives a new heart
Delete all my pain, or just kill the pain
Oh, God, thank you for this nature
I start to feel again. Switched off a long time ago
Park, Fryent Country Park. Ancient medicine
Thank you this afternoon
Thank you for the breath
Thank you, birds, trees
Thank you, sun and friends!
“More often.” Said Satan
What? I don't understand
“Go there.” Answered Satan
Why?
“The bird.”
a quiet crescent of wood
leans into the drifting dusk,
guides footsteps toward stillness~
holding night’s soft peace
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