Valentine’s straddling bikes, hiking it to the mall.
Youthful and carefree; passing trees in revelry,
as the sun plays peekaboo through its leaves.
Half a heart, each. Each pounding the busy streets.
A flirty wind blows her hair; his face valentine-red.
Valentine’s carefree peekaboo - half flirty.
The Bald Eagle circled above the crowd
They gathered for an eclipse party!
People set up their chairs outside
as they waited for a special solar eclipse
Slowly, the moon moved into the light
as the sun played peekaboo from behind it
The moon continued to hide the sun from us
A breeze started to blow, temperature dropped
Then it was like dusk all around at 98 percent
A rare occurrence at 3:30 in the afternoon!
Bright light reached outward, upon sun's return
It's face spreading a smile straight from the sky
While the moon left its meeting, it said, goodbye!
Heidi Sands
1/9/24
(C)opyright
There is a poets avatar
Here on Poetry Soup
That l just adore
As it's such a “hoot hoot!”
Each time l see it
Without fail it makes me smile
With its peekaboo look
Such a cute inquisitive style
The sweetest face
That would never scowl
It just tugs at my heart
“Little Peekaboo Owl”
Indigo peekaboo flowers
Thriving after April showers
Showing me your calming powers
Relaxing finally after hours
Loving you so much my dainty flowers
Today, the long lost sun plays peekaboo,
prodding patches of snow to evaporate.
Green tinges on trees faintly accentuate
bare branches with a halo effect in view.
Yawning yellow daffodils nod and protrude,
after egregiously succeeding to navigate
winter weather alerts sent to intimidate.
Tornadoes rage in April's snowstorms too.
Lackadaisical plant growth from lack of light
fosters fortuitous environmental confusion.
Steady streams of daylight spurn roots to incite
trees and flowers to bloom almost overnight.
Animals shedding winter fur is not an illusion.
Awaiting spring tends to aggravate and delight.
April 7, 2018
Italian/Petrachan Sonnet
Rhyme - abbaabba cdccdc
peekAboo
by James Edward Lee Sr.
You run and hide standing behind the walls of deception
Open up the windows unveil blinds of the blind-eye open closed
Mystery demons visits visions in my daydreams
11/22/17
Staring at the moon
An intoxicating view
A slice of heaven
by Daniel Turner
Fifth floor walk-up, light is fading,
lamp is lit, the curtains stay pulled back;
loose-limbed and limber like a tiger
set to spring she's geared up for
the evening's entertainment.
Hungry eyes in mirrored windows watching,
palms sweaty and expectant.
She's on her mettle,
going through her game plan
with a slow and sensual grace,
puddling her garments
and purring like a cat,
her pulse is racing!
The flutter of her heartbeat
and the shortness of her breath
betray the depth of her excitement.
She draws the drapes,
the game is done, yet her vanity
still cries for validation.
Fifth floor walk-up, light is fading,
lamp is lit, the curtains stay pulled back;
loose-limbed and limber like a tiger
set to spring she's geared up for
the evening's entertainment.
Hungry eyes in mirrored windows watching,
palms sweaty and expectant.
She's on her mettle,
going through her game plan
with a slow and sensual grace,
puddling her garments
and purring like a cat,
her pulse is racing!
The flutter of her heartbeat
and the shortness of her breath
betray the depth of her excitement.
She draws the drapes,
the game is done, yet her vanity
still cries for validation.
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