Barking Madly at the Shore
The early morning wakes to find
the sun struggling above the horizon,
offering what warmth it can,
to a shivering sweep of sky
that is blue with cold.
Below, the sea whispers secrets,
playfully licking at the shoreline
while litter starts to sprint the beach
and jigsaw pieces of cloud
slowly smudge-grey the sky.
Before long, the sea has gained
a mischievous glint in its watery eye
and is barking madly at the shore
as it sends waves to froth and foam
around a finger of lighthouse.
As the day ages, the sea rhythms on
while distant ships slip and slide by
and the occasional winged seagull,
like a torn piece of white paper,
is ripped from the scene.
Eventually as a distant hand
throws darkness all around,
the lighthouse can be seen
silvering the moonless sea;
a detective on its latest case.
Ian Souter
This look in my eyes is all i have sometimes.
The fact that she can see my soul and I'm grateful.
Those times they see a revealing fear
that turns into a fearless drive.
she will see what i have is hers
she will see a want for greatness that i need her to be apart of
A yielding smile
A glance of gleam
A bounce full of joy
A glaring vison and dream
She's chaotic
Vigorous and playfully vicious
Unpredictable and all wound up
Safely zealous, energetic and always driven
In spite of my limits
I found what moves me so
The love of a woman
Good, true and grace in bond
I challenge myself to stay challenged
As the sun slips behind the horizon
my mind slips behind my courage
all my best moments are with her
She's chaotic
Vigorous and playfully vicious
Unpredictable and all wound up
Safely zealous, energetic and always driven
She's all i can take and I'm glad
third eye to crown becomes a seamless whole
thus the concept of chakras is destroyed
we playfully go about our life role
shining as pure consciousness unalloyed
vibrant in aloneness in the vast void
witnessing, noticing, celebrating
hum of kundalini unabating
Autumn’s breath playfully teases
and does what it pleases
to her already mussed-up hair
as she swears it isn’t fair
to go to the dance
looking for romance
while the beauty queen
enters the scene
getting all the wow
posing for photos under the bough.
Little Ricky grew up quite nice
and all the girls would like to entice
him to perhaps grab a kiss
like some wanton miss
forgetting her manners,
becoming a seducing enchanter~
Autumn’s breath like fine wine
teases young lovers to entwine~
Now her daddy is planning
a shotgun wedding.
our focus playfully shifts anywhere
although in truth it goes nowhere at all
for all is one when polarities pair
soundless thunder breaking down every wall
where all that then remains is a bliss squall
in which as living light we stand erect
our vision clear and our soul’s stance perfect
Last night I dreamt of doing a challenge
Driving to the bottom of a lake
Twice without a breath
As I started down into the deep
I realized it would be much smarter
To use a depth finder first.
Realizing my obvious folly
I swam for the surface as hard as I could
But ended up needing a breath
Before I got there.
In the morning I see this is a symbolically
Deep dream of exploring the unconscious
Naively and playfully thinking it will be fun
Only to realize, too late
That it is instead filled with the unknown
Potentially bottomless.
(8/11/26)
from outside looking in
from inside looking out
polarities thus rotated
we playfully go about
The tempo of the music
adds energy to the rhythm of the night,
and the pulse of warm blood rushing through sinewy veins.
The mixture of perspiring bodies,
cheap perfume, and tepid whiskey adds a pungent aroma
that permeates even the tattered tablecloths.
The scene, obscured by dimness
and a haze that slowly envelops the dusty paper lanterns,
gives the room an eerie ghost-like glow.
Writhing, creeping forms
undulate, moving sensuously
to the repeated thumping of resonating bass strings.
The soulful melody of the saxophone
weaves its way over, around and through the crowd
as it playfully caresses the thick air.
Remote conversations and laughter
mix with bold encouragements from the crowd
as a lone dancer, with little effort, executes her sexy, sultry moves.
A breeze blows, ever so slightly,
as the door opens and more revelers enter the stifling room,
the lanterns swaying in the breeze.
A thin shaft of moonlight slowly creeps across the bare floor
as the aroma, the haze and the music
waft through the opening and into the rhythm of the night.
tree-tops gently sway
sun playfully glitter light
leaves frolic with glee
High on cat nip
you are a grey and white swirl
of tangled long hair
chasing your tail
jumping playfully onto the kitchen rug
for a magic carpet ride
I spin you non-stop
till you roll off
paw to knee
begging for more
Kitsuko huh?,
Of course she’s special,
Before her first few poems,
She was just another little voice,
A voice I pushes so deep to hide from,
Another voice I held deep love yet Animosity for,
That day she came to me like another giddy girl,
“TOHRU TOHRU what’s a poem?”
She asked innocently and I shrugged,
To just point to her heart and laughed playfully,
And replied,
“The voice of your heart”
I said as I turned to the sun,
Question after question she kept asking,
Like a another nuisance I’d push away but didn’t,
Something about her questions I’d saposed,
Poem after Poem she’s grew to become so strong,
She’s manifested to such a charming being,
Line after line it’s like she’s dragging me,
From the miserable “Tohru Morningstar”
To some joyous princess set free from her cage,
It’s as if with Evry pice of wiring made,
She would be dragging me on a date,
A date with every last one consisting of one thing,
A slow ballroom dance with me in her arms,
As she hold me close and comforts me,
From my pain,
From all my agony,
From all my traumas,
Holding me close like something precious.
-Kitsuko Dragonstar
sweet spring awakens earth from winter sleep
with bold shouts of color playfully laid
on flowers, chirping birds and butterflies~
for you the elder willows will still weep,
and here in softness of the springtime glade
our nature's own dear Mother will advise
those who come with heavy heart’s hopeless pleas,
those whose love of life has been sudden frayed
by winter's last cold storm in human guise~
now you may take ease
storms have made you wise.
May is green and pink and red.
~Richard L. Ratliff
May dresses herself for coming fun,
does and fawns playfully run,
sheep and lambs in wooly coats
baa and bleat their musical notes,
the hummingbirds flit and flutter
while grandmas in the garden putter~
springtime is filled with promise,
rain is soft and wind not pompous~
blossoms pink and flowers mellow
tell me I’m a lucky fellow.
Preserving what's best in us
Is, Lord of Heaven
But to reanimate it
Child's born with spirit.
Merrier for that wild fire
Your home above then.
Brightest of loosed energy!
Earth's! Leapt playfully.
Tesekkürler
Have you ever pondered your value?
Asking sincerely about your worth
Placing importance on a thank you
Playfully with words referring to your birth
You may ask simply what is the meaning?
Based on what is being written here
It's a poetic celebration of well-meaning
Referring to you because you're dear
The earth was blessed on that given day
Having been gifted someone truly special
Daily joy even on days that may seem gray
Always with your presence totally on the level
You make things truly better and whenever
Even on the days that you don't think so
Life becomes a smile with just a "whatever"
I just wanted you to understand and know
Forever thankful for you, even if your eyes begin to roll
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