Ultraviolet hues
in purple skies
and the turquoise waves
bow in admiration...
Here,
there are different ones,
lives beneath the tranquil
waters of a
coral reef.
A plethora of
color burst flora and fauna,
secreting itself from
prying eyes...
Protectorate of the inland's;
promoting life
in Gaia’s womb.
Sadly,
the thing it protects
the most,
land and its dwellers;
disregard such
majesty;
being taken for granted,
proof that humans
are not by any means,
the most,
intelligent life.
Categories:
protectorate, appreciation, beach, nature, ocean,
Form: Free verse
A Chauvinistic Ode
Written: by Tom Wright
1999
In days of old,
When Knights were bold,
And shuddered at the thought of laundry;
You could look around,
And nowhere was found,
A Knight such as me in this quandary;
But that olden day,
When Knights had final say,
Was before N.O.W. appeared on the scene;
Now the Maids dictate,
While Knight's vociferate,
It's a rock and our armor we're between.
Then, young maids would shriek,
As they trouped to the creek,
To beat clothes between two rocks;
It now sounds real sad,
But surely wasn't that bad,
Because then Knight's didn't wear socks.
However, in those Medieval days,
On her Knight she'd heap praise,
Her protectorate and true bread winner;
But now from work she returns,
And for yesteryear yearns,
Greeted by, "Sugar Plum, What's for dinner"?
Categories:
protectorate, funny, humor,
Form: I do not know?
You came when I needed an etheric friend,
though I never knew you in life.
An angelic guardian I see in dreams.
You died just before I was born yet,
it feels like we've spent a lifetime together.
Protectorate, eternal spirit, arriving when needed;
an infinite connection.
Cartoonist that you are;
in childhood, I knew you as a giant panda bear,
my invisible playmate after grandma died.
You understood just what my
child-mind needed to heal.
Others only labeled me a,
“weird child”.
You inspired me and gave me hope.
To you I attribute my imagination and creativity;
from you I inherited my love of the arts.
Now, astral visits give birth to fresh ideas.
Being an adult should never be boring,
grownup or set stagnant.
If “faith is believing”, then I am rich.
I believe in spirit and soul.
Yes, you came when I needed a friend
and now I believe I can truly be me;
without the condemnation and judgments of others.
You came and you gave me…
back to me.
Categories:
protectorate, emotions, imagery, inspiration, people,
Form: Prose