Sun dog, sign.
Belladonna, breaker point, fine wine.
Deign? Design.
Grimace, Guelf, and Ghibelline.
Young? Yes.
Grind gears, golden guess.
Torment?
Foment... Wilt, flower.
Master of Fate!
Fortune, ply pace. Lower the rate.
Petrichor.
Soar, heart within. Love, adore.
Forge? Pore?
Abyss, chasm, gorge.
Ravine.
Stranger, thy mean scene.
Meter? Reader.
Bottle, classic cola, fast cars.
Greeter? Leader.
Out on Mars they counted stars ..
Codex.
Manual, inform.
Quahog.
Quagmire escape, ape.
Tympani, roll.
Backward black, somewhere in time.
Dole? O'er soul?
Cumbersome cucumber, coal.
Storm, reel.
Elysians, feel. Heal.
Night? Sight...
Hurry to do, seal.
O emptiness of space, thy harpsichords. Whole?
Panels out of place, looking-glasses smashed.
Bitter winds, thy frost. Sickness, dole, O soul.
Chaffy grain beneath the tired thresher slashed.
Turmoil, tamarisk tree. Toil? Thunderbolt.
Hated are the days of life gone dry. Why?
Reality thinned, then forgot how to fly.
Happy thoughts, lost. Cost? Harvest season molt.
Protection? None. Been and done. Sun? Hostile.
Yellow as eyes on a predator? Pill.
Alcohol, wormwood, erasure, vile vial.
Guns, thy salute. Funeral. Lunge, then still.
Ravine, out back and filled with water. Caught.
Animals afloat, belly up, life flew.
Grey old men, hope is a mystery. Clue?
Sparks, burned out and skittering. Fire, cold. Bought.
Doom, close in on all. Deliverance? None.
Stifled by Fate and Fortune? Withheld. New?
Nothing under the sun, scion. Red run.
Grasping fingers and a quill, quahog. Brew.
Wasteland, receive. Gold, far. Sandbar, choke. Smoke.
Poison, leap from serpent's fang. Deeply sunk.
Peril, everywhere. Round upward, time. Soak.
Continent, beneath water. Ocean, plunk.
Written: June 29, 2023
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Cockle, two hooves clung over a hundred brothers.
You discovered unmatched comfort such as no other.
An awl compiled your flight of stairs to a dynasty.
A lasting legacy of resilience and strength to foresee.
A hundred tides, over a thousand plovers of sunshine
You've witnessed a time journey and a legacy divine.
In the castanet you erected, you're overweight.
Memories are archived on a home limestone site.
Without us, you'd be as peaceful as dawn.
But we found your deeds, a ruby to fawn.
Witnessing your consciousness is a sight so rare.
As eyes leave your cheek, a glimmer, an affair
Saturn flashbulb lobes are viewed using a lens.
Stunning and appealing, transcendent loveliness
The snow breaks apart in a universe-wide ballet.
The rings are on exhibit; they are a marvelous display.
A motionless, tilted cap, a mark of your grace.
To learn how to leave things alone, embrace
Ocean Treasures A story underwater unfolds.
A quahog species, so ancient and bold.
Scanter hours of daylight during fall.
Without your grace, I’d not be here at all.
Lilies can smell dew in the countryside.
Sitting on the green and resting side-by-side.
The Quahog calm has a clear few worries.
For so long, a rock amid the din or hurries
He gets his thrills by screening krill.
One gram daily is his sinful thrill.
If nature calls, one must jump on the phone.
You can lose everything you own.
If you do not, you will miss your chance.
Or you will wet your pants from the circumstance.
The beauty of nature is publicly available.
Most men shun it solely, as it's predictable.
trees that were plunged and ridden.
Daily fauna injuries stay hidden.
Despite my wishes, I could not reach the moon.
Smoke over the sea rose too soon.
I must swap roses for weeds.
How love burns by planting seeds.
Our plates float and collide.
My failure threads tremble and chide.
making my shoulders shrug in unison.
While my oceans churn like a hooligan.
Written: October 31, 2022
the quahog clam shell
for chowder and wampum beads
...Iroquois treasure
8/17/2018
Eye, bye, sigh, die, guy, fly, rye, why.
Rhyming words.
I love them.
Tambourine, unseen, too lean, ugly mean,
Rhyming words.
Can’t get enough of them.
Bang, clang, dang, fang, gang.
Boo, hoo, Lucy Lu, True, Woo, moo, Goo…
Delightful.
Insightful.
Flashlight-ful.
Okay, maybe some of the words are made up,
But who can resist words like hup, sup, tup, and pup?
Befog, clog, quahog.
I could do this all day.
Zipper. Ripper. Slipper.
I am on a tear for real.
Peal, meal, heal, kneel, squeal, zeal…
This is making my day.
Hay, may, jay, tray, cray.
I’m really starting to play.
Squirrel, rural, hurl, swirl, twirl, girl, furl.
I can feel my eyes light up with glee.
Rhyming words make the world
Delightful for me.
Quahog burrows deep in mud …
By bubbles it’s betrayed …
“We’re gonna have a clam-bake!
Bring your waders and a spade!”
A quahog is a large and very tasty type of clam, native to the New England coastline.
The name will be familiar to all fans of "Family Guy" ...