planting tomatoes
hoping for a good harvest
good on salad dish
roses in full bloom
reds, yellows, pinks, whites, purples
dazzling display
Beautiful
Sexy
Intelligent
she rival's the
beauty of Hera
Profound she makes me
she excites me
she causes me
to need
she under the
Watchful eyes of
Thetis
I'm limited
to her
I long to be with her
In her I have found
my need
( sigh)
a strong performance
the complexity of
inspiration
when she puts me
to the side
I know
she's with another
the envy makes
me unravel my person
(sigh)
In her folly and willingness
to be with me
some how expresses
an interest
of loving together
love me forever
for ever and ever
together as one
portals of red hives
teeming with honey that thrives
sweeter than honey
reds
in hearts
beats in darts
feelings on hold
never crease or fold
beating untold
young or old
your heart
speaks
It is your birthday, you said
Me, pretending I forgot it
You wept when I said, "When is it?"
Your gift I swayed when you laid
I didn't mean to hurt you
When I asked what day that was
How special it is to you
Knowing I remember everything about you
You were leaving when I stayed in bed
I stood up and hugged you
You hugged me too
Kissed me and said, " You are the only one
who turns my heart red!"
The field stretched across the plains
like a sea of yellow sunrays
glistening off the peaks
of little hills of haystacks
dancing and floating across the fields
On a throne of wheat and wearing
a golden crown.
to honor the fertile ground
of reds and brown.
tree tops now falling
down as summer leaves
a cold wind drifting
Nurtured you in the past,
Always made me jump in joy,
Always drew me a big smile,
In the dawn of a hopeful sign,
But then,
As I began to count my chicks,
You began to nod down south,
Guarded you with my dear life,
Spawned you with loving words,
Shone you with bright rays of glory,
Spooned you with vitamins in cups,
But,
Your will to live,
Never shout any victory,
Today,
I walk a different stride,
I've dug out your buried secrets,
So I shall not fall in my try,
I'm armed with the right artileries,
So I shall soon hold those plump reds,
Proudly in my palms,
And we shall take a selfie,
Together, cheering my victory,
My dear, dear tomato tree,
The yin and the yang of my artistic self
parades in the world of imagination,
I know I need a bit of both,
but I do have a favorite
I like the glitz and the glamour of the sequined stars,
The rhinestones of snow, and the pure whiteness of clouds
They add the right flavor to the rest of myself
For I am oranges and reds, swirling in wild paisleys.
Sedum flourished beneath the holly bound
pale green succulent formed mounds
atop thick stems and leaves groomed
aside the roses now out of bloom,
where chrysanthemums began to bud and fill
the earthen browning ground displays upon the hills.
September days inched in, sun out of reach
summer suddenly at its ending peek
and green became a hue of rosy pink delights
calling hummingbirds and butterflies from flight
where scented fragrances faded with the winds
and autumn turned the leaves to yellowed orange fringe
Wild finches whistled thru the cloudy days
taking seeded coneflower treats away
while squirrel chatter reveled fighting steals
knowing winter comes with chilly lack of appeal
and each day ends with the sedum turning crimson red
and creatures large and small hunker down within their beds.
sumac in blazing colors under autumn sun
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Dorothy can I borrow
Your Ruby Red shoes
I could use a vacation
From my state of blues
Don't care much where they take me
If you want truth or dare
Three steps over the rainbow
Or to Kansas somewhere
I feel those Ruby Reds
Are my only plan of escape
I hear that their magic
Can take me away
From this state of being
That I am stuck in
Oh by the way Dorothy
Do they come in size 10
And Dorothy I'll try not
To wear out the souls
As I make my way through
Places untold
So Dorothy what do you say
Can I borrow those shoes
As I need a vacation
From this state of blues
Red Cardinals pair
singing the passion they share
hot up icy air.
3-March-2016
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The morning night thunder-shone
The bright stars fractured me
You in sudden surprise
Whirling in your misgivings
Baby gulls sit on our heads
And we weep forgetting to be merry
Broad is the scope of infinity
Meet me in brackish waters
Death to focus
Death to style
Come worming up to the hole
Peacetime summer reds
I can eat a clock and dream of orangutangs
Forgive these latches
Remove them
Remove them
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