He watches, observes and loves with all his heart
Reservedly waiting to see reciprocation or active participation
Thinking, offering ideas for all to embrace,
Satisfaction to behold and a joy that floods his young face.
Considering others in wake of their pain
He goes the extra mile to ensure protection and such detailed accomplishment
While allowing others to make their own mistakes,
He reflects a sweet combo of trust and consideration.
Categories:
reservedly, appreciation, blessing, for him,
Form: Free verse
Of feet crinkles crispy snaps with your mate,
as the ebbing tides that breaths winter's fate.
Echoes summons a dusty field in white,
closets freed skis and sleds still not quite right.
Few sunflowers escort its mentored sun,
facing their eastward repose position.
Brisk breeze tails a crafted shawl snuggly wrapped,
home, hot cider, lit fire, read book is lapped.
A forested cabin that's well-engaged
coast reservedly entertained assuage
A prominence forestalls in burgundy,
copper, and blonde. Snowflakes smooch tenderly
the fallen perianths. Forgivingly
melts to a smooth touch that norms Autumn's eve.
Categories:
reservedly, analogy, appreciation, meaningful, motivation,
Form: Sonnet
I told you I love you, but never how much,
I said sorry, but never how deep,
And also thank you, but perhaps not how sincere.
You knew you were thought of, but not how often,
You knew you were needed, but not how you were wanted.
Always funny, but never told how much,
Of course, I never told you how much I loved being your son,
I told you to fight but not how dearly I wished you to stay,
Nor how comforting it would be to hug you again.
All of these words are reservedly for you,
Fragments of my heart, Fy nghalon wedi torri,
Never have any words been more true
How is from me with wholehearted love to you.
God bless you Mam
Categories:
reservedly, appreciation, bereavement, mother,
Form: Free verse
The distant rumbling din at readied aircraft,
Signaled impending flight in space, anticipating
Adventures never experienced by humans
News media reservedly calling them daft.
Speeding skyward they eventually entered space
And circled against the earth’s restricting high
Repeating their tasks, their circling game,
They returned, landed at the planet’s face.
Respectful applause the adventuring “nauts”
Shyly received, (they surely earned it much)
Trips never dreamed feasible as such,
Special rewards received were many lauds
Their place in the prestige-heavy almanac,
Brave men saying they will always fly back.
A lipogram (the letter “o” carefully omitted)
written on May 31, 2021
for “Lipogram” poetry contest
sponsored by Emile Pinet
Categories:
reservedly, earth, flying, sky, space,
Form: Free verse
FLIRTY EYES
“These eyes are made for looking
And that’s just what they’ll do,
One of these days these eyes,
Are going to look all over you”
Thanks Nancy for helping out,
I’ll take over from here!
Eyes whether black or brown,
Or green or blue,
Will seduce you whether
You want to, or had any clue,
For that is what women’s eyes do!
They stare at a man they like,
With a lustful come hither look,
Reservedly perhaps, over an open book,
Or over a glass of champagne or wine,
Giving the man to understand,
We are on the same page, even line!
They have a dreamy seductive gaze,
And their eyes look dreamy, they laze
Over you, that is secretive and exciting,
Suggesting a knowing that is inviting!
They have lashes that could tickle
All through the night,
And a cleavage they show, that is just right!
Such flirty eyes have a misty shine,
Please join me, I feel you are now mine!
Categories:
reservedly, women,
Form: Rhyme
Rising to the dawn,
Grateful for the present.
Glowing yellow, the sky,
Rejoices in its joys- reservedly blent.
Sitting by the beach, past noon,
Soothing tranquility in the air.
The Abode, one with horizon, azure,
At peace it be, when within are all monsters' lair?
Standing in the rain,
Drenched in all despair.
All up above is gloomy grey,
Its sorrows it weeps, agony in its share!
Through those tears, a smile,
Kindled a fire, its warmth- hope.
Even the curve of seven colours,
Bottling bygones, spurious smile- trope!
At the sky up above, I look, I say,
"Whom has it done justice? Credence, dark dolours!
Everything you were, I was! Your beguiling visage- varient.
And yet there I am, underneath your only changing colours!"
Categories:
reservedly, angst, betrayal, change, deep,
Form: Rhyme