one of those days when the sun doesn't feel like shining
all by myself parked in a riverfront park
the rain takes me away like that song about the dude loving the flower girl
the difference here is the flower girl all but taken
one of those days when the sun doesn't feel like shining
the high is a perfectly placed 23 degrees
however, the feeling is so warm inside my old faithful friend
together our blood/oil pressures simmer to a cool change like a little river
one of those days when the sun doesn't feel like shining
thinking about tomorrow and knowing i have nothing to do
me and my old faithful friend just may come here again
wait, the sun is set to return from its respite tomorrow
on second thought, i think that we just may stay home
steam calliope
sound of sternwheeler comin’
summer lovin’ blues
Written August 2, 2022
Our family’s hearth we forgot,
Village well, riverfront, forgot.
Dwelling on idol’s form, figure,
Truth of faith, folklore we forgot.
Trying to hold off teeming tears,
Story’s joyous end we forgot.
Pandemic fears so overwhelmed,
Fixed virus, patient we forgot!
Counting who all contributed,
What all God did oh we forgot!
_____________________________
Ghazal |02.02.2022|
Youth has fled, hair gone gray
Friends and family went away
Enjoy the seasons while I may
Stroll the city in the day.
Music & Art help fill the time
As can books on love and crime
Parks, the ocean, nature walks too
Happiness can come from a riverfront view.
Perhaps I won't see China or Rome
But I can visit friends at home
And talk of days and other places
While I see their smiling faces.
A tortoise-shell cat and a calico,
Walked to the riverfront way below.
One named Curly. The other named Moe.
Spaceship nabbed them with a curious glow.
Curly taught the aliens how to sew.
They went to a planet alive with snow.
Given a gorgeously furnished chateau,
And pastries made of the finest dough….
Did not worry about the world below.
Never had any more grass to mow.
Rode horse-like creatures, taught aliens “whoa!”
Life on this planet was a lively good show!
Both of these Earthlings truly did know,
This planet’s pulse had a marvelous flow.
Lightyear’s away, not a stone’s throw….
Never again saw Earth’s gentle doe.
Moe renamed himself Space Alien Joe.
Curly dreamed of seeing an Earth flower grow.
Biggest disappointment truly bad blow.
Never again read a word of Edgar Allan Poe.
Indianapolis welcomes you.
Navigate, find your place, sailing through
synthetic waterway just for fun.
Off’ring journeys with anecdotes,
carriages, kayaks and pedal boats
worthwhile way to enjoy snow or sun.
We'll park your vehicle, while you fete
with friends, fam'ly, or special date.
Hire out a gondolier; he can hunt
for local sites, you don't want to miss -
hideaways where you can reminisce,
use Indy’s canal at Riverfront.
written November 29, 2016
"The Lobster House" on the St.
Johns River in Downtown-Downtown 1950s
Jacksonville, Florida, was where
"The Creaturefrom the Black Lagoon" crawled
up from the deep onto a riverfront
deck to howls of derision at Hollywood
hucksters from an island girl and her
Friday-night, dining-out friends.
In her just-married uber-sophistication
she would order a MANHATTAN,
unaware of the eminence of that dark
and delicious libation: a cherry
within for a small town girl with a yen
for New York City, never dreaming
she would one day stand, island-girl-
awed, for the first time ever in the middle
of Times Square: riveting heart of
Manhattan as swirling headlights of
cars spelled consummation.
As kids, we were brought to the beach
at riverfront...sea out of reach.
Our sand was like mud;
neath water, silt crud.
I'd wallow with fun, laugh, and screech!
Now grown, to the seashore I go
where sand is as white as the snow.
I don't go out far
beyond the sandbar
for fear of the silt down below!
Sandra M. Haight
~6th Place~
Contest: Sea Tales Limericks - Old Or New
Sponsor: Carolyn Devonshire
Judged: 08/04/2018
Cryptic contours charade,
Rousing riverfront raid;
Young yonder years yielding,
Prosperous peace prancing;
Taunting tale telling trite,
Icon imprints invite,
Clever casting charm cites...
Minds merge mingling motives,
Embalm emergent edge;
Rising riches restive,
Lofty lion-maned ledge;
Instruct inbound inklings,
Outline obvious oozing,
Niche nice new nurturing...
Fancy fish-tail flings flair,
Age aligns apt affairs;
Sense survival seeking,
Hope's hasty hurts hurling;
Intent invents impasse,
Observe optimum ooze;
Now nimble nascent noose,
Salty sea spray surpass...
Sculpt seaward sea-bubble:
Taut tensile tendency,
Obscure odd odyssey,
Raise roomy revelry;
Years yield yarns you yodel...
See sensuous story stay,
Charm cleverly cheers clay;
Raise rousing ripe refrains,
Indulge instincts ingrained;
Prime plot puzzling playground,
Trailblazer touching town...
Move myopic mindset,
Yesterday yielding yet;
Tease trouble's trying threats,
Hoist happy hustling hat...
Leon Enriquez
01 November 2014
Singapore
The sun-bleached exoskeletons
of old dead trees stand like sentries
along the towpath riverfront
exfoliated and gangling.
In a former age they stood tall,
grandiose to all passerby’s
but they too are dead to recall
their once impressive colossi.
Eventually these remains
will meet their final destinies:
to fall-never to rise again-
among forgotten progenies;
yet many springs have passed since then
each sprouted trees, time and again.
A Spring stroll down the River Ness
With it's sparkling water fresh to finesse
The sun above as the blue sky roams
Inverness is my Highland home
Mountain back drop with heather's and ferns
Greenery so lush, that makes heads turn
Wildlife in wander going about their day
Beautiful ducks on the water in plumage display
Tourists aplenty so far from home
Enjoying their holiday as they riverfront roam
With Highland hospitality and abundant fare
On their postcards they write in enjoyment declare
My stroll now over as I head back up river
The evening closes seeing Spring deliver
Greened leaves now blessed with pinky gowns
In a couple of weeks they'll drift down
I hope you have enjoyed this River Ness stroll
I feel so humbled on nature's patrol
The scenery and sounds of nature and life
Are all around and it's beautifully rife.
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/inverness.php
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