You're just, my heart's desire,
You're like the night, so far away,
From my fire.
Tuned to our night, that gets crazier,
Watching you, all night away,
Just an admirer.
When you'll fall in my love,
Don't get your heart like hazy,
Let's kill this love like crazy,
Just you and me,
Like dancing tunes.
Rockabye baby, rockabye,
Hang on my moonlight,
Rockabye, baby, I'd cry,
Lets do this tonight.
Categories:
rockabye, crazy, cute love, dance,
Form: Rhyme
Rockabye grandma
In the condo
When the wind blows
Her wig starts to go
When the hair flies
Grandma does too
Our gal was last spotted
Hovering over the zoo
Categories:
rockabye, age, grandmother, grandparents, hair,
Form: Rhyme
I wonder how the luster of evening,
could hush despair amidst its glow, but,
its touch upon this skin escapes me
as the light reflects a child's face, gone:
Through nightfall's sail, eyes weep in private
while the rain flows intermittently,
it spills...like dying stars along the roadside
until this body is drenched in cold yearning.
Within gloss of dew, cotton candy days are recalled
enshrining laughter on Barnum Bailey fairs-
then, jelly-smudges circle her girlish mouth,
a wiggle on a red bike's new handle zigzagging away
where flavors of revelry linger, still...still.
And now, dusk creates another empty place
inside more holes in a pinpoint of ebon clouds,
that I am left alone
without a voice... choked by reality's pinch
when early dawn trickles in beats---
and singing myself to slumber
no one hears a Rockabye's wail, except...
Written 9/14/2018
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Shush, Did You Hear That:
Anthony Slausen's Contest
Categories:
rockabye, loneliness, my child, voice,
Form: Free verse
It's rocking an empty flowerpot perched
in a pine tree: 'RockABye Baby in the High Top,'
its contents shell shocked in this February
of zero wind chill. It's the heart's empty nest,
cold ripple of a lake that threatens to overtake,
were it not for higher ground. We've wind
from the northeast, sharp and heartless,
harbinger of storms, but I am Barrier Island,
formed by one who taught me by salt, sea-
shell, and the sting of sand, bitter winter spray
in remembered summer. Land bound,
one learns to light where something shores us.
So here am I , despite trade winds, the Skull
and Bones of picturesque pirates, failed
story tales where even the wind lies.
In the lake one small duck, sustained by
its currents paddles my direction, drawn
by intuition or design of a kindred spirit who
would sail, dive with delight, endure
the cold solitude of seagulls at evening,
seeking harbor far from their ocean.
They are white flags signaling Yes,
You will find your heaven.
Categories:
rockabye, introspection
Form: Free verse