Rondelet Poems

Be Merry Rondelet

Come be merry 
on the streets of the French quarter.
Come be merry,
plum liqueur and praline whiskey.
We’re the oldest brick and mortar,
drink and have an appetizer.
Come be merry.

Moon On Iceberg - Rondelet

Moon on iceberg
it's dim like magic on a corpse
Moon on iceberg
Jack in Rose's arms, frost returns;
this cold of moon and sea will pour
after she kills it going forth — 
Moon on iceberg

Eyes Shut Rondelet

One eye hits shut,
an invitation for mishaps.
One eye hits shut,
a feeling wakes within your gut. 
Sunshine has stolen thunder’s claps,
in the realm of afternoon naps.
One eye hits shut.

Ocean's Body - Rondelet

Ocean's body
old footprints gone before I come
Ocean's body
with flower's toss, overgrowing,
old footprints gone before I come — 
the fall of the tide falls in love
Ocean's body

Nothing But Sea - Rondelet

Nothing but sea
where seagulls lie at a distance
Nothing but sea
as water on water beating — 
the undertow like a chalice,
a glimpse of far inward duress,
Nothing but sea

Not Only Chimes - Rondelet

Not only chimes 
moon bear with my speechless crutches 
Not only chimes
with brass scarred by June fireflies,
storm's echoes fade from my hutches —
your ghost another side touches
Not only chimes

The Ocean May - Rondelet

The ocean may 
be the drop behind her white noise
The ocean may
move Ariel's heartthrobs away,
as breaking waves chance with her voice — 
to work down tears in salty poise,
The ocean may

A Foot Alone - Rondelet

A foot alone
tries the water that ocean lays,
A foot alone
on sand placed within God's tears moan,
where the massive skin paled away — 
forgiven in tide's passing spray,
A foot alone

The World's Applause

The world’s applause
After climbing the highest peak,
The world’s applause;
It is victory’s cause, because
The eagle knows of which I speak,
Love grants an alluvial creek;
The world’s applause

Ronda Rondelet

Ronda’s a town,
but this rondelet rankles still:
Ronda’s a town
(a placename is a Proper Noun).
Between Malaga and Seville,
you’ll hear the very sparrows trill,
Ronda’s a town.

Ronda exists,
But does ‘rondelet’ rhyme with ‘hay’?
(Ronda exists:
I’ve wandered in its morning mists!)
Or does it, maybe, rhyme with ‘debt’?
It makes a poem hard to set!
Ronda exists.

Ronda’s my home.
Unlike phantom poetic forms,
Ronda’s my

Summer Nights Rondelet

Soft summer nights,
viral city from dusk to dawn;
Soft summer nights,
making the most of all those lights;
Easily now a willing pawn
once all the curtains have been drawn;
Soft summer nights. 

Carnal Scent Rondelet

Flowers and sex,
they bloom with natural instinct;
Flowers and sex,
pops of passion come off complex;
Perfume delicately distinct
with carnal scent forever inked;
Flowers and sex.

Appeals Rondelet

I must confess
I want to just lose these high heels;
I must confess,
I’m confined by this satin dress;
Hear you ignore all these appeals,
I’ve got to know just how that feels;
I must confess …

Excursions Rondelet

I feel restless,
my heart’s filled with touring notions;
I feel restless;
Longing not just to decompress,
my soul demands wild excursions;
Do you wanna cross the oceans?
I feel restless.

Bring It Rondelet

Bring it right now,
I’m willing and able to sweat;
Bring it right now;
Always push the limit I vow,
rolling without a safety net;
I am ready for a reset,
bring it right now!

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