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First blush fountain azimuth of hued rays
wet patio shrub basket in the haze
zealous heartland tower cry as life force
celebrate and savour August rare days
Magenta skylines cluster silken clouds
blue ocean colour eyes that worship shrouds
a fancy surreal canvass so divine
it mesmerises jubilant bright crowds
Summer fun arcades stoke our dream world mind
gasps of red tint bliss a peak season find
earthbound poise dilates refulgent cascade
rocking beach tune fare blurs dark strain purblind
Sapphire plinths that anchor stoic ambit
vision on parade my high rise gambit
traipse amid the dahlia euphoric
seventh heaven rapture’s cloud nine orbit
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A paling sun descends in late day; with a wink,
it signals the moon to rise. In only a blink
of my rested eyes, newly tanned limbs cool in the sand,
and the foamy tide sprinkles my lips with a salty drink.
New memories cover me like a soft terry-cloth robe
as I lazily lie alone on an exotic beach across the globe.
Distant, green-peaked mountains seem to climb to heavenly heights
where a gracious sky falls tranquil to the ocean’s gold-flaked lobe.
I selfishly indulge in this dream vacation all alone
without a speck of guilt or any thought of remorse shown.
Silky sand and bluest skies stretch out until the stars sink low
to meet upon secluded beach and crown me from fair summer's throne.
written 2/7/15 for Shadow's Indulgence Contest
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A flawless sapphire blue tanzanite sky
spurs the flight of a monarch butterfly,
discarding its colorless chrysalis
as summer's sunny rays intensify.
Waves tongue ticklish toes along the shoreline
licking at bare feet playing in the brine,
and laughs and giggles echo in the wind
as the magic of surf and sand combine.
The beach hosts a frenzy of sights and sounds
from frisbees to seagulls doing their rounds,
a cacophony of shrieks and clatter
as the children howl like a pack of hounds.
A yellow sun sparkles like a citrine
hung above splendiferous shades of green,
and I cool my sunburnt skin with a breeze
that smells of sweat and barbequed cuisine.
I revel in the dog days of Summer
set to the beat of a laid-back drummer,
for this unhurried pace is hypnotic,
although summer's end can be a bummer.
(Rubaiyat)
9/5/2018
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Hark! Wispy ghost of Indian summer is in sight,
Fresh on our amorous teenage heels, slow dog day night,
Hot Iowa corn on a cob, fresh with sweet oozing butter.
Makes autumn’s imminent encroachment seem all right.
Listen! Horizon Beach is quiet, most summer people gone.
They have raced back to civilization to put their city on.
Fishy smells, unappreciated until May of next year,
Gritty sandcastles destroyed, children’s laughter, a summer con.
Sh! Just stay here, my love, and give me a well-deserved smile,
Pretend summer passions will last me for a good long while.
Sweetest lips, eyes of brown, your gaze coaxes my soul-heart.
I will savor you and this moment in my life’s memory file.
Varoom. Your Harley motorcycle revs up, arrogant and proud.
Warm air cools, rapidly, swooped up by a semi-angry cloud.
Fleeting summer dog days cannot be held, fading hard and fast.
Final desperate summer goodbye, unfathomed, but truly allowed.
Written 10-08-2018 Contest: Dog Days Endure Contest
Sponsor: Gregory R. Barden
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Come and go away with me
and join me in this fantasy
to distant lands beyond the clouds
where we can share a life so free.
no storm clouds looming to disrupt
no one close by to interrupt
just you and me beneath the stars
as solitude let’s life erupt
beneath the stars we’ll spend the night
while bathing in the moon’s pale light
just clinging close until the morn
enjoying moments of delight
and in the morn a bright sun rise
as purple pink lights up the skies
the morning mist lifts in the air
revealing beauty to our eyes
into the air the sea gulls soar
and wing their way along the shore
just floating on the ocean breeze
we’ll soar with them for evermore
the ocean breeze blows in our hair
our skin sun kissed, our feet are bare
our footprints in the pure white sand
while strolling on a beach so fair
on pure white sand by ocean blue
beneath clear skies our lives renew
as all our worries fade away
we’ll spend forever just we two
so won’t you come away with me
and join me in this fantasy
to distant lands beyond the stars
where we can live forever free.
October 3, 2019
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I live in Vermont, a white man’s land!
Not like home, with white beach sand.
Although I often feel singled out,
My neighbors are always willing to lend a helping hand.
Martin L King Jr, Harriet Tubman, Rosa Parks
They are learned about in books and drawn in the arts.
History so solid, so undeniable
Walking into a room all eyes hit me like darts.
Black History focused on for a month out of the year,
February so short, gonna shed me a tear!
For we all have struggled, some fight to be equal
No so many of us live in such fear!
I ask you once, I ask you twice
Before you sit down and call me a vice,
Did you ever think that I could be her?
Hair down my back, someone’s beautiful wife
My man loved me- he fought to his death
He said “I love you” with every single breath
Now I’m alone, hurt, scared and torn
While your sons walk down my street- they’re dealing meth
Is it really so hard to see
That you are the same as me?
We all bleed red
So why not let us be?
I hurt
But I won’t be the next one to lie in the dirt
My morals, self-value and love of life keep me going
I am many things, but defiantly not inert.
So this being said
To those that say I’m better off dead
You can bow down
To kiss the feet of this Queen instead.
3-3-15
For Contest: Writings in a Black perspective
Sponsored by: Verlena S. Walker
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God shrouded the universe in darkness.
Is there a human or divine side to blackness?
The young dictum's star shines brightly here.
I dream when I look at the stars with calmness.
Despite my utmost level of grief and fear,
In the glittering stardust of a blueish-light, clear.
Were we attracted to the bait or a star?
When I stroll to the beach dark sphere.
To clear the fog from my mental scar.
I savor observing the lighthouse's bizarre
Sky penetration and rivalry of a laser beam.
I reckon I view a gleaming star over a spar.
I designate this as my single-star dream.
I promise myself to you; my one-star to seem.
Boldly shown to gleam brightly in my soul
I hear each pulse of my heart as it streams.
Fathom a single star in the universe to the extol.
I agnize you are my only hope and condole.
One star I could view twinkling with delight.
I shed a tear on a magical night for that dole.
On my birth, you swept from skies with insight.
I'd crave for you to kiss me on my lone, starlit night.
Fear weaves into shapes, the elixir of love.
It focused our psyche life on earth on this site.
You are the light of hope, oh anchorite! Move.
A birth means God can heal us from above.
Guard each itinerary and decompose the ego.
Someone who gave the soul evidence of love.
Written: November 06, 2022
The Only Star For Me Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Mystic Rose Rose
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