The elegant way she sauntered
swaying with the day
sunshine leaning in
to stroke her
gallantly one must say
legs firmly etched
then encased in a memory
leaving her wrapped upon a mind
Her sexuality constantly vaunted
Nakedness continually flaunted
With long shapely legs
Lets do it she begs
Then away she casually sauntered
The scarlet art of the sapphire sky of my halcyon heart
sparkled with sequined glow of the lone moon leaning low.
I tried tempted to touch your topaz sheen tinted unseen,
but you didn’t stay, slowly sauntered away out of my view
from my silky sky I shaped for you with pure joy for sure.
From the dark domain of dismantled dainty rainbow arc
strong storm surged with snapped shards of slashing scorn,
shattered my sublime sky while stowing in dispersed debris pile.
I couldn’t foresee how to dredge the drowned dreams free
from deep despair before destined day to depart came my way.
I shoved the splinters of my shattered soul on the sly,
turned them into a single white rose, residing in my heart close.
When on the run you returned to my garden under sensual sun
its fragrance fine floated with the pure passion of mine divine.
When in your sweet smile the curl of its pristine petals I saw un-furl
I knew the onset spark of the new beginning it’d memorably mark.
she was tattooed, yet still beautiful
her green eyes were the eyes of a queen
she was not arrogant; she was regal
wearing bracelets bangles and spangles
others avoided her table at the psychic fair
I sauntered directly to her
when I got closer, I noted that she was classy
and more gorgeous than I had originally thought
If men attended psychic fairs, there would have been a line
these old, dumpy corpulent middle-aged women went other places
this was a queen with flowers in her hair
wearing pearls and gemstones
I felt I was in the presence of greatness
there was nothing arrogant or inflated about her
she had a soft voice and kind ways
I was enthralled, captured, and enchanted
yes, she certainly could do a reading for me
it was a fabulous thirty minutes
she is a woman I have never forgotten
Peacock Santa sauntered in as if she owned the square
We were not amused, we were frightened said my cousin Jer
We had heard of her, her reputation is not so nice
She demanded coffee, and a pepperoni pizza slice
This did not sound right, I thought he was fabricating.
Whether or not it was a lie his sister and I were debating
But Jer kept on going, making Peacock Santa sound incredibly bad.
I think he is lying again whispered my cousin Chad.
Sunflower Zombie is here the corn told the pigs and the fence
They strained to look, wondering about her fashion sense
Bet she’ll be wearing a feathered boa, an old sow said
Bet she’ll be green and ghoulish, after all, she is quite dead.
This was stated by a bull who had been nearby chewing cud.
Don’t mind him, said the fence to the others. He is quite the dud.
Sunflower Zombie sauntered over to give them a little whiff.
She is sure pungent! Said the corn after getting a sniff.
there was something mysterious about her; we feared her
due to her embracement of intrigue and secrecy
I cannot tell you one thing about him, though he is my brother
and we were supposedly raised in the same house
the devil walked these tomato rows, spitting out the luna-moth-like
worms as he sauntered toward our destiny
Picture a man, showcasing his sandcastle to the sea.
It is crafted with perfection,
each grain of sand like a flawless soldier in his rank.
It is a rising skyscraper of luxury
amidst the sand's flat glare.
He runs to the water's edge
and calls to the sea,
waiting for the seafoam to wash gently over his feet.
But they never did.
Idly, the white crests sauntered away in indifference,
sometimes approaching like an old friend,
sometimes retreating like a sworn nemesis
but never did they seek out the man.
Eventually, beneath the moon's soft glow,
the chilling tide reached out in convenience
and without a word of thanks,
pocketed the sandcastle,
sweeping it into the depths with casual ease.
And though the man wept
for the loss of his creation,
he vowed to one day venture across this callous,
wild being
if only to see
if its actions were one of ignorant routine.
In the twilight hour waning outside
in the melted hues of the eventide horizon,
the sky shimmered with its last glow
at the edge of the indigo night.
Its cascading cadence caressed your face
with the turquoise touch of splendor
I engraved on the parchment of my heart
as the longing shadow of togetherness.
I haven’t counted the steps we sauntered
on the sands spread on the shore of time,
but our footprints got facsimiled in my mind,
yours beside mine, etched side by side, all the way,
where we’re now at the fringe
of the lingering shadow of eternity.
As the mist of obscurity drifts away
the streams of amorous sunshine surge
with the mesmeric momentum of fervor
through my window open to the sky,
and drape your eyes with the veil of trance,
where I find in the azure firmament
the lengthening shadow of cloud
shape the silhouette of my yearning.
Through the quietude of the sunset,
my aloneness walks the penultimate mile
in the desolate terrain where you see me configured
as the long shadow of silence,
the epitome of what I am
and the mystery of what I would be.
One silenced February morning,
strolling through the barren fields
he glimpsed amongst mangled thorns
a flicker of dull yellow,
its smiling eyes and flashing grin
a mellow beacon in the grey.
Despite weathered petals and the weight of snow,
its face still yearned to feel the sun's warmth
searching for the rays to break its icy cocoon.
In generosity he marched over,
clasping its petals in his hands,
feeling the ice melt and slip away,
fondling gently the softness underneath.
In satisfaction he sauntered onwards,
his footsteps ringing merrily on the frozen earth
continuing through the fields and frost
toward the roaring hum of the removal van.
One summer many years later,
as the click of a walking stick
rattled wearily along a muddy path,
an old man returning to his childhood
looked up to see, in shock,
a field of sunflowers,
laughing and swaying in the breeze.
Two kitty cats, strode up an autumnal. red-leaved covered hill.
The day being cast in loveliness, they went to visit the old mill.
By then it was noon, so they fried delicious fish on a picnic grill.
Then, sauntered home, to snore like royalty, upon a heavenly, comfy, velvetty-covered, window sill!
9/18/2025
In the diaphanous domain
of the sapphire serene night,
the drizzle of moon’s silver sequins,
defining the existential epithet
of the dulcet melodic cadence,
adorned the pearl-laced waves
of the rolling sensuous sea,
spread seamlessly before me,
beyond the baroque shore,
where I sauntered only with me
in the corridor of the musical mind,
followed the tune of soulful symphony.
The rain-washed sparkling sky,
spreading the suffusing spectrum
of my kaleidoscopic opulent dreams,
weaved the tapestry of fantasy
with the lattice of chromatic imagery.
The surreal strings designed the splendor
of the charismatic rainbow motif,
arching over the halcyon horizon
that beckoned me to the concert of being,
let me feel fascinated the vibrato of life.
In the whirlpool of turbulent times,
swirling with the miasma of despair,
I turned the dented emotive impulse
into the lyrical crescendo of concerto.
On its sonorous serenading wings
I flew in the rhapsodic sky of sonata
to the harmonic realm of afflatus,
realized the essence of the nascent notion
that life is a song.
That’s when my life changed.
anticipated Albany albatrosses
buried bumpy bugs beyond the bay
creepy curious cats dug them up
dinner for dogs they said in disgust
even the dogs turned up their snouts at the bugs
frenzied finicky felines are crazy they barked
giant crows arrived and devoured the gruesome bugs
helping themselves to six or eight at a time
I am glad these raptors showed up said the dogs
jealousy in no way entering their heads
kilt-wearing albatrosses happened along
lingering close to where their bug stash used to be
mad now, they marched menacing around the meadow
no need to be upset, the bugs escaped, lied the dogs
opportunity to be peacemakers always taken by pups
pacifists and problem solvers
quails and quackers put their six cents in
raising the ire of the miffed albatrosses
sixteen sparrows sauntered in to stir things up too
they had heard there was a show-down
ugly words were tweeted and chirped
verbs and vowels best not repeated here
wrens and warblers were shooed off by the fray
‘xact ‘xchange never ‘xamined or journaled
you are lucky you escaped this melee
zealous birds can become dangerously ugly.
"Month by month, season by season, love will either come and go, or love will maybe somehow grow." - quote by author
In spring, love sauntered in. I still recall
your eyes like azure skies, enchanting me.
Along a country lane we strolled, hand in hand;
then kissed beneath a budding willow tree.
In summertime, we lay on a beach til night
had swallowed sun and showed us new delight -
bright diamonds shining down on just us two
as we shared dreams, giddy in the moonlight.
In autumn, days grew crisp, and even though
October’s leaves were such a brilliant hue,
your eyes had lost their luster. Nights less warm
foreshadowed that I’d soon be losing you.
In winter, I was standing all alone
as flurries from the frigid air touched my face.
Though pretty and pearlescent was the snow,
I was yearning only for your embrace.
Flood of anonymous agony
inundates the debris of hope,
weed-webbed wasteland
of receding reverie
erodes in delirium
within turbulent essence,
wreckage of life piles up,
unlived,
transforms rapture garden
into winter badland
of foreboding discontent,
perceived.
Future meadow waits
to be sauntered
sanguine,
invents fantasy alchemy,
making magical gold
from ferrous aspirations,
gilding rusted crust
of weathering present,
metamorphosed,
marigold ecstasy blooms
in the Midas-touched mind,
mesmerized.
Wrapped by golden rays
of garnet sun,
setting sublime
beyond the content ocean,
entranced mind rolls
in twilight zone
on sapphire life waves,
broken,
yearning psyche is drawn
within the anguish trough,
crashes on existential shore,
shaped by the shadow
of pearlescent past,
petrified
in the collapsed sandcastle
on the beleaguered beach
of the stilled time,
enfolding the blanched grains
of aureate dreams,
d i s i n t e g r a t e d…..
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