Wait for me, my sweet heart, don’t go,
About you, I dreamed all my blossoming youth,
My heart serenaded you with my love song,
Alas, they were lost in the whispering wind.
Wait for me, my sweet heart, don’t leave me behind,
With the grace of God, you came to me as a runway star,
With love and affection, we marched on life’s treacherous paths,
On one sad day, you said good bye and never returned.
Wait for me, my sweet heart, don’t leave me alone,
My hope to be with you lingers in my heart,
My joys are desolate, my songs have lonely tunes,
My tears dried in the core of my heart.
Wait for me, my sweet heart, till I am satisfied,
With love overcoming grief, with love conquering all the hurdles,
Till all my dreams and desires get fulfilled,
Sweet heart, please don’t go!
A gentle breeze composed a rhythmic ballad
That danced throughout the lavish trees and
bountiful terrain of nature's divine savanna.
A melodic weeping from a nearby willow
Serenaded the new dawn like a morning lullaby.
Abundant blades of amber and green
Adorned the grass, knoll
Each stalk aligned like perfect little soldiers
Standing guard over their precious mother earth.
Perched high upon the timber
Angelic wings of birds that sing
Embellished the leafy branches
Some preaching to a higher cause
While others proudly rested on their laurels
A candescent sky illuminates a flowing stream
Transforming the water into a pallet of
Extraordinary colors.
Serenity is found in the dawn of each day
And sanctuary is in the moments
That take your breath away.
The sky turned dark
The poet built a fire
& warmed his hands
Worms crawled thru
His skin& angels
Cried & moments
Slipped pass like
Lavendar melting
The Santa Fe Chief
& coyote serenaded
The wanderer
Remembering
Your hot breath
Cascading like
Moonlight on
His back
A gentle breeze composed a rhythmic ballad
that danced throughout the lavish branches and
bountiful terrain of nature's divine savanna
A melodic weeping from a nearby willow
serenaded the new dawn like a morning lullaby
Abundant blades of amber and green
adorned the grassy knoll
each stalk aligned like perfect little soldiers
standing guard over their precious mother earth
Perched high upon the timber angelic wings of birds that sing
embellished the leafy branches
some preaching to a higher cause
while others proudly rested on their laurels
A candescent sky illuminates a flowing stream
Transforming the water into a pallet of extraordinary colors
Serenity is found in the dawn of each day
and sanctuary is in the moments
that take your breath away
A Kiss In The Dark
You light up in the darkness
With the Heaven woven stars
In velvet tones of stillness
I calmly watch; night is ours.
Chill wind swirled rhythmic chanting,
Cocoon those well-chosen words,
Pleasing closeness, enchanting
A taste of natural bloom.
Closed eyes met a world of dreams
amorous scene into dance
A kiss in the limpid dark.
Warm silence serenaded.
Sine Wave replicated the Hand whistle, a drum and
bass and tremble guitar fused with a funky mix of
in opposition tothe fella's camped further in the distance.
There a banjo and fiddle were played while a crooner
serenaded the dust clouds kicked up the drunken
cowpokes.
While the Elders sleep or were to drunk to refuse them
wise mid twentyish people grabbed instruments and
went into the barn and began to
fuse there style
with sounds that were never heard before. A member
of the orchestra used his influence to
convince these busy hard working people
to make time to get together
and create music. The way music needs to be appreciated.
Night hides the meanest of day
but moring tell the true story
if she'll go
or if she'll stay
Regional flavors
Capsicum Annuun
Hot Peppers and Milk
Pizzicato wash your hands
begore you pull
them strang's
Headdresses and Cowboy hats
Hazing a Tenderfoot
Numbness poisoned flowers
spooky nights serenaded
with chattered cowers,
wounded grasp cascaded
panicked voices bloomed
mother's smile paraded
with gleams doomed,
yearning hopeless answers
as death roamed.
I
Standing in a glass cube
As rain falls all around
The fate of the world
Is up for sale
Valkyries burst like bombs
As the forces of evil push us down
Lightning lances across the sky
And we're begging for a miracle
The great Arc sails the skies
A triumph to watch sails unfurl
Serenaded by the pegasus
Are we finally saved
As volcanoes erupt and gods awake
The glass cube begins to shatter
Wherein stands the Proprietor of Evil
For it is Hades Himself
II
Clouds part like curtain call
Fire shoots across the heavens
We're just witnesses to Armageddon
As civilization falls apart
As helpless as cockroaches
Cowering in the shadow of a shoe
Were the old feuds really worth it
As gods render earth a battleground
Sails ripped and on fire
The arc is sinking in a blaze of glory
But victory is surely at hand
As Alexander holds blade up high
Once again ensnared in a glass cube
As tears rain from the skies
Comes the death of the empire of Hades
And his fate is up for sale
Happiness is the whirl of lyrical runes,
voicing of raging monstrous stories in loons.
Happiness is the rough silence of the heart,
that cries in loneliness of love torn apart
Happiness is a prodigal daughter that,
swims in the rainbow of her abductor's cart
Happiness is like sleeping in milk sea foam,
intoxicating deep embrace in risk loam.
Happiness is a fear tickle that brings cheers,
a belly full banked in the depths of our ears.
Happiness burns pure like the sax of cigars,
a remembrance for how we soar in the stars.
Happiness is the screeching of our lost soul,
a ride that fondles a tender name in whole.
Happiness is harmony clocks of sour wines,
serenaded in Sunset play, Red Tide Whines.
Happiness is the smile of a sealed deadline,
that strokes our creative sane, ego hairline.
Happiness screams, a colliding in your name,
a chasing of moon and stars, a racing game.
She moves in circles, dancing and swaying across the tree tops
Serenaded by the thunderous symphony of dark storm clouds
Rain joins and embraces her, gathering momentum to fly toward the sky
She whispers and cries, soon making her way back to the tree tops
She embraces her relentless power and releases anger as destruction
Trees soon surrender falling at her feet, she has made her voice known
She is sleepy now, the sky appears calm and brighter, the trees are still
She disappears and retreats until the next unexpected stormy symphony
Pour the seawater into a shell
and hear each sound of the ocean,
you can own some of it 'till it dries out;
would you become a captain
and sail away to seek adventures?
Tempestuous oceans frighten,
grit keeps brave sailors alive and alert...
who has ever survived with a feeble will?
Have you traveled by sea and felt distress:
were you serenaded by a lovely siren?
Pour the seawater into a shell,
many kids have done that
and felt cheer and thrill;
be as curious as them,
shred your boredom:
step out, voyages wait!
My volatile mind wandered in the terrain of trance,
drifted in the draft of reverie on its latticed wings,
a lonely bird floated in the sunburst recess of sky,
made the fascinating fresco of formless fantasy.
Captive in the suffocating cage of sordid craving,
I broke the bars in dormant dream to be free,
flew beguiled in zephyr when it began to blow,
fluttered in the thicket of yonder pleasant plateau.
From the dust of the demolished dreams I arose,
the dismal sigh of the desolate heart I heard,
the music of love resonated in ardent symphony,
I glided in its cadence, soared in the bowl of blue.
I heard the whispering spring wind singing for me,
as I serenaded with the silver-lined cloud convoy.
After the storm the spectrum of horizon embraced me,
while I ascended suffused with the colors of twilight.
As the departing rain drops sparkled in my eyes,
through the washed pristine prism I could see
the rainbow hues spread on my dancing wings,
while I returned to the nest as a lonely songbird.
St Patrick’s day cat wore a tam to die for.
We saw him the second he sauntered into the door.
The pub would never be the same, he was glamor and more.
A fine dapper Irish cat, who serenaded us with folklore.
He has such fashion sense! The females all cried.
He gave us a stomping dance, a jig, and a slide.
St Patrick’s day cat with coral roses on his lapel.
Showed us the way out of our daily hell-to-hell.
We followed him to Dublin singing an Irish ditty.
The felines all followed, screaming how he was pretty.
St Patrick’s day cat ruined it that day for other Toms.
I did not see him myself, but have heard from his moms.
Amusing said the Unicorn
whose offspring ran riot
amongst the golden corn fields
In toad stalls fiery hornets roamed
By the wanton pavilion
all hope was gone
a fire crackle sentence serenaded
the dearth of thought culpable
Bramble often permanent
prevaricated by the ha ha
in the vista of no return
casting our thoughts to yesterday
A woman on her daily walk was serenaded by
a cardinal, a blue jay, and a Carolina wren—
or so she thought. Imagine how surprised she would have been
to learn it was I, a mockingbird perched on a limb up high.
I can make you think you hear a car horn or an alarm,
a barking dog, or a piano. Year-round, day or night,
I perform many charming songs, to listeners’ delight,
but I’ll attack if I think man or creature means me harm.
I am wildly popular, along with being versatile.
I am the designated state bird in five Southern states.*
Those living in the area know that in the forest waits
a concert by performers that are sure to make them smile.
*Arkansas, Florida, Mississippi, Tennessee, and Texas
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