September
Sunshine, sunflowers
Sweet gum's gold
Leaves fall, crunch
While goldenrod blooms in gold
School bus yellow flows
neat nice luck
what a lovely night!
calm cool love
wow oh my
beautiful amazing fate
appreciated
tree leaves hued
in virtuoso
readiness
mouthing shade
the art of kissing limbo
well knowing they fall
up the hill
so I can see you
tootle-ha
and wielding
your smile from dawn to twilight
waving tootle-loo
in valley
I can touch your flesh
eat you up
with you sup
my buttercup of moonshine
no need to move lips
in your arms
can hear chest beating
and the roar
of the sea
as your lips slip between shells
and the sun melts me
up on top
you look down at me
I’m the town
we’re grounded
you are the undying wind
of love’s moan and sigh
Cow dung cakes
some eat from the load
Natural
and weed-free
Yes - both fresh and composted
... mild and sweet in taste
Inspired by:
Jan Allison's poem "I wish you would moooooove on"
so hot noon
No one likes hotness
this July
yet night breeze
cool calm lovely summer night
so pretty sky bright
I’m twisted
into submission;
admission
to true world
of imaginary breeze
and coconut salt.
I’m a seed,
slipping into sand,
letting go.
The wild sea’s
crest and trough didn’t swallow me,
silence me - my thoughts.
Roots, a muse -
rest and recreate;
drudge baggage
ditched at shore.
The dunes spoil me with their grit
and pink hydrangeas.
Sunglasses
recover my eyes;
sunburn writhes
on my skull.
Hair in free fall, snarled and damp,
like anemones.
An assault
of coconut breeze
in true world;
admission
into twisted submission
of relaxing waves.
The sunspots
of Summer outbreak.
I bring pail
and shovel.
I shore up castle, today,
midst whirlpool of moat.
The true world
tries to interfere,
as I splash
cruel eyes.
My hands and feet completely
disappear…left - write!
clouds alight
dew beads on wet leaves
feels like love...
sleeping buds
blossom their unfolded wings
a caged skylark trills.
Damp shiver,
under wanton fog,
lone self plight,
as shrill cry,
swallowed by eerie phantoms,
of snow gust night’scape
divine cause
propels heart’s freedom
to languish
midst prayer
basking in soulful delight
meeting God* of peace
*2 Thessalonians 3:16 Now the Lord of peace himself give you peace always by all means. The Lord be with you all.
June 4, 2025
5th place, "SPIN A SHADORMA" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Nette Onclaud; judged on 6/6/2025
my heart hums
love I won’t confess—
close, she glides,
a lone shade,
pressing palms against my skull—
where ancient pain cracks.
Hermit thrush
hops, hovers, flips, flicks
gawping shy
modest nest
cup of moss, weeds, twigs, rootlets
sings so Oh! holy
Inner light
is all that I seek,
plumbing in
to my depths.
barricade myself from world~
peace fills my being.
wilderness
whirls leaf dervishes
solitude
spins its muse
nested within his life tree
hermit’s mind set free
ascetic
monk cloistered in isle
searching light
through prayer
freed from world’s cacophonies
for his inner peace
Contest Title: Spin A Shadorma Contest
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
Date: June 5, 2025 6.29am
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