Short Siestas Poems

Sunday siestas - not even for the birds.
All day long recalling God’s words.

Cheerfulness in every thoughtful nest.
Lowly little flock in thankfulness, at rest.

The clatter of the world is put to sleep,
As the peace of the Holy Spirit runs deep.
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August

Along the backroads black-eyed susans snooze
Unfazed and unaffected by August’s humid hand
Growing tall with Queen Anne’s Lace beside roadside stands,
Utopias of sweet white corn, farm fresh beans and blackberries,
Shaded by shadows of leafy walnut trees, a dusty road romance,
Tabernacles of tranquility in summer’s fertile siestas....

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All age, gender, race, let's drink!
Time is potent as rest, think!
Sleep and breathe pure green
My sanctuary sports breezy scene
Wake up, fall in love with life.

Beneath canopy of green i supped
Woke up and fell in love with life
Second sleep is sweeter still
We rise with natural high, thrilled
Life is on from there,
Love flows in silent actions.

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Wrapped in juicy sweet ice misty covers,
Emerald eyes rosy blushes in check,
Provoking lips laid out as red sparkles;
Holds me to melting siestas in fusion.

Summer and thirst move my succulent tongue,
Track each drop to grow with the summer heat,
Sending shivers down her soft tender core;
Licking each wet curve with divine passion.

Bursts and burns in delinquent raptures;
Play with her in the sublime captures....

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