I waited as I always do
for at this time what would ensue!
It happens in the month of May.
Like clockwork, it again came true.
It was a quite nice, sunny day
as I drove up on my driveway,
beside which stands a lovely tree
nearby where starlings like to play.
I saw those starlings soaring free,
and as they swooped, enchanting me,
to my front porch my eyes were drawn.
Can you guess then what I did see?
Five rose bushes my eyes fell on -
the only bushes by my lawn.
Though all through winter they’d been dead,
they’ve greened up with cold weather gone.
Spring’s here for sure. Yes, winter’s fled,
and never have I been misled
by Mother Earth. I’m welcomed each
mid-May by that first rose of red.
Written a few days after May 16, 2022
Posted May 25, 2022 For Sotto Poet's Rubaiyat Contest Poetry Contest
G-reet the morning light,
R-ising sun starts to shine;
E-vening shadows disappear,
G-iving you a peace of mind.
C-omfort, joy and happiness
A-llow you to leave the gray;
N-ew dawn has just broken,
O-ctober sixteenth day.
?
What's next
after Google's
"Don't be evil"
!
This is the new slogan:
"Don't be God. Be Good."
Tangerine the scene spilling through this green glass
Crossing her thighs as she bathes inside, love's afterglow..
Dare I let Ginger go, knowing insatiable her hunger ?
Staring outside the window and, a sudden knock upon
Their red door deja vu it seems, I have been here before
Familiar, this scent ? While she peers; moors moon brushed
Aside midnight blue as carmine hues, filling her eyes ah but time
To loose these binds when their ladies enter ? Smiling in tune
Slowly slipping as sliding across, her fiery flesh glowing amid natures
Splendours and she, bending forward inquiring unto that my heart....
All I could think of although were Shakespeare they, reaching for her arching
Screams renaissance recapturing ? A stained-glass reflection quoting Macbeth as I pierced.
On her sixteenth birthday,
and that happened to be Earth's Day,
red, blue and yellow balloons went up faster than seagulls;
oh, her happiness was alike a show of impressive fireworks!
Nobody saw the tears she shed;
were they for someone she remembered?
Perhaps this place brought back some memory...
when she looked up in that sky ruled by serenity!
Was that the nostalgia for someone dear?
The longer she looked, the happier she felt releasing another tear;
so glad she seemed to watch those balloons fly away...
what a lovely way to say, " Thank you " on her sixteenth birthday!
I have could not selected all right thoughts,
Because this night was too short.
The flapping of someone’s wings was easy,
And the poetry’s line was imperceptible.
Time rushes like a hurricane, and threatens us,
But at the end of the tunnel the light has appeared.
My lovely son! You will sing
so many good songs during your life!
Ah, today is your birthday,
You are sixteen years old!
Time runs and runs farther onward,
And in nature is commotion and disorder:
In December, the rains are knocking in
the glass of the windows,
Maybe, they cry, maybe songs sing.
But even if it will happen not in time,
A dazzling white snow will fall without doubt.
We shall decorate a fir-tree, we shall bake a pie,
And New Year will intercede for us.
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