The sun is overjoyed
reaching its zenith
suspending in cloudless sapphire skies
in a scarlet lit horizon
its solar sheen is veiled,
beyond the handsome hacienda
hidden from ancient alibis
a time of musings I can’t resist
I paint a likeness of her,
wistful watercolor bursts
highlights by brushed strokes
gently caressing her skin, she wears
an unrestrained ear to ear grin
recherché, warmth rare
as a ruby red stone
a sonorous soprano’s tone
ravened tresses cascade unruly
copious tangled locks flow wild
within stirs the silver stars,
she perceives the wisdom in the callow
& indelible in the wise
youths’ oval ebony, &soulful eyes
a generous yet haunting sad smile,
transcending space &time
it rids me of my harden heart’s denial
on a quest of her own,
a love child grown
…&so has a
a mother’s love
December rains have dragged last, lingering leaves
down into litter. Sodden almond-casks
that once bore kernels, strewn discarded masks,
repose redundant. Thoughts are threadbare sleeves
devoid of comfort. Like a lonely cello,
the wind whips fitfully about its tasks.
A chaffinch flicks a fruitless shell, and asks:
the year must disappear to sere, to yellow?
Expecting legible patterns in dispersal,
she wishes worldwide winter worked for her,
have secret feelings yield the universal.
The nutshell, now inert, helps her infer
that life must die, but strangely, must prevail.
December’s just the belly of the whale.
In the blithe breeze
A baby’s hand opens to the light.
In a daze, the radiant blaze, towering flower
arching toward the golden solar rays.
In a time-lapsing daydream, it rises, stretches
and unfurls, soaking in and beckoning the sultry Sol,
the simmering summer Sol.
No wonder it is seen as good luck.
First conceived in childish crayon,
It bears the ragged, jagged edges
of toddler joy, of a blunt golden celebration.
Clutch it to one’s chest,
the Raggedy Ann blossom,
the perennial of laughter and glee,
great daisy pregnant with seed!
Brightly blue hue the skies so shine
White marshmallow pillows floats high
Sun solar bright yet a distance black dot, the moon passes by
Moon in front of Sol
Domingo, Sol ou chuva
Empreendedora
com garra
e motivação,
mostra que
na venda,
sempre tem
uma solução,
e assim,
com paciência
e determinação,
sol ou chuva,
sempre tem
disposição
para fazer
com um
pouco
a mais,
mais e mais.
Sol was a sincerely sweet preteen with one thing on his mind.
He wanted to impress a sassy female named Louise S. Valentine.
She was not interested but did not want to seem unkind.
She steered him to a friend of hers who thought he was fine.
The sun is shining again.
I know it's a friend
Reaching out to me
From a world I cannot see.
The sun sometimes seems
To shine just for me
When I am sad in a place I can be,
Reminds me to never give up my dreams.
A red sun, pooling like a drop of blood:
coagulates at the edge of darkness.
And ebony flows like a rising flood:
black as pitch, inking a seamless starkness.
A gilded moon, like a pitted gold coin,
beams in the sky as a beacon of light.
And twinkling like flashing fireflies, stars join
quasars and pulsars, lighting up the night.
Dawn frets like a nervous actor offstage,
while preparing to introduce the sun.
And as a gossamer breeze comes of age,
morning shimmers, like a web, freshly spun.
And Sol rises: as a golden balloon,
afloat in the air, like a songbird's tune.
heat blankets the earth
simple self-preservation ~
prickly hedgehog ball
Full of sun, you bloom
Giving all the world a smile
As you touch the sky
Hollow odes lament where waves crash depthless
Oh! How ocean lacking light spills woe so!
Lackluster grays wail unkempt longingness
Lone stander bleeds the dreams of times ago
O'er the screaming wind, a seagull's bleak cries
weeps of cloudiness usurping the day
Heaven's warmth obscured, and now coldness vies,
overwhelming where vast emptiness slays
Left purposeless, wavering dark takes hold
looping tight a lynch-like corrosive noose
Otiose life sucks vim where sharks enfold,
wrecked in sunless abyss of night let loose
But Sol, unconquerable, beams once more
and the lighthouse sings, full of birds from shore!
(6/10/18)
'Twas the first snowfall of fall
Wondering what happened to Mr.Sol
Will miss that old guy
Need his wamth in the sky
Keepng us happy instead of behind the 8-ball
Simple,shining sun.
Sliding silently to set.
Sundown silence,sh.
12/28/2020
7am PST
Nascer do sol
Hoje em todos os tempos;
todos os dias,
na vida ou nos negócios
oportunidades são
como o nascer do sol;
se esperar muito,
quando procurar;
já foi.
Qualquer pessoa,
que possa perceber isso,
chega ao êxito
pois faz cada vez
mais e mais.
SOL’S A SHINING
Sol’s a shining,
And dog is laying around,
For on this day
Winter has made her home in residence,
And bought another dimension to feeling
Adding to a wonderful time of year,
And I sit in contentment be
And bask in Sol’s feathered warmth;
And let the world around
Pass with noisy traffic abound,
And siren in background,
Clear sky rain surrendered
A notch in the gauge indicates the occurrence,
Garden dressed in freshness splendid,
A zephyr stirs the leave’s,
On boughs of trees parked within the garden here
And beyond the garden fence,
Jackass from beyond laughs, laughs, and laughs again
To me he is friend in background far,
Butterfly dressed in yellow hues
Flitters and flutters on upward drift,
As winter shadows dance and prance adorn the land,
Papaya tree burdened down with fruity treasure plenty,
Banana tree heavily pregnant hangs prodigiously to ground,
It’s this time of the year for reflection in the knowledge
That I have plenty of blessings that abound
And wrap their arms around,
That I have much not to take for granted:
And Sol’s a shining,
And dog is laying around.
Francis Cooper – Mac © 29-Jun-20
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