.
i once did kiss
uh girl
fromg her neck
unto
hern
just peek
peak'd
and she
giggled
'til
down mine kiss'd
hern couldn't
see
lo
she
doezn't giggle
whilst her'z
scream'z
Bliss squall, benediction divine
All is grace, all is grace
With pulse of love, gently align
Exiting life's rat race
On choosing to begin
Silencing thought flow din
God's love exhumes erst sin
His call
Bliss squall
21-November-2022
Quietus
"I bet it bothers you that at my weakest,
I am still stronger than you."
This quote is widely spread
may have been said first by Nero.
Winded by narcissism,
this squall might rank - EF-0
Weakened by arrogance, it does no damage
compare it to the Spanish dinero.
obsolete!
scavenge what you find and
salvage what you can
swim towards the shores, though
the shores do seem to
swim
shimmy up a sea shore tree
shady up under the
palm
inspire yourself to be a hard - to - split
nut
who could just as easily be won over with a
song
good friend
lie awake under the island's
scintillating moon
as she sparks light over the shimmering shadows of
low waves
listen to the cadency of
accent, course, and sway
the days' roving shipwrecks
so
often
made
my divine gowned mystic banfilid
within the oak and intonation of
inward hills
let us crack open these fence - sitting coconuts
that have wobbled off by themselves
into the
fields
my good friend
Do clouds rapidly flee chased by icy gulls?
Is something more horrifying about to happen?
A frightening squall is descending to Earth,
the airways are free of fowls and raptors,
mothers rescue their kids from the captor,
their safety is a ritual since the dawn of Man;
shivering and unprotected is that grizzly bear
climbing the redwood tree for his cubs' mirth!
Sand and soil become a huge cloud,
concealing from burning eyes a revelation
that Nostradamus has brought to our attention,
it's more gruesome than a biblical event;
will flood submerge all in deep water...
as people scream and envoke God to stop Goliath,
reminding Him the promise He made to Noah!
There's no arch insight, no captain aboard,
the murky waters are still rising and frighten;
what went wrong is unjustified human error,
why are we punished by Man, not by God?
They are destroying our joy, our livelihood,
the wilderness of harmonious Shenandoah
and the meadows of daffodils about to sprout!
During the evening
A strong wind blows
The wind has the snow
The snowflakes dances
Falling towards the ground
A view is blocked by
A snow squall seen
Appears and then goes
Suddenly peaceful
The wind has ceased
Fresh coat of snow fell
It has spread outward
Coating all the ground
With fresh fallen snow
Trees dressed with white
coats
Warm from the cold wind
The ocean, eternal, spreads wide
Reflecting slate, somber storm clouds
While beachgoers, eight stories down,
Gather towels and scurry fast
From a squall shedding white lightning,
Dull, delayed drumbeat of thunder
Touching my ears as your fingers
Cover my hand on the railing;
Surf line we watch fade, grow obscured
In a curtain of pallid rain
Encroaching the pale, vacant sand
As single-file palms bob green heads
When an updraft, cool and sudden,
Tousles your soft and silken hair
And balloons your light cotton shift—
Bare beauty nearly shared—
We retreat, sliding glass door to,
Sequestering the world away
Save your bold, yearning expression,
Gentle kisses to hungry lips,
Cotton slipping, slacking, falling,
Then persistent, gusting patter
Of rain like long-pent love.
Deep ebb and flow crash with fury against the lighthouse in the cerulean sunset
3-27-2016
Squall Line
Silver lining
Seeds prayerfully sowed
Heavy heart releases all cares
Showers
He packed it all after the big fight
And drove away in the dead of night
Leaves the pain that cut like a knife
He’d done everything to make it work right
She lays on the bed and stares at walls
Thinking maybe that he’ll call
It wasn’t the first time they’d faced squalls
Hadn’t she done everything, after all
He drives on and thinks of the past
And why they couldn’t make it last
He knew that now the die was cast
And he was never going back
She wakes up, he’s still gone
She thought he would be home by dawn
She stretches and rises with one last yawn
Conclusions yet are not foregone
He pulls off to get some sleep
Something that he desperately needs
The sleep that comes is long and deep
And through the pores the anger seeps
The day is long, she gets no news
It’s already been a week or two
And then he called out of the blue
He said it’s over, this was the truth
She drops the phone in disbelief
He hangs up so very relieved
Their time together had not been brief
But she had caused him so much grief
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