nude sunbathing
on a winter’s day
I saw two bluetits!
Now carney caused, once trudy got paused.' Tis fruit of the darkest blarney.)
Visibility is low, wear a bright vest,
Cycle with lights on, caution is best.
Stay on the bike path across the Tappan Zee
The Hudson's below, but you can't see
You can't see the water, the fog is like a wall
It might be a blanket, it might be a pall
You peer through glasses - an ancient man smiles.
Your bike hums in tune as it laps up the miles.
Turn south to the rail trail above Grandview
When you see a face, you seek for a clue
a man emerges, with dogs on each side
He looks sarcastic, but you nod as you ride.
You reach Piermont Pier, last stop Erie train
Soldiers embarked, not all came back again
The white in the sky obscures the sun
Seagulls rest but your peace won't come
Memories like waves begin.
The air is soft, so what stings your skin?
Father couldn't speak before life disappeared.
You dream of him as you stand on the pier.
Fog as a cloak, you hide in a cloud
People are scarce, but you don't like a crowd.
Head down in the fog, try hard to shed a tear.
Stark bare trees on a foggy pier.
Last look back on Piermont Pier.
a stark hue rainbow
over the cemetery —
light dark lace corset
You're another spark in the dark,
But also stark figure in the park.
The family all gathered to consort
as the doctors turned off all life supports.
They moistened her lips with a lollipop.
Shortly after her breathing stopped.
She looked at peace, her eyes fixed far away,
not a trace of pain on her face that day..
She lingered for a farewell kiss,
was so well loved, would be sorely missed.
Hovering above her vessel so worn, aware
of their wails as they deeply mourned.
The room now empty, absolutely stark,
her lifeless body alone in the dark..
She sensed a bright light and embraced
her journey as the hospital staff
placed her body on the gurney..
I stared into the mirror, wincing at my own reflection,
through eyes fogged by cataract.
Saw a black tint spreading around my eyes
and face like a wrinkled piece of linen
Where is the bubbly girl of seventeen?
I asked myself.
How flamboyant and flaunting I was,
now enveloped in silence.
Do anyone remember my younger version-
the little birdie that tweeted endless?
Beneath the shell of this withering cortex,
I still have a heart young as ever,
not yet shriveled, but succulent
full of love and warmth;
a sleeping guitar, capable of music,
if trained hands move over my taut strings.
So please don't take me as a wretched hag,
and push me into a state of silent non-being
or throw me like the chip of a broken mirror,
making me feel so inconsequential!
Shot up so high
Stood touching the sky
Was only a dream
Fell off the seam!
Santa and Mrs. Claus brought the Christmas train to Field’s
A young mother had sent her children in to see the toys.
They mentioned it was going to be a stark Christmas.
Their father had been killed in the war.
They had been warned not to expect much.
Santa and Mrs. Claus exchanged a look.
That year these children had a rather lovely Christmas.
It was the least they could do.
With the heart of a Lion, a tribute to John Fetterman
John was the Mayor of a ghetto town and used his
family resources to turn things around. Where
buildings were abandoned and things looked stark,
John brought new life, parks and art...
With the heart of a lion John worked night and day,
homicides dropped, crime was held at bay...
Recovering from a stroke with an occasional pause,
this 6 foot man debated the polished Mr. Oz,
because that's just the things he does...
Some might view John as cavalier, he made a
few enemies here and there, but isn't that politics
every where??
Vote John Fetterman, Pa.'s better man!!
in world made her mark
with humor and sometimes stark
an amusing monarch
about queen we fear
had been dear both far and near
is no longer here
new king will select
who we will love and respect
close with can connect
strong and is regal
like an eccentric eagle
with corgi and beagle
seems to be so short
by marriage a queen consort
obtain our support
Captain America also known as Steve Roger,
Fought numerous battles as the first Avenger.
Once he was a tiny little boy,
Who had a big heart and strong will to bring justice and joy.
Soon he was given the super serum,
And became the symbol of heroism.
Once he was frozen in the ice,
For the complete 66 years with no choice.
Yet, He fought the evil with all his will,
Like Hydra, Thanos and even Red Skull.
He always carried his shield that has a star,
Made out of Vibranium gifted by Mr. Stark.
Never knew Cap could even age a day,
But he comes back all old and gray.
After placing the infinity stones back to their place,
He gives his shield to his friend Sam with grace.
And now he lives a normal life,
After marrying his beloved wife.
Written May 24, 2022
5th Place
in Captain America Poetry Contest
sponsored by Robert James Liguori.
Your wildlife is slowly tamed.
For wisdom to be attained.
The gold that we have searched for.
Has been waiting at our door.
The stark truth of the world,
will slowly be unfurled.
That we will settle like the dust,
to either burnout or to rust!
date:3/8/22
Stark Truth
That that dies
Never was
More than dust
Being breathed
By God
Manifest as sentience
To know by touch
Pangs of separation
Bliss of union
Blurring boundaries
Between form and void
Expanding
To contain the universe
Within
Love enablement
Unity consciousness
Bliss inked co-creation
The trinity
Fused
Thus
19-February-2022
The Chalice of Night pours dark on the stair
drops of shadows that don't belong there.
Echoes of footsteps--do they signal harm?
Whispers in bushes that push our alarm.
We know spirits like to do their roaming
in quiet darkness or amid murky gloaming.
We feel their breath as it tickles our ear;
murmuring softly, they arouse more fear.
Walking alone on a deserted lane
in dark night, footfalls I cannot explain.
Is that just a bush, or something unknown?
can it be paper, or a silk kerchief shown?
Reading alone by mere lamp flame,
I hear someone whisper my name.
A step on the stair, a brush of air,
I wonder if Night is creeping in there.
At night, it's best to sit outside by fire,
gaze at stars' wonder to our heart's desire.
Release our dark fears to nightfall instead,
and leave expired mortals entirely dead!
January 19, 2022
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