On a blue-sky gorgeous morning, and a coolness in the breeze
I stroll barefoot through the pasture and stop to take a look
At the tiny little fishes swimming in the brook
That are hiding beneath the leaves that have fallen from the trees
All the different colors of the leaves... red, orange, yellow and green
And there's that long-tailed red-haired fox running through the meadow
Barking out to find his love sounding like a high-pitched cello
And there she came with her three kits... such an awesome scene!
Scents of roses and rows of tulips on the valley's knoll
Monarchs flying all around and sparrows sing to autumns worth
And all the doe's whom all were pregnant have now all given birth
Nature's finest I got to see on my barefoot morning stroll
Well... hello hello to you.
And a fine how do you do.
I've escaped from the zoo.
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
Skunks stroll in moonlight;
a mother and her four kits.
I ignore her stance.
solitary stroll
in the gathering twilight...
I have company
with all the birds and the trees
and hear music in the wind
Though blitzkrieg bombs drop like rain
We Brits shall smile with shear disdain
My Cuban cigar now bursts aflame
Like a dawn that ends our darkest hour
And burnt tobacco falls from its tip
Like future Nazi ashes they drip
From the bloody jaws of victory we will snatch defeat
I shall grab my bowler and cane to stroll down Downing Street.
"It is quite possible to leave your home for a walk in the early morning air and return a different person - beguiled, enchanted."
~ Mary Ellen Chase
We enjoy the whistling wind as we walk,
The cool morning breeze calms and charms us,
A peacock is perched on a peepal tree,
Its fine feathers flowing fascinatingly,
Its sound of squawking seems sophisticated,
Like mystical music to its magnificent mate;
The butterscotch-orange ball blooms in the blue,
A snake slithers silently in the sewer nearby,
Songbirds tweet tantalizingly in the tall trees,
Vehicles plying on the highway are a vision to view,
Blushing bougainvilleas have blossomed in bunches,
Numerous neem trees line the narrow footpath,
A squirrel squeezes through a small, square hole,
And we uncover God's wonders as He unveils a new day.
Time - the toxic air of life subliming from the clock,
Seeks alongside pain to render journeys not complete,
Nothing spared the test of essence per the world we walk,
Forged of jagged, scattered stones designed to scar our feet.
It was a perfect day, a sunny golden day.
I felt the gentle sweep of easy breezes,
the music of the wind.
It was my daily stroll around the neighborhood,
my daily clarity.
It was there, and then I beheld the cat,
the leashed Siamese cat, prowling and smelling.
A man clutched this leash, seeming absorbed,
seeming preoccupied by cat rubbing and sniffing,
cat prowling and surveying land and sky.
Never had I witnessed a leashed cat.
This was a way we controlled and humanized dogs.
Cats were always wilder, less human, and freer.
My usual steps brought me nearer to
the cat on a leash. The owner had his back to me,
he seemed unaware of my approach.
But Siamese cat offered me a predatory stare,
ready to pounce on my flopping shoelaces.
I knew then my shoes were doomed,
my laces would soon die.
No, I couldn’t stop laughing.
afternoon stroll
I walked into a landscape painting made of chlorophyll
in eleven variations, and there were no adolescent girls
around suffering from sclerosis, but did see a pale face
in a car driving by, cattle string incomprehensively at
the painting
the heaven was pale blue with hasty brush strokes
of fondly white painted looking like the top crest of
waves gone astray, petrified by loneliness
Rocks too, were green as decaying teeth and sheep
shorn looking ridicules and ashen among verdant
olive trees
As the sun was about to hibernate and night cast
shadows on the silent stage, colors evaporated
I thought of Saddam Hussein, already forgotten
had a daughter who loved him, saw him as tragic
a figure fighting the occupiers
This teaches us one needs not to be saint to be
loved
Morning Stroll
Said she to the dog on its leash
while enjoying their morning stroll,
“I could put a treat on your nose
so as for me to shake your paw
and sing softly to your little heart
‘til you can’t resist the urge but to howl.
“Or I could tickle your belly
just to watch as you roll over,
or I could scratch behind your ears
and whisper sweet nothings in them
that we’d share together with the air,
as friends sometimes will do when in despair.
“But no matter where we venture,
with you wagging your tail and nose
to the ground, sniffing at this and that,
you’ll still be on the leash, dragging me home.”
sits a little swift
amidst violet flowers ~
flying bud on tied fly
mesmerizing tune
in the midst of blaring horns~
magpie Robin sings
long train swiftly moves
without a loco pilot~
trail of busy ants
engrossing odor
nearby sewage mess reek~
pure white flowers bloom
a pleasant moment
in the mid of worldly stress~
birds relishing pool
a rainbow springs up
in the monotonous life~
colorful flowers bloom
my plain flat pulse rate
embraces bright buoyancy~
perky squirrels roam
colorful jewels
walks around the fallen leaves~
cute centipede crawls
a bright beaming mouth
amid the slanderous words~
divine dawn Chorus
true hope emanates
even after failures hit~
a barren tree sprouts
a joyful write up
amidst the arousing thoughts~
stroll in my garden
and I wandered under the stars
the balmy taste of wind on my lips
a whimsy of love in the air
just a few notes unrecognizable
tickling the nape of my neck
that’s when loneliness embraced me
the lover I recognized in the night
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
To Stroll The O's, .... Park's Journey's, ... Wide!
Enough's Our Beat Of Strength And, .... Might!
A leisurely stroll along the shore ,so grand ,
Left my footprints in the sand .
Sublime sea and summer 's breeze
Moments to savour ,my mind at ease.
The sun sinks into horizon ,a spellbinding scene ,
My happiness beyond measure ,so serene .
Waves rise and fall,so eternal
Their sounds ,rhythymic and lyrical
I ran towards the waves with glee,
waist-deep ,sands slipping free.
Against the tide, courage I find ,
A dance with nature ,my heart and mind .
Sailors surf with cheerful motion
seashells whisper,in action
My Fulfilling moments ,cherished long ,
A beachside symphony ,a nature's song .
Midnight boom town streets have this allure
imagining an uncanny venture
eavesdrop veil surround but dark as coal
how I love my after hours stroll
Secret worlds unfold their impish plot
mesmerised entanglement a tiered whatnot
black crush velvet sky we must extol
how I love my after hours stroll
Gilt fantasies that float across each lane way
fluorescent gremlin from some ghostly parking bay
gust on salt ice pier might buttonhole
how I love my after hours stroll
Snow clad mall whistler gaffe prone
while wandering the ink hue urban zone
a chapter lift and snatch from begging bowl
how I love my after hours stroll
Traffic signals stellar stoic stance
heartbeat of nocturnal moonlight dance
frozen digit signage reeks of twinkling North Pole
how I love my after hours stroll
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