You strolled in smiling like a thousand blooms,
My life-breath forgot to breathe for a while;
Cracked creaked desert-like thousand era dooms,
Gleamed and glowed like the smart summer sun's smile.
Our thoughts, like lilies, immaculate, chaste!
Words and deeds like crystal, vivid and clear;
Sharing and caring, like nectar, we taste!
Like celestials, to no danger, we fear!
Don't go away from me, my Love! My Life!
Let love last as long as long length could be!
Finding real joy and hope, be our strife,
Let's stand stern and all changing seasons see!
What if heaven and earth face their fast ends?
Our love for each other to no threat bends!
03 September 2021
We strolled the broken sidewalks
Of a little chilly lake town
Caught between mountains
Talking about art and money
Smelling curiously of aged wood
About who cared anymore for culture
And stopped in to lunch at
A corner cafe where two meals
Cost us twenty because we were hungry
I snapped a photo of the storybook
Book store's curlicue gingerbread
For a moment we were sculpture
Frozen, captured, cast in time
No one important was around to see us
Only a robot Santa and a traffic cop
AS I STROLLED PAST THE PAST
I saw a soul so seductive
A wild woman with wile
Meeting her would have been counter-productive
Because I am a fool given to guile
She strolled by me with a stimulating smile
Yet I simply frowned in response
My life wouldn’t become hers to defile
For I am akin to a candle searching for a sconce
I am a candle being burned at both ends
As the flame heads for the center of wax
I have too many enemies but precious few friends
And love is something reality redundantly redacts
I watched the woman walk wondrously by
But I’ve known too many ladies who lie
They voice falsehoods and then say “goodbye”
As weariness and woefulness grow nigh
They come nearer to me than I need them to be
While the seductive tempt me with a grin
I don’t want to know why they want to know me
Because only a fool would want the scurrilous to begin
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Dolefully the eventide strolled
Down the hills leaving
Scintilla of hues on horizon
Then yielding to night's decree
owls hooted in unison
Forlorn fowls sought refuge in groves,
Stray dogs tired of full day's gambolling
searched for shelter,
Gophers still sauntered in far off farms
Groping for grains unaware of the wild cats
Awaiting them in perfidious furrows-
A lone beggar on footpath ate crumbs of bread
He got in alms
Thus the busy day
Its varied opulance
In night's loving lap did lay