Pink fringed lotus,
stunning leaf floater,
suffusing pond surface,
beneath sapphire sky,
in stoic city pond,
charming capture,
casual strollers peep,
as vim skims,
reflection of visages,
luscious liquid stream,
fluid canvas,
water in atmosphere.
or pool intensifies,
navy blue welkin,
august morning shift,
in shade or tint,
hue’d reservoir,
sapphire firmament,
a momentary pause,
for zestful urbanite,
bowl-shape flora,
or vapored vault,
coalescing influence,
bridging distance,
town dynamism,
lush environment,
bosom buddy treaty
Grandpa 26 Dec 2025
Giving zerberts on her tummy and playing piggies to make her laugh.
Running after her and watching to ensure she’s safe in the park.
Assembling and adjusting a child’s artist easle before Christmas.
Never letting her cross the street alone, but going on frequent walks.
Driving her to see farm animals, pumpkin patches and corn mazes.
Playing chopsticks with her on the piano, holding her index fingers.
Allowing Carolina to experience new things as long as they’re safe.
Carolina 26 Dec 2025
Carrying more dollies and toys than a toddler can reasonably hold.
Always in motion, we nicknamed her both tornado and hurricane.
Running or pushing toy baby carriages, strollers and mowers.
Only not quite three, she insists on climbing up the big kids’ slides.
Learning about gardening with Grandpa, and cooking with Grandma.
Interested early in books, but won’t let us read all before turning the pages
Nightly learning to say her prayers with Grandma before going to bed.
Although always exhausting, she is missed when she’s back with her folks.
The bus is only practical
If you’re not in a hurry.
If time is of the essence,
Then your mind will fill with worry.
Aside from all the local stops,
The passengers board slowly
And don’t know how to swipe or tap –
Annoying! Holy moly!
A number are quite elderly,
While others come with strollers
Or luggage clogging up the aisle
Or shopping carts on rollers.
If you’re in luck, your driver
Will be practiced, moving fast,
But more likely he’ll be insecure,
Afraid of squeezing past
All the trucks and taxis double-parked
And blocking up the street.
You’ll sit there knowing you’ll be late
If someone you must meet.
It’s better on the subway,
Though, of course, it’s underground,
But it’s best if there’s a walking
Destination to be found.
When we build
for everyone,
everyone wins:
The ramp helps
not just wheelchairs
but strollers,
delivery carts,
tired legs.
Captions help
not just deaf ears
but noisy rooms,
second languages,
different processors.
Multiple ways in
mean no one
stands outside
looking through
locked windows
at learning
they can't reach.
Every entrance
leads to the same
beautiful place:
understanding,
belonging,
growth.
Design from the start
for every brain,
every body,
every spirit
that walks
through your door.
Your mood changes depending on the time of day
In the morning most are restless with nothing to say
In the afternoon that when the annoyance starts
With loud school kids and drunks from liquor marts
You try your best not to give too much eye contact
It's loud cell phone conversations behind your back
The seats are constantly signed by a street gang
So-called men won't get up for the elderly in pain
There's always passengers who want to ride for free
And seem to bother others and won't let them be
Parents get on the bus with strollers big as beds
Also there's the deranged that didn't take their meds
Anger is always displayed by someone's bad speech
The stop requested cord is always to far to reach
Then you have the strange ones who likes to stare
Sometimes riding the bus can be a total nightmare
spring time morning sun
feeding robin on plum tree~
silence of strollers
Baseballs, Barbie dolls
Bicycles and falls
Replaced with
Controllers, scrolling
Strollers and hovering
Whitecaps on the water,
Gentle cooling breeze.
Circle Line with tourists
And a lack of jetting skis.
Babies in their strollers,
Joggers on the run.
“Ice cold water!” seller,
Thinking summer’s not quite done.
Trucks on nearby bridges,
Pigeons pecking ‘round;
Such a lovely afternoon,
Where New York vibes resound.
There is nothing to distinguish
this day from any other
down on the beach
children splash into the shallows
dogs sprinting after soggy balls
flung from loose limbed strollers
while swallows carve the air
with cursive dashes
how easy to forget
this scene will keep repeating
in all the seaside towns
long after you’ve departed
your breath and essence
mingling with the salt and spray
for today observe your pleasure
then exhale in silent thanks.
Ride a city bus or train
And you will get a sense
Of humankind of every strain -
Behold the evidence:
The old, the young, the thin, the fat,
The handicapped, the frail,
The homeless, jock or spoiled brat,
The baby set to wail.
The strollers hogging too much space,
The walkers inching past,
The bodies crushed up everyplace
Until your stop - at last!
You exit, glad to be outside
And grateful you can walk,
But that's the price you pay to ride
On transit in New Yawk.
I
awake
to swirling
aural vision
a dawn nirvana
dazzling shades crisp allure
from earth to faraway sky
clouds that drift, float and harmonise
birds that scatter leafs on green clad trees
imposing mountain peak’s peerless zenith
Early morning horde salute day ahead
zestful footstep mandate for gumption
fervour under the sun-drenched copse
Water sprinkler’s icy spray
cast in rainbow droplet
wet haired strollers grin
beyond a douse
dream colours
gold reign
now
The talkers were talking,
texting.
Walkers were walking,
skipping, jogging.
Strollers were shaking,
prams rocking.
Kids were shouting,
yipping, yelling.
The pond went roundly around
a circling ground of sound,
shorts on bicycles
were lazily wheeling.
Girls were sky-larking,
He sat under the sun,
a drowsily winking sun,
eyelids heavy and closing.
lashes flickering, tickling.
Sunlight was playing,
Shape-shifting his thoughts,
images
that turned around and around
the ring-a-round pond,
while he slowly melted
into a sleepy smile,
over there somewhere,
where no one looked to see.
~City Market~
The smell of popcorn, burned hot dogs, and sweat invaded his nostrils as Jason pushed his way down Fuller Street. Past vegetable carts, homemade pie stands, and the booth with carved wooden bears holding ‘Welcome signs’. He weaved around baby strollers and people who thought it a good idea to bring their dogs for a walk through the shoulder-to-shoulder traffic. He entered through the back of the jewelry stand and sat down at the table.
“How’d we do?” Sheila asked.
“Pretty good shopping day,” he told his girlfriend as he emptied the wallets and watches from his pockets.
The hand of a friend
Can wear the glove of kindness
Evil wears a mask
Yellow daydreams are so vivid and bright.
As daytime strollers, revel in the light.
This wish is magnified by the golden hue.
As we indulge in its golden bliss anew.
Captured by the constellations at nightfall.
Our aspirations transcend and never stall.
By the light of the moon gentle glow.
Onwards, our golden dreams will flow.
There are countless possibilities in this world.
Where we are free and our dreams are hurled.
With excitement and glee, our emotions fly.
As we fulfill our hopes for a free nation defy.
We will not be stopped by hardship.
As we chase our goals in every car trip.
With every step, we draw closer still.
To our golden dreams, we will fulfill
So let us embrace our golden dreams.
And let them guide us alike sweet beams.
There's no limit to what we can achieve.
If in the power of our dreams, we believe.
seat under sky’s dome
to view sea’s exhibitions˜
strollers’ comfort zone
seawall’s curved pathway
lovers hold hands, hugs and kiss ˜
their romantic lane
calm water and sky
waves smooch shores and coastal lines˜
waders’ sounds applause
while walking at shore
pleasant coastal breeze will cool˜
therapy for all
stroll at baywalk nights or days
leisure comes in many ways
May 3, 2023 10.11pm
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