A tall fellow strolled on a beach abroad
Along a cream-like sandy shore unflawed,
He tripped on a small shell
And fell with a sharp yell,
Lying on the ground while all his teeth gnawed.
We drift along the town-side promenade
on damp paving stones,
at blue hour,
past caffé windows
and the resting Héracléa port
Earlier we were sun-struck
watching gulls flicking over the marina
worn thin by the heat and glare
now we’re moonstruck
the harbor bobbing with a thousand white hulls
tide-light, the skin of the night
silvers the masts at sway
and polishes the darkened curve of the sea
the sea is never still, as if breathing
further out at bay, yachts cork and glitter like crystal
a warm breeze loosens cares
drifting honeyed with jasmine and salt
gentle waves wander in then out
returning as if by instinct
and splashing on the breakers like applause.
little bells in boat riggings chime
everyone's strolling tonight
being not just stimulated,
but biohacked - seduced by the scene
now and then a scooter mumbles past
its lights gleaming in puddles
as if for measured emphasis
.
.
A song for this:
Inesaurible Tu by St. Project
This for drinking fount, fount
Central to its display
With illuminant
As what spilt more honoured
Shed more to enchant.
Worked of hands, whose firm hearts
Of Beauty's old standards
Most conscientious!
Timeless. Timeless remain.
As Truth; numinous.
The Stumble and Rise
There once lived a colleague called James,
Lean, strolling in crowd without shame,
He tripped on a crack
Fell flat on his back
Then bounced up and said, "It`s a game!"
Summer Hiku 6
summer shining sun
strolling down scorching street
man f
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h e a d l o n g.
Taking a stroll through the undergrowth
Back to where you and me pledged our troth
To love each other, come rain or snow
In the forest that we both love so.
It's glorious this time of the year
When the wild flowers start to appear
And trees are proudly sprouting fresh leaves
In a dainty dance upon the breeze.
We hold hands as the undergrowth’s rough
Which causes walking to become tough
Not that we need to have an excuse
When we’re free to be out on the loose.
Upon the trees birds chirp cheerfully
Cheeping in avian harmony
Squirrels foraging undergrowth store
Nuts they have buried on days before.
We spot young bunnies taking first hops
The farmers who're preparing their crops
In the distant not too faraway
Working happily throughout their day.
So pleased that we came upon this place
To delight in nature's wondrous grace
Appreciating scenes such as this
That we were all given as a gift.
Its drawing a trolling? A play by J K is sure unfolding.'
As she puts out to grass, the stubboness of all asses.!
In a lesson to all nations, she's standing at her station.'
Even though (i'm not a fan) I can see she's sure of reality
As a woman 'with sand' thats what i see.' She has marked
Out, her t e r f.' May each roll of the surf. Break open the Hard shores as its all; there to live for!! Be a straight out
Master, not a squeaking; and real pule-ing disaster.'
The birds are chirping
Better go into the shades
Someone is singing.
An old man was shot
taking a walk in New York,
just taking a walk,
and maybe thinking about
how near to death he was.
It was then
that he walked right into a stray bullet.
We do not know
where the bullet was going
or where it would have gone
had the old man
not stepped in front of it.
In another part of the metropolis,
a baby is shot (quite by accident),
in the head.
It was crying in its stroller,
but when the bullet arrived it fell silent.
They say a young man
was taking out his gun for a walk.
When a cop saw the 9 milli
It was almost 8 A.M at a crosswalk
on 40second street.
Bullets flew,
a window, a pigeon, and
a small dog
were taken out.
The gunfight was reported,
as local news,
as I watched
the TV screen seemed to shrug,
despite the busy street
nobody witnessed,
it just happened.
Even so,
It was considered to be yet another,
'New York miracle',
for although the window that was shot
had a hole in it,
it survived.
I pray for your sake
You
Whilst out one night walking
Strolling through a park
At and under moonlight
You find the one you are so dearly
looking for
And the love you so seek
And I also hope it is raining outside as well
Like in every romantic movie set
And background lit with Christmas
strings of multi colored fairy lights
Twinkling like the glee and joy
residing behind your eyes
Drifters have nowhere,
as leaves go everywhere, they live.
A stroll on the side
As I strolled through a small meadow
A profound peace consumed my soul
Felt serene; my heart was aglow
As I strolled through a small meadow
Blooming roses were in a row
Basking in nature, I feel whole
As I strolled through a small meadow
A profound peace consumed my soul
09/20/2022
Contest: Triolet
Sponsor: Joseph May
One sunny springtime morning
I met her on a fair day.
I saw her from a distance
Out strolling on the fair way.
As like the springtime morning
She filled the air with joy...
She was a rose of England
And I a blacksmith's boy.
I heard that she was singing
As I maundered ever near;
The sweetest charming plainsong
Sent softly to my ear.
As like the springtime morning
She filled the air with joy...
She was a rose of England
And I a blacksmith's boy.
She had the rarest countenance,
She had the fairest flowing hair;
She looked the grandest lady,
Ethereal beyond compare.
As like the springtime morning
She filled the air with joy...
She was a rose of England
And I a blacksmith's boy.
She was a rose of this fair land,
The flower of Saint George,
But I my master's vassal,
A servant of the forge.
So, like the springtime morning
She filled my heart with joy...
She, a rose of England
Whilst I, a blacksmith's boy.
Oh! how gracefully the trees, flaunting splendor lilt
Swaying autumn’s palettes in rhythms of winds ruby
As the sun is setting, flaming glow of gamboge skies
Amber breeze is blushing rosy glimmer of eventide
And robins are excavating pecking on decaying lawn
Where ducks are ambling, ogling seductive bond
Amid people strolling, pausing to gaze at opaline arc
Floating crimson filaments on tinted purple canvas
Enhanced by falling colors whirling mellowed vibes
In twilight’s golden ambiance alluring romantic eyes
Gleam of eve’s fading, ceding reign to peeking moon
As scent of you appeals, quiescently enveloping me
Enchanting where I sit, under twinkling stellar magic
Enticed by euphony of mockingbird’s sensuous song
Articulating for me eloquently, love is never too far
When autumn blazes passions titillating lovers’ hearts
October 20, 2021
Placed 1st: Let’s Mix It Up Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Theme: Nature
Unrhymed couplet/Unrhymed imagism/Free verse
street lights all aglow
feel the snow against your face
as you stroll along
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