Woman Sunshine Poems

The three poetry forms used are haiku, tanka and sijo.


whirling in daisies
multicolored blooms in hair
summertime affair

Caressing petals
Light steps frolic in beauty
as breezes chase blooms.
Raspberry days...

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We are blessed to know a woman…who we are sure the gods designed
to be like sunlight in a bottle…and oh…how we love to watch her...

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A dragonfly glided, through the courtyard of dreams,
The most vibrant colours, I have ever seen.
24th June, was the incredible day,
The best day of our lives,...

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Steal James Dean's car
Paint it
Marlboro Red
Marina Blue
Cocaine White
Slip down and cruise the coast
Skip town on the drop of a dime
1955 Porsche 550 Spyder in the...

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S Such is our flesh, natural "man"
I In the language of Testaments, we plan
N Not only to enjoy our sins, but confess
   ...

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Why can't I let you go,
Even the sunshine won't leave anymore.
The moon's ready to make up the supper,
But there is no where you
And neither your...

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In fragrance night, she hula dances slowly,
After the spectral sun has gone down lowly.
She sways to the motions of the palm trees,
And so appears to...

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I have been reading her poetry for so many years that I lose count 
She is a Norwegian woman with a great capacity for great...

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In blue jeans and a large floppy hat, 
Charming as the hot, southern morn;
She hears songbirds go this way and that-
And scarecrows are still as...

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The freedom bell rang but the bullets still flew

I remember when death was all around, I remember the dark rain in the air as my...

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Phwoaarh! Anne-Lise really is hot
‘Old woman’ she really is not
With lovely blonde hair
Men ogle and stare
Her husband has hit the jackpot!

Yesterday a vitriolic comment was...

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Sometimes, 

in my mornings, 

or in my afternoons and evenings,

or in my nights.

I imagine I can see you walking, 

striding so easily, 

confidently,

and bountifully.

Sunshine goes...

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this middle aged rue stirring bummer
   haint no stranger to cold,
when dark hen stormy wintry days
   eggs hit from Arctic portal...

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She filled the entire sky.
The fold of clouds evened out.
She smiled regardless of weather.
Her smile peeped through the cracks of closed blinds.
Peeked between open spots...

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(this written about a baker's half-dozen years ago)

this then stunning lithe oldest teenage niece, daughter of
my younger sister epitomizes a tall drink of water
(similar to...

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