Genial gold bullions of first blush town verve,
cobalt blue ingots in sky,
“rain” pavement dweller thrill
Green bus shelter cameos cordial,
sprinkle the air with glad quips,
tween the spilt coffee gulp
billowing cloud of zingy zone babble,
dispersed in hazy gallop,
yet wisps unfeigned linger
CARNEY GETS HIS SWEEP
PIERRE HIS JOB WILL HE KEEP
CONSERVATIVES WEEP
kitchen clean broom sweep
chipped dishes cracked wishes weep
mess runs into garbage fun
Oh, Magic Rocks, please sweep me back in time-
back then, some fifty-four years in the past;
when Mom was young, and meant to stay with me
to tell me things she wanted me to know.
Yes, Mother dear, I miss your gentle love-
the time we shared in what we liked to do.
But there were many things I hoped to learn
about the youth you did not get to share.
I never heard about your childhood dreams
or how you spent those crazy teenage years.
I know so little of your life before
you met my loving Dad, who's with you now.
Back then, as a young wife and mother too,
I did not dwell on thinking of your past.
You would have told me later, had you stayed-
no thoughts that future years would never be.
Not knowing that her time so soon would end,
Dear Magic Rocks, now sweep me back in time
so I can ask these questions haunting me!
Oh, Magic Rocks, please journey me back home.
And now, I treasure every day,
as though it were the last.
There aren't any Magic Rocks
to take us to the past.
Hello and handshakes,
now old hat,
that brief hello,
wiggling through teeth.....
a stiff aura
still making breakfast,
news blabbing
from the old TV,
touching is only
on a big screen,
a carbon copy
of middle aged parents,
tequila on Friday
the bright spot,
like sunshine
on a
wrinkled countenance,
gazing right through each other,
the big mirror,
a comfort zone,
waiting
for one or the other
to push out
first.
Floridians love a palm tree
With fronds as pretty as can be
Along came Ian
Blowin' and peein'
And now there's nothing else to see
My Words sweetly sweep.
across her ear lobes.
into her canals beating against
Her tightly stretched drums
to lingering memories
of past pleasures
beyond any treasures
and never any successors
for my words are the sweetest
and the deepest that enters her canals.
Like a mourning dove, my lament is spilled
I cry in grief as shadowed night grows cold
Spirit crushed from love's promise, unfulfilled
Burdensome sorrows in my heart unfold
Succumbed by tears, I piteously weep
In sullen thoughts and restless sleep, I dwell
'cross the skies, Luna flies in lambent sweep
With consoling hope, or my tolling knell?
On winds of change, I'd soar to zenith height
With wings fanned in poetic volition
Never again fearing a mawkish night
No room for gloom, nor fear of perdition
My eyes long for benevolence anew
Where the world is adorned in hues of blue
11~17~2020
Winds of Change
Sponsor: John Hamilton
Cleaning up my spirit; I am using my Jesus Sweep. Letting go all these evil spirits because they are too heavy to keep. Hanging on to a thin thread as I look up high, surrounded by God’s love as I climb up the sky and fly. Cleaning up my spirit, as I look inside. Praising our Lord Jesus Christ for he has been crucified. I am continually doing God’s will for we shall not lie, cheat and steal. When judgment day comes, I am a child of God and forever sealed.
Use Broom to Sweep Away Doom
What we did do with a straw broom,
Would be to sweep away our doom,
Which existed,
And persisted,
That was spread all over the room.
Jim Horn
Trump Authority Would Sweep
This is what MSNBC was saying.
While at night we were sound asleep,
Trump gave authority that did sweep;
Small hand;
Face tanned;
No wonder people call him a creep.
Jim Horn
Keep it, sweep it, throw it away.
Box it up, go outside and play.
Bag it, gag it, it is always in your way.
Stop bringing home junk every single day.
The money you spend, will be gone soon enough.
Talk to yourself, and be really tough.
The piles and bags and boxes of stuff
Will be thrown away by your relatives soon enough
And out will go the ruby bracelets and the diamond rings
As they sort through the junk, finding all of your things.
They will not know what to keep, and they will get tired and mean.
So throw it out yourself now, you silly hoarder girl Queen.
Melodies of magical wind chimes
Carry me back to such blissful times
Hand-in-hand we planned for a long life
Dreams to share as you made me your wife
When a summer breeze rides on the seas
I still hear your voice and I’m at ease
Now I wander the shoreline alone
A child left behind by fate’s cyclone
As I stroke fallen plumes from a gull
I’m beset by memories to mull
Thoughts of warm nights we fished from the pier
Wrap my soul like a blanket so sheer
I’m transformed to the girl I was then
And, Sweetheart, I’m loving you again
When a summer breeze rides on the seas
I still hear your voice and I’m at ease
I’ve been lonely today so I’ll go
Where a summer breeze is sure to blow
Sitting on sand, I’ll set a new goal
To fill the void and make myself whole
If only I can open my heart
To a man whose loss won’t tear me apart
Just a tender embrace at day’s end
You were my love; he’ll just be my friend
When a summer breeze rides on the seas
I still hear your voice and I’m at ease
Transform me to the girl I was when
You let me love you again and again
*August 3, 2018.
LOVE RIDDEN
I SWALLOW
MY DIGNITY
FADE INTO THE CORNER
MAKE MY WAY
AROUND THE CIRCLE
A CAROUSEL OF REGRETS
FACE THE MUSIC
I'M BLINDED
BY YOUR CHARM
IN LOVE WITH LOVE
HOPEFUL
BUT I'VE HEEDED NOTHING
LOST IN YOUR EYES
I FELL INTO THE DEEP END.
gotta sweep it
under the rug
my carpet
is an
flying
machine
?
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