Walking down the quaint city street entering the sweetshop,
Oh yes! Hershey’s Almond Milk Chocolate tasty flavor
Sweetheart chooses sweet licorice and hot fudge brownie delight,
Sweetie pie and I flavor sweetmeat crystallized fruit.
Sweet tooth such a happy mouth vibrato to have;
Healthy sweet corn with sweet pepper and sweet-and-sour
Rest in front of my Dear Heart and I with a sweet pea,
Sweet cherry edible fruit on ice cream dessert, oh yum!
Sweet sultan annual herb varicolored flower in garden
Touches sweet acacia shrub fragrant flowers for perfumery,
Enjoying sweet basil on my sweet potato pie with my Sugar Love
Sweet nothings sound to wife trompe l’oeil painted photographic reality.
Sweet cicely herb white flowers brighten garden sipping
Sweet cider with cinnamon and raspberry shortbread warm
Soul with endearments, together speaking love honestly husband
Wife meshed together in all things sharing sweet clover; blessed.
Close 'round the crackling fire we three,
with sweet acacia in the air -
tell stories of Gallipoli
and digger's bond of friendship there.
We laughed and shared like family
with roof and walls of stars our home -
tracker Wiley, Henry and me
on highland edge of bushland dome.
But now across the outback trail
away from Henry's place of rest,
near to where he fell and failed
with bloody head against my chest.
We slowly lead his faithful mount
through clear streams where spirits flow
and tales the bushman mates recount,
the final sail of mateship souls.
Sun glistening off the tropical bay.
White cotton balls float by reflecting Suns rays.
Surf down below melodically soothing the way.
Vistas of ocean from the left to the right,
spotted with green jewels enhancing the sight.
Sea birds floating serenely they glide, making me wish I could
be by their side.
Gentle tropical breezes waft by surrounding and soothing the soul.
Tropical smoothies, frozen delights, smooth out and mellow the ethereal sights.
Sweet Acacia filling the senses with a sweet fragrant glow.
Sunshine, golden enthrall mellows its hues when meeting the ocean a
tropical show. Orange, red, pink explode in the sky. The sun slowly sliding away seemingly steaming on down.
First stars make themselves known, peaking on through till the whole sky blazes with a Milky Way hue.
Evening turns into night and things settle down when the surfs constant hum lulls us all off to dreams..
The show must go on.
Under a sable cloud.
I am on the vast stage
to perform.
Tall cacti and harsh
dunes will not find
a sweet acacia.
When I am hungry
I would like to write something
very personal on a yellow paper.
The potter’s wheel will not
move today.
The potter had turned into clay.
Satish Verma
Lying beneath cool morning shade
I ponder what is heaven made.
Gazing at the azure sky
while tufted clouds wander by
A silent hawk circles above
probing for a gray mourning dove
Tiny redpolls chirp and chatter
As they gather nesting matter.
On the lawn gray rabbit rests
just another of my guests
High upon the stucco wall
the watchful quail sound roll call
Sweet acacia blooms bright yellow
with a scent so gently mellow
Nature serves her bountiful feast
leaving me sated, to say the least.
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