Dark, sexy, ebony eyes that light up, sparkle and twinkle.
Tender lips, as tempting as red, sensuous, burgundy wine.
On your handsome face, not even one, creeping, aging wrinkle.
Wish I could grow all over you, like a fresh, climbing, Spring vine.
In star-dusted dreams, we ate, danced and so merrily mingled.
Till the morning’s light, found us, intertwined, in her golden sunshine!
5/2/2024
Dedicated to my Mother whose birtday is May 10th, of blessed nemory!
That is how she looked, on her wedding day!
Hissing cars
Swishing trucks
Rumbling bikes
Life is a highway
Really?
Combusting cylinders
Pumping pistons
Turning crankshaft
Spinning flywheel
Engaging transmission
Motoring drive
Tranferring power
Rolling tires
Hissing
Swishing
Rumbling
Crash and burn
Life goes on
Let us have a swapping party
I’m not placing any bets;
This could be so eco-friendly
Money saved and no regrets!
We can try a bit of swishing
Let us have a swapping party
Unlike shopping no guilt feeling
Choices range from prude to tarty.
One more chance we give to clothing
It’s recycling at its best
Let us have a swapping party
Put emotions to the test.
Friends can meet and share some gossip
In good faith; the talk is hearty;
Bring whatever for exchanging
Let us have a swapping party.
And next time we’ll make it arty!
Bring your partners – touch of sultry.
Let us have a swapping party!
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Leaves fell like confetti, upon an autumn bride
Swirling in their multitudes, across the countryside.
Along the path I walked they lay, some were ankle deep
I took such childish pleasure, as I swished them with my feet.
The wind was fairly blowing, branches nearly bare
I pulled my collar around my ears, a chill was in the air.
On the bleak street
not a blade of grass,
only dust
from the lorries,
the cement mixers.
A year later
I see a bud appearing,
by Autumn
this one golden blade
has grown tall.
The sound of a swishing oat seed
cheers me up
in grubby flatland.
... in the rhythmic swishing
of the ebb tide hesitantly
leaving the sandy shoal,
something there hushes
down the turmoils, tremors
of the tormented, weary soul ...
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