We'd go tenting away from city lights;
friends, living on the cutting edge of wow.
And gaze up at the stars on summer nights,
connecting with the universe somehow.
The world was our oyster we'd shuck for pearls,
leaving our fortunes in the hands of fate.
But when we started fighting over girls
our forever friendship morphed into hate.
We drifted apart and said no goodbyes;
but that was then; this is now; we have changed.
We're no longer those hormone-driven guys,
and I believe that we both got short-changed.
We've lost too much time already, my friend;
for fractured friendships don't have to end.
Categories:
tenting, angst, anxiety, boy, change,
Form: Sonnet
Fine fringes of the wave-less sea,
Wherein sky meets water gladly;
Breeze touches their hug and whisks,
As though tenting there would bring risks;
Passions, into waves, curl and break,
Surfaces of earth quake and shake;
Flames of fiery sun bear witness,
Merge of sky and sea in fondness;
Thunder strikes; lightning shine; winds soar,
Tears of joy, as rain- torrents, pour;
Elemental-fusion sows seeds,
Of new vision, mission and creeds...!
01 April 2022
Categories:
tenting, earth, environment, fire, nature,
Form: Lay
Summer means
swimsuits and
cut-off jeans.
And picnics on the grass,
smells of backyard barbeques,
swimming pools clear as glass,
beach parties without end,
family vacations;
and tenting with a friend.
Summer is a lazy time of year,
when we connect with Mother Nature.
Depression gets supplanted by cheer
amidst the butterflies and the bees.
And wildflowers of all colors waft
perfumed scents upon the slightest breeze.
Summer stores an abundance of hope
within the sounds of children's laughter;
building sandcastles, and skipping rope.
Categories:
tenting, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Rhyme
Oh Sojourner
By Ingrid Showalter Swift
Oh Sojourner
Walk among the tall lithe pines as they sway
beneath
subtle hues of lavender’s dusk
Reach your illuminas fingers
with polished nails a-glittered
in crystal-ed gold and diamond sight
out and into this thrusting long light
…Searing a golden pathway from sky into dark walnut and pine and lines of
these byways ..only angels and devils alone ...dare tread
This forest is a barrier thin enough to breech
so teach me!.....I plead of you....
with lips blazing ... the need to speak volumes…like heat rising
Make me a lit oiled lamp on a tall white post
singing out ...streaming out into the streets gray toned and grayed with the
beating
of the merciless weakness ...of humanity
lead me to hope….. yet still more
and pray
daring out …the dark night
yearning for just yet another... lilt hearted singular spring day to awaken within
the gates of this immortal town
held aloft by bone cavern and pale flesh tenting
Let light green springs erupt from me once more
and flow through all I meet
like the river shows the leaf to the ocean and then to the shore once more
Categories:
tenting, faith, hope, inspirational, metaphor,
Form: Free verse
Vast skies tenting to infinity,
Belittling my little petty vanity,.
The free air surged across wide,
Giving direction to those that lacked as if a perfect guide,
I ranted and raved with my woolly neurons,
Things were not right and terribly gone,
I mad like waived and looked,
I fell free and was not tethered to any hook,
The earth felt cold and aloof,
Even from the inside of my leather boots,
No one was in sight,
To whom I could relate my fright,
Alone and terribly so,
It all encouraged my uncertainty to grow,
Puzzled, perplexed to no end,
Questions did not get the answers bent,
They were all straight,
And questions were not caught,
Confused and afraid of loss,
I decided on a coin toss,
With each toss I moved one step,
Knowing that it might be wrong perhaps,
I kept on doing that,
Till I did not stumble and fall flat,
It went on for long,
Sometimes I walked straight and at others oblong,
I would be damned and real bad at that,
That finally I did reach the other end and lay on the mat.
Categories:
tenting,
Form: Free verse