In floral perfume,
nectar gnawing bees who buzz and hum,
honeypots abound as maple syrup magnets flit and taunt,
garlands of magnolia upon the beechwood trellis,
lavender’s light purple trail a mint leaf tract from Cape Verde to Southwest Asia.
Lilac buds perspire on lambs skin swathes,
a misty bleat and frolic over far-flung heather muirs.
Summer breezes pot pourri
the spicy petals while they linger over luscious gardens, so ethereally wed.
Blessed are those senses we’ve been gifted with to revel in that labyrinthine maze whose vivid weave transports an earthly heaven in our midst.
Categories:
tract, adventure, art, beautiful, creation,
Form: Prose Poetry
a multitude of pretexts
the foretaste
of argument:
premise explored
ignorance isolated
then
exchanged
for
understanding
Categories:
tract, education,
Form: Verse
It rings so clear, so pure, so strong, the tempo fills us up..
This be our inspiration, to be morally sound and just..
Early on, we learn the power of the music that we hear..
And carry it with us, as we grow each and every year..
Sometimes the rhythm changes, as we personally mature..
But we remember what we've heard, on that note you can be sure..
We might not have chosen a clear path in life, I'm sure you could agree..
We might have done some wrong, and paid the penalty..
We could learn from our mistakes, and correct them if we strive..
Remembering what we've heard, from the Sound Tract Of Our Lives..
Categories:
tract, inspirational,
Form: Free verse
the stage, the cage
lick your finger
turn the page
her touch is sharp
despite her age
and even now with water red
even now with nothing said
my dear, you’re all the rage.
the chair, the flare
dim the blinds and
kill the glare
I’m leaving now
I am, I swear
I hope you die full of regret
I hope you drown in your own sweat
with not a soul to care.
Categories:
tract, teen, hope,
Form: I do not know?