Life breath growing.
Doves dawning song,
Zephyrs blowing.
Daisies blooming
Waiting yearlong.
Showers looming.
Turtles swimming.
Frogs croaking throng.
Creeks near brimming.
Lushness supplying.
Blessings belong.
Rich life implying.
No prettier flowers match the ones
Lynn nurtures with immense care;
all her fantasies seem to adhere...
as if they were evocative lyrics!
Crape myrtle trees are blooming early,
they beautify the lively garden below;
blossoms make a soft and cozy pillow
to lay down gently and dream sweetly!
No windfall scatters them around with blows,
their stems can withstand upcoming storms;
their petals dazzle and make tearful Flora smile...
whenever she's anxiously waits to be a bride!
All the vivid colors of this suburban garden
invite everybody to stare at them gleefully,
Giancarlo offers a bouquet to a lonely lady;
her thankfulness pleases the kind gentleman!
If only spring could last all yearlong, southbound
Marlins, Canaries and Puffs would come around often;
their astonishing, cheery melodies will surely astound:
stop by and admire the loveliness of Lynn's garden!
Yearlong, we have waited,
yearning for vacation,
yet like nomads we dwell,
yon from city life, spritzed
yellow frisking through firs,
yielding to swift trail bends,
young, sleeping in bunkbeds.
6-13-2021
Y Plieades
Statements are the treats
To the spoken,
But to the intended;
They still might ill-treat.
The Dreamer still dreams-day dreams
To find his passion
In his day,
But realizes at nights
That he spends his time in nothingness.
The Merchant says,
Where and when forth you get me my love
There and then forth I make you not my slave
Where and when forth you get me my riches, I repeat
There and then forth I make you not my slave
Then forth I unscrew your bond
To me
A yearlong you have, to win your life
I won't spare it at all
After this epoch of a lifetime
On the day before his death
The Miser's eyes go bloody red
As red as the flaming fires
In the failure's junk bed
While he day-dreamed .......
People ask how this yearlong will come
to pass, of which parts are the triumphs
and stench of learning... of why blossoms
drop on cobblestones ravaged
by a wildfire tearing velvet buds,
flatlining: the male stamen and female pistil
barren from incessant drought.
And why of all things, must god-children
endure anxieties trapped in houses
yearning to grasp a firefly on the lane,
to hug grandparents, not from a distance
but...but in the flesh of every day--
Add into this equation an insatiable need
for human connection where friends, kin gather
like a warm herd exchanging intimacies
skin to skin, mouth on mouth, arm in arm---
This is limbo within the inferno of the living,
while Pilates from urban jungles rinse their hands
absolving themselves from mortal sins...
an epoch of how time's pleasure or pus could pass.
Craig Cornish's 2020 Contest
5/23/2020
Overwhelming need grips my very heart
Navigating scenic beauty and ease my mind
Hazy and nebulous, I do feel right now
Only for an idyllic rural life I will wow!
Landing at wonderful alluring shores
I yearn to wander beauties never seen before
Drops of serenity shall rain into my soul
Appeasing a daze and letting be a whole
Yearlong of hectic schedule hard to bear
Sovereign holidays I now deserve, that's fair!
July 14th, 2018
Note : I will be away for a time.. I will miss all of you, your reads, beauties and comments.. Grateful to you all.. Stay safe and blessed always.
FOR LIFE
A beating chest desires everything.
Fortify great happiness in joking kin,
loving mothers, nests of peace, quiet rest,
serendipity. The upbeat volume waters yearlong zest.
Kim Rodrigues © 4/15/2017
ABC Poem
Amazing spellbound cloudless starry night sky
Beaming with enchantment and wonder
Crystalline frost on window panes
Daring the warmth of the
Edifice to melt
Falling fluffy glistening white snow
Gracefully lies upon the ground
Harmonizing the trees and brushes it surrounds
Impressing the world around
Joyful noise in the homes
Kids jumping for joy watching the Christmas tree
Lights twinkle and glow, dress in garland, and candy canes
Mistletoe hangs to lure lovers to steal a kiss
Nativity sits on a small table to celebrate when Christ
Our Lord was born Christmas night
Presents are wrapped and under the tree
Questioning kids are curious to know
Reaching and touching to
See what toys
They have received that is
Under the tree
Valuable memories, but
Whimsical for kids and wonderful to see
Xenium have also been given
Yearlong to people in need with
Zeal and love
1/21/2016
E Is For Emotions A For Angry
Bailey Long Loved to Play Ping-Pong
Honey, I look into your eyes and I see there is something wrong
Can I read a story about a boy that loved to play ping-pong?
~
Bailey Long
Bailey Long loved to play ping-pong
He never lost a game all yearlong
One day Bailey Long woke up feeling achy and that made him very cranky
Everything went wrong when he played ping-pong and it made him very angry
Bailey Long’s mom put him to bed and gave him some warm tea and honey
That made his tummy feel funny
So he wiggled and squirmed like a worm all night long
The next morning Bailey Long woke up feeling strong
With a twinkle in his eyes and no fear
He went back to putting a sting to the ping-pong game with a cheer
By: Eve Roper 9/20/2015
On Valentine’s Day My Love
Our love is quite wondrous and enchanting all the yearlong,
And on Valentine’s Day its sparkles radiantly in Heaven’s very light.
As I look into your eyes My Love I marvel so at your very beauty,
And all the little things we do as One while renewing our love daily.
We seek our fortune and destiny together in all we do in our life,
Making every second, minute, hour, and day count for an eternity.
We are so blessed My Love that God helped us to find one another,
And to make our union of love, respect, and happiness so special.
As we walk now through this life in love as a couple together as One,
So too our eternal souls will walk on Heaven’s footpath always as One.
Valentine’s Day give us that time to reflect on our love so cherished,
And on all the things that matter the most to us beyond any human strife.
And so My Love as we renew our special commitment of love on this day,
We should rejoice in God’s blessing that our love will be One forever!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved (February 7, 2015)
(Unrhymed Couplet)
Whose fault is it
Who's to blame
must it all be ME
only me...
Yes, I have my mistakes
I admitted, didn't I?
Childish ways
Decision sways
Unplanned mistakes
Consequences shake
Didn't mean to,
don't you believe?
consecutive days
dotted months
yearlong vents..
I made you cry
and so I too cried.
I put you to shame
And so I was too.
I failed you
and so myself too.
But..
they are all in the past.
The past.
Won't you learn to let go of them?
[Just I am learning to forget and forego]
However..
If you want to stay there
Spare me.. Don't drag me there.
Simple as I want my peace
I want to move on...
Just to move on...
Do understand this.
Doesn't matter if you will never like me
I won't push you
I won't force you
I won't please you
This never be to be proud
nor am I bragging
nor am I too hard headed.
I just want to discover ME.
not from your mold
not from your dictation
not by force
not anymore in anyone's shadow
Don't insist.
But just me
so...
If you do care
If you do love me
Let me be..
© O. E. Guillermo
11:25pm
October 15, 2014
Sponsor Judy Konos
Contest Name c'est la vie
3rd place
The Science of Avatar Clothing
I know this news is hard to take
If you’re like me, your head must shake
A yearlong study did conclude
The female Avatar’s no prude
The study finally did disclose
They’re built by men with little clothes
If you look upon their form
Of Avatars, at least the norm
Are females with those shapely breasts
In various stages of undress
You might find this news hard to swallow
Men are pigs and all so shallow
To me the findings were so clear
Why did it take those guys a year
Uncle Mike's Wisdom of the Web
bayboats purse seine whey
journey yearlong gay
laddy inured dry up
haughty yachty yea
mildred mayhem dewlap
naughty jaunty jay
sons caught in car capers
haughty yachty yea
vicar baking in butterfat
orphan boy screwed in larder
bluejay frollic jane
and a haughty yachty yea
bombs in bay bombard
dickson singsick cockpit
french chicks s’envoient en l'air*
oh a haughty yachty yea
idols jailed in temples
choked in garlandy incense
priestly eyedance pose
yes a haughty yachty yea
masons’ mildewy masters
with compass stone and pilasters
plan solomon’s might on earth
yea sing haughty yachty yea
royal houses love in stables
lords and ladies love in regalia
loving ones love in limbo
cry haughty yachty yea
dote on damsels in december
hey yachty haughty yea
make them deliver in september
ho yickety yackety yea eh
* "s'envoient en l'air": French, literally, for "throwing legs up in the air"; in France - guess, if you can - this phrase means: ???
©T.Wignesan - Paris, May 4, 1997
[from the collection : longhand notes: a binding of poems. Paris: 1999]
Baby in my dreams you were my only desire
In my life till now you have been my one inspire
In my heart I hold this love so open and strong
I have never thought of anyone else all yearlong
When you are far no where near out of touch
At night I've never dreamed of anyone this much
When you're close and I feel your gentle kiss
And when you leave its all of you that I miss
In your heart and soul I will forever confide
Baby in our time together we could never divide
Its your everything that makes my life complete
Its everything we share that makes me heart beat
For you I'd do anything, never make you wait
Whatever the time, place, and even the date
Baby your name is engraved on my heart
My heart longs for you each time you depart
And honey I will never hurt you or try to break
Baby I'll never disown you or cause you to ache
You're my everything that will forever remain
Our love story would be so easy to explain
There is a place on the shore of New Jersey.
Everyone has heard of it, it is called Atlantic City.
This is a place of yearlong activity.
Yes, this is a city nearly everyone knows.
I know you are very familiar with the casinos.
With offers in the mail, they draw you down the shore.
They entice you with comps and giveaways galore.
When they see you, they will gladly open the door.
They are only after your money, and then some more.
Casinos merely regard you as another gullible sap.
Each place is only a clip joint and a trap.
If you are considering a trip, then hold your horses.
The machines and tables will tap all your resources.
When your pockets are empty, then it is time to roam.
When you lose, it seems like a longer distance home.
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