Tracy, let's go
Let's "finally see
what it means to be living"
Let's hit the hills
before the sun sees us,
or our drunk, nostalgic fathers
Don't worry, my girl
They are still looking the other way
I got enough gas
to make it to the next gas station
I know someone in the city
I'll take care of you, Tracy
The lights never turn off
in New York City,
where the music
makes everyone dance,
and there isn't space
for loneliness
"Maybe we'll make somethin'
Me, myself, I got nothing to prove"
I'll blast the best of Seger and Petty
You and me, we were never
meant for the backseat
of anywhere
My girl, Tracy,
you are going "to be someone,
be someone, be someone"
TRIBAL TATTOO REGRET-:-
permanent
geometrical
monumentum
intertwining
symbols
inked FLUIDITY ETCHINGS
emblazoned
Tebori
linework
scarifying
pigment
in ZIGZAGGING ALTERNITIVES
patternization
timeless
unwanted
laser
removal
zigzag flight pattern
from lily to rose
peony contact
pollinate clover
darting past my ear
frisky frenzy
flower loving
sweet honeycomb
annoying drone
hot buzzing swarm
tiny wings
hovering
zipping
diving
bee
The skyline cuts through faded tones,
With moonglow blazing gilded bronze
And fluid my ink is interlaid
As nightfall drifts like a peace shroud
The glass pane teeters in the breeze
With my pen zigzagging on damp papyrus
I hear an old couple laugh on the alley
Their banter rolling , perhaps, of younger times--
Across them, a lone man trots, forlorn
His bent spine enduring road's travail,
Leading his wobbly feet to tangles of blooms
While egrets scuffle homeward bound.
My mixed thoughts wander at this picture show
...Receding off so gradually
From the tip- tap screech of cobblestones
To my pane's sill, fingers reach for verses
Where each day is a page to write new stories
About jagged yet sleek edges of time's folly
My hands sinking into tattered phrases, kneading
Recitals of life with unknown episodes.
cone shaped it appears
zigzagging across the sand
the wind is its guide
Almost Afraid to close my eyes,
thumping heart, in tune with the pounding on the window pane.
Wonder if it’s hail.? Sounds like hail.
great dazzling flashes, strobe lighting, zigzagging.
Striated streaks of pure silver, illuminations gone mad
“One elephant”. “two elephants” three …..
Third elephant never made it
Crack and shatter, breaking, and rolling
close, too close,
I fear for the roof
Or the old jacaranda in the backyard
branches whipped into a frenzy by the ferocious blast .
How many miles an hour. ?
Howling, howling over every other noise,
Blaring car alarms, screeching, faintly heard.
There goes the jacaranda, and the back fence.
Hope the neighbours are okay.
Lord have mercy on anyone abroad tonight.
Hide under the covers
It will soon pass
fast
feisty
frolicking
bold beautiful
brilliant butterfly
flitting flying freely
buzzing beyond beautiful
bypassing basic blue borders
zealously zipping and zigzagging
frantically finding forever after
zigzagging zombie zealously zeroed in on Zeke Zeller’s zinging zither
a zippy zenith to Zaria’s zesty zaniest day in Zanzibar.
Her story is hidden in every third word.
Our hunter sought deer. He tracked silently while he bounded over brooks, away, into woods, zigzagging amongst trees, through undergrowth, while the doe jumped dense thickets ahead. Forest birds screeched and took flight, evading chance of danger. It was her he tracked. Instinct and guile kept him focussed. Her near silence ahead bewitched him: She seemed so rested as she quietly evaded him. In between moments a cool breeze, hidden, opened a spot. She was watching, unmoving as the arrow left hunter - aimed well, but hitting wood. She waited. He slipped another shaft into his bow. The forest waited, hushed. He sensed depths as eyes of each met. The arrow stayed; woodland breathed again.
"Nature’s sermon laced with bouquet lusciousness of colors and fragrance unfolds spiritual inspiration." Quote by poet
Lingering lazy moon
A luster on the eve of June
Plays a peace-making tune
As butterfly wings soon
Emerge from its cocoon.
Yellow bumblebees prefer to dine
And promenade upon fine
Yellow black-eyed Susan vine.
Zigzagging playfully always align
Sweet flora ambrosia most divine.
Wakeful dawn first breath light
Fluttering bird’s wings flight
Under breaking clouds height.
Good-bye! Good-bye out of sight
Natures harmony and rhythm plight.
A tear in his heart, zigzagging on his own two feet, he combed through his emotions, back and forth, up and down, he was apprehensive but hopeful. A silver lining, A thread to keep him bound. Pray.
The hands that cut and sewed this fabric tell a story of a life left behind, a story of new beginnings. The hands that have gifted me this tell a story of growing up in the 60s and 70s, a chapter yet to be written; a hope to one day visit the fatherland. Then there is me, I. A story of a move across the pennines sculpting out a new home. And then there is them, a story of siblings, of two brothers bobbin through 'toddler-hood', weaving through the lives of people and places, ironed in, quilted. A story in the unfolding.
The seams held together, hemmed in memories, a web of stories that blend, woven through faith, gathered in prayer, entwined knots; A family fabric
lacksidasical larry leaps lovingly through the air
making mincemeat marauders truly want to care
nine nefarious nigglebuns are trying not to stare
outrageously outstandingly outrunning marathon mare
providing pristine plots to princely priestly pree
quizzing quality quails wondering why I am free
resident ruffians reaching residual responsibility
stressing strenuous starlight studies under thee
tricky trustworthy triple treats tripping up and down the bay
understanding understudy underlings trying to have their say
visualizing various viillains we often meet along the way
‘xoecting ‘xact ‘xasperating ‘xersizes to save the day
zany zigzagging zealots zipping into the fray
Angilar Shadows
Beams of light peeking through reflections
Cheerfully dancing over the walls and floors
Dipping to and fro in solar refractions
Every light building a tapestry if wonder
Fairylike flits of gold and silver
Gathering at certain points and then dispersing
Hiding in corners and cracks and then reappearing
Idly forming circles of synchronistic power
Just as it begins to rain and the dance ceases
Kindly replaced by shadows of raindrops instead
Like a dreary grey curtain with sound effects
Mastering the sound of light hoofbeats on the roof
Never-ending payyering on the wimdows
Out comes the sun again and the joy returns
Prisms pf multi-colored made me smile
Quitely returmimh in their silemt dance
Reeling in patterns of kaleidoscope
Shimmering images in bright welcome
The changing colors made me smile
Undeniably I will be sad when the sun goes down
Violets, golds, silvers, greens and yellows
Will be departing and resting for the night
Xtras will be arriving when the moonbeams shine
Yellow sends silver amd the commence the dance
Zigzagging across the walls again
Dance the tortuous path of love with me,
explore nuances of the different roads,
some snake upwards towards lofty thrills
others zigzagging downwards in despair.
Together though we can construe
a life exhilarating and true
as we wander together in wondrous ways
enjoy the beauty of a laudable life,
build a base to face the storms of love,
and like a sparkling mountain stream
face all the currents that cross our life.
Let us find comfort in each other's arms,
when grief crosses our meandering paths,
for the stream winds and turns
and a new page of life pleasantly begins
Let us laugh together at our mistakes
for in laughter, we find strength
and ostracize despair from our love.
Cherry Blossoms
Pink
With smiles, Of innocence.
flutter,
and flutter,
waltzing,
with the breeze,
as if ?
Dancing on a slack line,
without Mercy,
Trying desperately….
not to sneeze.
And fall….. too soon,
Falling, falling, zigzagging,
Into the arms of spring.
And as fate decrees,
at Last surrendering…..
To,
Newtons Third law.
All Quiet on the Western Front.
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