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Bamboozle

Seeing figures and shades that hint orange spirits.
Orange wants to intermingle with
other colors to make eerie paintings.
It bamboozles me how individuals can sense
paintings’ merits in a gallery.
After the four glasses of chardonnay, I realize
what everyone saw in paintings.
The only quandary was now everything is moving.
They say paintings make sense even down to every smudge.
The men here look like wine waiters in their suits.
I wear a button-down shirt.  The women
here in elegant dresses show their ego
by the sapphire broaches and emerald earrings.
I was not here for the art but
to see how people alter
appearances. A sonnet about people
who transform exclusively
for art is a luring theme.

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Soul

Who really can define a term such as beauty?
Let’s digress, what has beauty in world?
Clear sapphire water cascading down on rocks 
below and rainbow appearing in the mist.
Driving on a road and seeing the reddish and 
orange sun kissing the clouds goodnight.

As summer begins the first flowers that range from 
the sky blue” forget-me not” to the simple dandelion 
gather around with the multiple colors of the earth.

As the cherry blossoms silhouette, I see the wind carrying 
the leaves into a graceful dance around the tree.
Out of all of nature’s beauty there is only one that is
able to sustain it and that vision is woman.
With hope and a little prayer, woman is the soul.
In time a man can possess the traits of a mate.
Here I am a mate without a soul.

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Whispers

As I gaze at the people, they wear shorts of colors
ranging from crimson to teal.
Women in tight bikinis are striding along the sand.
The fiddler crabs flee.
The salt of the coast engulfs the air.
A girl finds a luminous shell and hears
the echoes of time. A boy
in the sea is feeling salt water on his hair
and skin for the first time.
As a college woman is riding
an orange bike on the boardwalk, she smells
the scent of coffee and fries at Seaside Café.
On the moss-embraced, massive rocks, I notice the sun uniting
with the ocean’s emerald edge.
At night, the waves crash against the treaded shore; teenagers
seclude themselves beneath the walkway.
A couple is walking on the shore collecting
sparkling pebbles, radiant driftwood.
On the jetty, with whispers of the impressions, I am 
endeavoring to write.

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Hope In Your Pocket

Is it in your chest?
People think that it is.
Physically, that could be true.
Emotionally, I am not so sure.
Is it something that you can give away?
That is half-true.
You can give half to Kay.
If she’s right, then you will be whole.
However, if she’s not the one, it
will be like being run over by a train,
like you gave away a pool of blood.
People think it is exhausting.
I trust it will find you!
Keep hope in your pocket, and eventually, it
will become a reality.
Hey, what do I know?
We reflect and glimpse impressions
through tired eyes.

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So I Write

Paths are vast but only Divine eyes can remove what is not seen.
No one else will know what is not seen.
(That’s not you)
Heed the words from Divine, whose wisdom helps guide
what people don’t know.
Even with a manual it is the people that hit bumps in the path, just to 
reflect in time that through errors we learn what Divine lessons were.

Time is only the writer when it comes to what path we did 
take and should have taken.
With my soul in my heart and my mind I observe my words
 in ink form.
What is the true meaning of a poet?
As a poet we are able to adjust the light of words.
That also means what is up doesn’t always come 
down in words that are written.
Words never spoken will be expressed in ink and
that how it is perceived as sound.

With a talent of the pen, God shows me that in words you 
are able to unmask what is hidden.

So I write