Sunshine’s cool citrus elixir valet, Satiates reflection’s thirsty palate, Stirring up lemonade recollections, Singing cheerful summer ovations. Sometimes savory memories, pour Syrup into nuptial’s frosted pitcher, Shredding ambrosia lemon liaisons, Suited in wedded culinary creations.
Soles shift in labored toil portraying diligent effort, Keyboard penmanship typed in mouse discomfort. All-nighters snuffer both ends of the burn candle, Wringing inner ear repeat the woodpecker’s anvil. Unrequited culinary affectations, quick bake flour Into one-sided sandwiches for brunch and dinner. Thirst’s parched whistle, the kettle’s dainty saucer, Harmony’s momentary breather, serenity’s sister. OasisContinue reading “Sapphire Lagoon – A Poem”
Ocean grey skies clouded noon day, Typical tropical rains on their way. Bus a lime by the corner with you, (bus a lime – to hang out with friends) Here comes the downpour doo doo. (doo doo or doux doux – my dear, darling) Pelting rain trow mango with a splash, (trow – throw, toss)Continue reading “Dancing Home – A Caribbean Style Poem”
Enraptured by sandy shores in memories’ swirling rampart, Of places alive in warm pastels of the mind’s daydream art, Alive today because ancestral prayers of faith did their part. Harnessing the bridled past into iron wheels of horsepower, Driving memory’s adventures to places remembered forever. Journeying beyond those familiar lands adding to their start, SoContinue reading “Legacy’s Cart – A Poem”
Sun and moon lumen the camera, Earthen tripod folding into a star. Shorelines f-stop tides maneuver, Shuttered colors court the ocular. Clouds peek into ‘the golden hour,’ Nature poses for her portraiture.
Sunset unwraps the sky into a rare purple rose. The pending promissory note of a restful repose. How lucky the ancient woods and sequoia forest, What eons of sunsets has its members witnessed. What mystery stories and legends could they relay, Perhaps waving through the growth of the canopy, To catch the Sun as sheContinue reading “Rare Purple Rose – A Poem”
Time, mortality’s tree of ever ripening fruit, Whatever the circumstances all eat from it. Its branches record events in destiny’s tent, Grafting days into orchards of nourishment. Moments spent savoring its sweet produce, Now temporal shelter unto eternity’s palace.
The bus of wisdom beckons all; But few listen or answer its call. On snail rim turtle tires it rolls, As patience’s collector takes toll. Expecting teachings from the Magi, Secret insights of Solomon’s papyri. Instead, granted the sage old legacy, Unpacking one’s suitcase menagerie – To investigate the query – “who am I.”
Poetry and prose, the blade-smith of bards, Refined exposition of style tempered words, Etched Damascus steel of mixed metaphors, The ‘Cloak and dagger’ couplets of metal ores. Volumes of ancient lore quenched in fine oil, Press knightly adventures on Excalibur’s anvil.
Ever “O” ring bearers never kings, Distant third in elemental things. Engaging matter in wedded bonds Of matrimony with bridal carbons. Odor free breath-taking presence, Diffused to lungs by your essence. Selfless Titan biosphere protector, Ransoming your vast possessions, To maintain earth’s delicate cover.