Poems
Sunset on Shore
Hark, the white breast seagull calling,
Herald the Sun’s disembarking.
Each ray feathers the evening sky
Bronze shield held by knight so fine.
Awake me from this lustful dream;
Across the sea a bowl of cream
Spreads like butter over bread
The jealous sand turned and fled.
Wrapping sea in loving care,
Sun’s arms flow like maiden’s hair
Her son the Sea, loveth sweets
Sifting sand, caressing feet.
Upon her dainty hands so youthful
Palm tree from the wind’s proposal.
Such a lovely song he sings,
Flying past with filmy wings.
One by one the stars come out,
Take the sea and prance about,
Settling in the Sun’s silk hair
Becomes a bride so soft and fair.
She bends afar to kiss her son,
Time to sleep, this Little One.
Ocean begins a wave of tears
Graceful Mother disappears.
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Lover’s Garden
Gently did the silver gates shut
Paraded daisies white as snow
In the sun they smile and grow;
On the left the tulips strut
While on the right some wild vines clutched,
Pointing their leaves in vainly show
Appeared a path, a cobble-stoned road.
Forward down the desolate route,
Across a wood bridge running by
A stream from hills that wept and cry.
Along the bank Narcissi sprout
In the water swam singing trout.
To the east the brook made trickle
Then to the sky the stars did twinkle.
Up above the light grew dim;
The path draws to a subtle stop,
Crickets lulling as they hop,
Sparrows cooed their loved hymn.
And there it was with blooming brim,
A waving tree amidst the grass
Under waning moon, petals past
Proceed toward the curtain willow
There my love and I shall be,
As he whispers sweet things to me;
I fill with glee, delight and giggle
Face illuminated by firefly glow.
Shyly giving my roses then,
My love and I in Lover’s Garden
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Rosebush Meadow
The clouds roll by in clumsy dance
Alluring me with rose fragrance;
And there I met him perhaps by chance,
My eyes were draws with just one glance,
Then my heart began to prance.
Ah! There is nothing quite like romance.
Stepped into the meadow green,
Could not hide for I was seen.
Under my skirt I welled with steam;
Oh, pinch me dear, is this a dream?
Looked at his face, his eyes did gleam,
He was interested or so it seemed.
The scent of roses in the air,
Or maybe lilies for all I cared.
In this field just standing there,
He ran his fingers through my hair.
Is this the same feeling that we share?
For I hoped to god, we’d be a pair.
Around the field the roses grow
In splendor, majesty and royal show.
The sky was blue but somewhat low
As the sun depart in crimson glow.
Stars came out, and we below
Lay fast asleep in Rosebush Meadow.
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A Year Round
Wild and fun, that party girl
Summer shows her radiant smile
Of shining sun that brightly calls,
She brings to beaches from miles and miles.
Men allured and women more,
She forbids and banishes any work.
Everyone deserves a little break,
The doctor, dentist and even their clerk.
But afterwards sweeps Autumn quickly,
Back to work the games are over.
She throws away the Summer fun,
Then take away the tree’s green colour.
Beautiful with her jet-black hair
Allows a play-day just once a year;
The air is cool, just like her skin
When time to go, her brown eyes tear.
In marches Winter with a glare,
Her pretty hands send chills and shivers.
Blows a kiss of deathly freeze,
Snowflakes from every finger.
She sees Spring peeking from around the corner,
But realize she has not blizzard yet.
The time has come for her to go,
So sending a storm, she leaves upset.
Gently comes the spirited Spring,
Melts the snow from up above.
Animals greet her and so do plants,
It’s time for happiness; Time for love.
She kisses everyone on the cheek
Leaving the warmth to float in air
In a scent of subtle roses,
Spring leaves them in Summer’s care.
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Windy
My love, our hand an eternal fold as we reach the end of my concrete road.
You stand; I commence; releasing our mortal bond
And, without looking back, I embrace the new world, my arms open.
I run, the cotton grass kissing the souls of my feet.
I run, towards the climax of a greeting hill.
I run, and The Wind runs his finger along my dress – my lover.
And, I see flowers, with tears of the opal sun;
Flowers with reminisce of the warm, nurturing snow;
Flowers with memories of an old King’s dream.
And I smile. Wings of Wind say, “You’re free”.
Into the field, seas of winged foam take to the naval sky.
Pivot and descend onto the downy grass.
And overhead pearl butterflies flutter by – fragments of The Wind.
And I know I am here. I see them all here.
I turn and greet her, in all her beauty and splendor.
The Wind holds us and flirts with our dresses; or hair bohemian.
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Haikus
1) Crisp yellow pages
A looming assignment due
Uninteresting book
2) Two souls in tango
Kisses in a daytime dance
They flutter away
3) White and feathered wings
On the ears of an angel
Too bad she is stone
4) She prances to school
Golden Bells in her black hair
Her friend will steal them
