by Arlene Smith |
Categories:
nature, seasons, summer,
He saunters in with a slow steady gait
gathering all of nature in his warm embrace.
The whimsical artist splashes colors to sky;
miniature airplanes and exotic shaped kites.
Vocal chords of moon beams strummed by crickets and toads;
a serenade through open windows of our humble abodes.
So light on his feet; ocean's glass dance floor;
leading sailboats to sea and lovers to shore.
His breath on your neck puts you under his spell;
caught up in his love, as romances swell.
His pulse beats hot through sun ray veins,
then he showers us with gifts of cool, fresh rain.
We lounge with him in fields and meadows,
and miss him as Fall nudges him deep in the shadows.
by Keith O.J. Hunt |
Categories:
poetry, poets,
The poet and the lonely road, betwixt his netherworld abode,
in canyons deep, and in seldom trodden creeps,
Always secrets, secrets....
too kept ----
he has made his humble abode, in the dark alone,
he sleeps ----
with vipers and white (sepulchre) tombs
(alone)
He does not see the meadow, and daisies,
(rising sun)
nor words of wisdom on his tongue;
fall away, to dark netherworld abodes....
Poet be he not, 'til fellowship and gratitude
be his home, and grace in word be his love;
of good cheer to all concerned and more ----
should even shadow knocketh,
of this he writes
Written in 2012
by Yolanda Nicholsen |
Categories:
beauty, black love, desire,
Ground for ground why I never,
Needed any feedback other than
The sultry taste, the warm goodness
Saturating my cunning senses:
Within the wee hours of the morn,
Where dawn sleeps in, catering to
My desirable need for a java rush.
Poured o'er smooth creamy delights,
Instant gratification abodes, why I'm
quite smitten with this mouthful of joe.
Hints of hazelnuts caramelize dazzled,
By coconuts, wondering how the hell,
The rest of the world is simply sleeping.
Through my sudden arousal for roasted,
Award winning kaffee, aroma nestled
To perfection, calming ,comforting noir.
by John Freeman |
Categories:
political
series 5/5/3/3/5 Limerick
On precept Palin
Concepts are wailing
Concepts spoofs
Love is truth
Corporate failing
Amidst the wailing
Her ship keeps sailing
Precept’s truths
She’s no goof
Beliefs are sailing
Her precept is right
May need to try it
Now maybe
Sweet Baby
She abodes in light!!
At least she confesses tunnel’s light!!
by Richard Nah |
Categories:
love,
She first and last my thoughts of memory,
puzzling my sight of write in a poet's swift tale of recite
My melody another flow,
as her fidgets digits the rhyme scheme of every heartbeat of mine
She's not of a tale,
yet her tangible is aloof my abodes
...and with her am ready to mingle!
by Ross Thompson |
Categories:
allegory, faith, forgiveness, inspirational, life, love, people, philosophy, heart, heart,
Like the dust upon a moths wing:
our thoughts of good before love.
Love:
that fabled flame draws
our fragile wings and soft belly,
to burn in passion flash.
The feelers we've followed unerringly
melting first
before the all powerful onslaught.
We come out:
unknowing before,
as gold gilded eagles.
Soaring high on joy's thermal.
Lifted far above the world
and it's calamities
but we perceive all.
And guide those
still mired
in the clay of their creation.
Our feathers glint in the sun:
as a wink from the son.
The wings
of our new abodes
only tiring when heart has it's fill.
A razor like beak now leads:
cutting between flesh and bone,
the blood red earth,
and it's heart of stone.
by Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser |
Categories:
feelings, for her, for him, happy, life, love, sweet,
Straight black shiny hair
Oh it's what make you fair
Gently, I'll hold don't flare
Entwining my arms around your waist
Oh time! I don't want to waste
Please don't ever ever detest
All I want is to feel and be rest
Your warmth relax breath
Along the hallow of my throat
Undeniably making my heart throb
Adding trembles that abodes
Don't release a squirm, just feel
Long before a dream but now real
Sigh and lean, do not chill
Isn't it this hug a wonderful thrill?
By: olive_eloi
12:09pm
01/23/2014
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Hug - a gesture that comforts, soothes, encourages and cares....
by Linda Smith |
Categories:
family, food, people,
A special November day
for children, laughter and play.
To others, a day full of loved ones.
A meal too big for all, plates ladened with love.
Amazing how we relate love to stuffing.
Father and son eye the sport,
belts unbuckled, bare bellies rubbed.
Saving the dishes for later,
joyful colors adorn humble abodes,
sprucing up dreary days.
Day one of the rejoicing era
is soon to follow.