a roulette of russet breeze imbues my cheeks, roaming moistened fingers through my hair sashaying, coaxing ruffling hems of my shy skirt hueing contour of footsteps incensing aisle of expanse trailing a rainbow I savor the breeze its flamboyant flavors perfume my breath.
Inspired yet again by Allen Ginsberg I also thank Charlie. The ghost of my dreams talked to me I shut it up with sleep Then dreams invaded my sleep I caught them, seeing the fantasy I woke to a fantasy that eluded memory Lost in sepia..unattainable-desolation lingered I went into life...and did my life..my time here Imagery on my mind...some comfort Work was like dagger piercing my nerves Nerve cells shouted I could not stop Life did not stop its tirade Its beating I had this intelligent oxygen...in my brain Telling me otherwise I had to go on That was the truth of my dreams A semi-black fate.
Inspired by Allen Ginsberg's poem 'An Eastern Ballad' The future allures me with a fresh promise Senses enthrall a pulsating divine polish Enchanting heartbeat with passion's depth Fuelling my fire with sauvignon breath. The prophecy of love's promise goes bold Like album of verses bound in gold Everyone dreams of love they hope to find Not the kind that says that love is blind The chances of finding true love so bleak Like finding treausure in a sea so deap And think of love as another art Removing paranoia from the heart.
In the fog of dawn I hear the birds igniting A gig in the sky I let go of my dewed robe As sun's glow warms my teapot. Harbingers of life melt into the morning haze under a steamy sun blazing a thousand infusions buds unfurl with abondon. in the white of dawn nature lays bare her mantle opening her arms to the season's gleeful hue sky cascades azure marquee..... #tanka
I am staring blankly at the blackboard The teacher's voice is going over my head The yearning in my heart just can't be ignored Tearing my concenteration to a shred. The paper plane I made with my heart on it On someone else's desk flew and landed I laid out my heart in this little love chit So embarassed to be caught red handed. You only seem to have eyes for that blonde with blue eyes My feelings I pen for you become poetic art This love I have for you may come as a surprise The thought of you does strange things to my heart. I am dreaming in class, my grades are falling Can't you see what you are doing to me? Scrawling, doodling on paper, my heart is waiting Baby, look into my eyes just once and see my plea. #rhyme
I love his tongue in cheek attitude Giving his pursuers a run for their money Burrowed in his hole with no solitude Pert and saucy bugs bunny. City of townsville their hub Fighting crime, they take flight Blossom, bubbles, buttercup Powerpuff girls, every girl's delight. They live in the middle of nowhere He looks after marvel and eustace Horror hounds him everyhere Cowardly dog named courageous. A mad hilarious cat mouse story Turning topsy turvy, the house On cheese and bone make merry Tom cat and Jerry mouse. A backwards poem.
He turns the table on his antagonists He's streetsmart, never loses his wits. He's flippant and laid back I love his catch phrase ' what's up doc? His added charm are his large buck teeth This carrot crunching grey and white rabbit. Burrowing into his hole with no solitide Tough little stinker, with a non-chalant attitude. Even with a gun pointed at his face With cocky humor, never loses his grace. My favorite cartoon character Bugs Bunny Sends me into paroxyms of laughter, he's too funny.
Tears Of blood Have been shed For the tragic Loss of life to wars and calamities Human errors, natural disasters Are the reasons My heart weeps The eyes Moist.
A place where butterflies, birds and bees Hang out among the flowers and the trees. perfume of blossoms invade senses redolent breeze fragrance dispenses. squirrels, rabbits, scurry in the glen, frolicking in this flowery den, sipping dew, cracking nuts, nibbling leaves overhead, branches, green crochet weaves. scentless velvety Kangaroo Paw Lesser Calandine's heart shaped leaves draw gasps, as Tiger Lily rears its head Wax flowers' delicate aroma spread. Welcome to my private sanctuary Find solace in nature's pageantry. reposting an old poem
I sit in evening's portrait anticipating twilight solace of peace enters me as nocturnal larks croon into the milky way stars serenade me gently shining 'pon my lucent tears my anguish subsides #dodoitsu