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NATURE IN SUMMER

Cocktail blue stabbing skies
and gold pillars of pouring light
Coming from a fiery scorching ring
above. A mob of angry yellow jacket
coated

wasps and some monk humming bees
hovering over the splashed colour flowers
and shrubs. Towers and skyscrapers of
nut brown trees and reaching shades of
greens.
Nature puts on its earthy seasoned
perfume. The jade green grass shows off its
silk sleeves. The ferns shows us their ever

Nature Speaks

Nature speaks in silence
From sunlight until sunset
Hours and minutes comprise each day
Letting us decide what actions we will take
Time is her choice about life and death
We are given the option to do our best
Each having a given hour that is unknown
Awaiting her call for us to return home
When that hour arrives we will have our book read
Depicting our achievements and our faults
Determining what our future will be

Lady of the Night

I walked home late the other night
From an evening spent with friends;
Good company, good food, fine wine,
The walk, a perfect end.

I walk along a country lane
To where my home does lie;
No lights, no moon, no clouds
To dim the beauty of the sky

A vixen wails like a distraught child,
By my shoulder the grey lady glides,
I pause, light up a small cigar,
Turn my face up to the skies.

contrarians

I always pick the ones that dont care
I ignore and ick out at the ones that do,
Constantly turning my head at every buzz from my phone,
its not fair.

"Why can't you want me like the other boys do?"
like id still be interested in you if you did,
what's wrong with me
why am I stuck on you?

I can't stop myself from responding instantly
it takes you hours
I sit there in waiting like a damsel in distress,
why does everything you do have to be done inconsistently?

Communique

These are the puzzling days of our lives.
we speak our minds quickly, when problems arise
not thinking about the look in their eyes
there's no way to run and nowhere to hide
we laugh aloud and end each sentence
thinking that we've won, maybe an inch...
there is no way to prove our guileful pretense
when we walk away from promises we've made
our relationships will eventually derail!
think then about the things that you say
and find a kinder more peaceable way!
to communicate love to those you meet each day.

This is England

This is England:
A nation of wealth
Where most are poor.
This is England:
Our tempers are hot
Because the weather is cold.
This is England:
We made the U.S
And now they have more!
And English idiom
It's called Sod's law.
This is England
Where beer is cheap
Just like fish and chips
On a cold and breezy shore.
This is England
Where the prisons are full
Due to the size of this island
With a population not small.
This is England.
It is home and i love it

Scattered

When we were in love,
we sat on the park bench
and adored the trees.

They were dazzling.

We really had no final farewell, you and I.
We both simply walked away.

Now, a lifetime later,
I've returned to our bench.
Its spirit feels abandoned, perhaps sleeping.
The trees, hollow,
pretending they don't remember
me, you.

Us.

I wonder if their memories were swept up in the wind
when their golden leaves fell to the ground,

certain to scatter,
destined to fade.

Good News

Good news
Given today
From my wife’s doctor
Relieves my mind from the worst thought
Thank God

What my best friend gave me-A Friendship Rose Bloom

A lovely radiant rose
you are my dearest friend
that I come to know
with the exquisite beauty

In the splendor view
of the green growing field
with the soft petal touch
of the blooming flourish

That never ceases to exude
with its vibrant color
that you bring to share
with your uplifting spirit soul

An elegant poise smile
and amicable personality
that captures with hope and joy
through the darkness of time

To Janice With Love...

As her voice rose to the stars
and filled my waiting ears
raw emotion took me places
I hadn't been in years

Back to days of happy times
when my heart was whole
unhurt by shattered dreams
built with another soul

I cried for all the times
I left her all alone
waiting through the night
beside a silent phone

The blue roughness of her voice
spoke of promises unkept
and as she sang of love
I hung my head and wept

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