Poetry for ChangeWhile the weather out is jolly,
The snowy ice is frothy
My laté is warm and fluffy
With a heart made with three bubbly.
I hold its warmth knowing
That I have three babies, loving,
Waiting to shower me with it by hugging,
While my hubby waits his turn, pacing.
So I happily snuggle in my warmest
Clothes, harvesting their love in a jest.
There’s no rest
For those I love best.
Merry Christmas 🎅 and Happy New Year to all!
I walk through the road of centinal
Palm trees giving shade from the kindle
Of the noon sun, creating shade where only sun lit.
I look upon their majestic trunks
As elegant as a giraffe’s
Reaching into the sky, touching the heavens.
Once you reach the road’s end,
The vista of greens will land
You in a mirage of breathtaking scenes.
A short walk and you’ll reach
Boti Falls, distinguished with two chutes that leach
Into a large aquamarine pond that sizzles
With the force of the downpour,
And hides a cavern behind its ominous core,
That provides electricity and life to all nature.
Moving past such wonder,
You see man’s touch in greater
Spans of space, where a decrepit helicopter
Lies as stage for tourists and the picnickers
To look upon an antique object of wars,
Used to help beautify what’s already astounding.
I watch the centinals in my rearview mirror,
Wondering at my next visit to such a conqueror
Of beauty and memories of times yonder.
Work, work, work,
Workers buzzing like bees in fields,
Running, squatting, cutting, sewing,
Hammering, excavating, rushing.
Always hurrying to meeting
Deadlines and never seeming
To have time to be smelling
The silent burgeoning flowering
That sprout quietly without your noticing.
Beauty sneaks up on you while
You’re worried what comes next in vile
Humanity’s constant vocational
Need to be doing instead of contemplate
The importance of just faith and being.
Harrowing are your days
Of scurrying around in many ways
Trying to achieve a goal that’s always
Too far a ways.
Slow down,
Let your mind be a clown,
Laugh up a storm on your own,
And have your imagination blown!
Me, myself, and I
Received these beauties!
The colors are rejuvenating,
The smell is precious,
The thought, sender, is stupendous.
A flower has the power
Never to cower
But to spread its petals, languorous.
Its infinite patience glamorous.
Its fragility’s nothing short of faithful,
Its colors vibrant and bashful,
While its scent lodges in your mind.
Knowing memories are easier to find.
Creating and sending such a bunch
Is always a thoughtful hunch.
As love grows from a foundation
Of beauty, my gaze is in contrition
For those who live devoid of love.
Leave, like, live, lively, longing to love …
As each child, man, and woman need a hive
To promote, programing all with reverence.
A need to bathe in the certitude of being
Cocooned and cherished for just existing.
With each caress, word, gaze, request,
You’re inundated with warmth that’s best
Given in daily doses, so as not to fall
Into depression that’ll turn you into a ball.
Soft lips murmur mostly
Love words that revel in a list
Of muffled sounds that greatly
Impact your softened heart.
Let the soft caresses linger
On the shell of your ear, jaw, cheek,
Chin, and plant a loving kiss per
Lip laying homage and creating a spark.
The electricity or chemistry starts
The love that deepens with decades passing
While building on the flashes
That began the journey to loving.
Scary homes with skeletons
Swinging from trees
Waving scarily in the breeze.
Fall Sunset
The flaming sun burnishes the sky
With reds and oranges
Spilling over tree tops
Like a flame of life; Let go and Fly!
For my Fibonacci poem, Lone
Lone
One
lonely
Boy, shy
Tries making
A friend flying
Into the unknown,
Lonely. One. Loneliest
Number ever. It tests hardest
When you’re surrounded by familys’
Best, whose envy alienates you farthest.
Standing alone with a whirring world
That’s confusing, struggling blind,
Into unknowns that surround,
Bind your moves. Loud
Is the thunder around
That drowns bad
Decisions
Needing
Greater
Care.
The sun and moon have an understanding
Neither takes over the other by encroaching
On their exact time. Play their lullaby while boasing.
Poetry for Change 