OUR WALK HOME
The frontier is city action Footsteps grumble Ambivalent people walk, Keen reaction
Stone fractured corners hide The strange eyes Tattered and worn leather lids flicker Insatiable is the thirst for stained money The accounts are trivial through The strange eyes
The monuments hover over slowly In and out secretes their array of light Like an inviting gateway it sheds A minuscule of door light The colors and hues print the key To brilliant ancient art Fingers lightning in the nucleus of these Wonders We look down and quickly scamper underneath Avoiding the grim company of The strange eyes
The city smells scurry through our nostrils Alerting us of the wonderful flavors
Staged big city clamor travels Stinging the inner lobe Adjusting our fear and excitement Shrilling laughter and bleak conversation Guide our involuntary walk home
We saunter hunched Digesting concrete news Stress waters the vases of our eyes Will fate be kind and generous or Elude us? Leaving scars on our tissue
Echoes of doubtful love Rumble rumble rumble Thumping invitations of loss We continue on our grueling path She does see the eloquence in my words The fluency in my sultry intimacy I should keep it up Happiness binds unity
The frontier is city action Now it starts to dim The smells and clamor Show little reaction
Streetlights send their flicker Skipping over our shoes like a tossed Stone, skimming over a brook
Home is in reach now The yellow glow says so The wooden porch is sweet sanctuary A sigh from The strange eyes
Her smile reverberates through the pane Warm and inviting The secure memory sits A plausible stain
Let’s washout the ill-fated thoughts Outside, there by the curbside We as strong stick people can rise The good in ourselves and our mates Plant seeds of love and security that bloom Cultivating scare less tissue from our womb
We walk these concrete streets Reading the concrete news Avoiding the strange eyes And ill-fated blues
Tomorrow is today We should smell the wonderful flavors and Wallow in the city clamor Welcoming the difficulty of the day
AT IS LIFE
At is life With wings Letting all fall with destiny Us with choice A time to learn and work With only a little rejoice Is this life? A place of hardship A moment within an aquarium Which limitations fall within At Is Life!
SERENE STREAM
The rustic and faded bench nestled next to the stream His friend bled slowly and peacefully in a spring dream Together they witnessed the joy of love and tranquility Antique memories in time and at hand The bench and stream could not think of a better land
Their time together seemed to last for years Through spring, summer, fall and winter tears People came from all over to bask in the panoramic beauty of their world To the bench and stream it was a magical world Not just a park but a hidden pearl
The grass an evergreen manicured cotton field Barefoot you could feel silky smooth spongy blades Multiflorous were the little mounds that curled around the perimeter of park The flowers playfully blew their velvety peddles against the trees’ bark
The elderly bridge born of stone Stretched a pathway for lovers on their own The birds reminisced with the ducks And the lily pads like benches, with the frogs The bell shaped lilies gave way to their sweet sultry nectar As the petite colorful insect looking humming birds lathered in it
Each day light laughter from children and lovers would cease The birds, ducks, frogs and others would slip away in peace The park’s sky would dim and cast shadows Together the bench and stream would snuggle and wait for the next day that follows
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