Pretty stars are out tonight,
And yellowbird has flown away!
Blue moon has lost a treasury,
Of strangely transparent silver.
Red Mars goes round the stars,
With a beauty lasting endlessly.
What an evening bathed in blue,
On a night that dreams come true!
Blooms blush in the indigo dark,
As nightingale keeps on singing!
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Cruising along on a rolling highway,
Petals blowing in a passing breeze,
Bejeweled distant blue skies above,
And a ruby redbird crowd goes past.
The sun is in jade, luxuriant grasses,
And the hills are among ivory clouds,
Colored leaves make pretty scenery,
And russet apples fall from the trees.
Autumn breeze in my hair disheveled,
So common where wind has reveled,
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The sky exploded into colors, and sun winked at the stars,
Stars winked at the night, loveliness in black and white!
Day and night met in twilight shadows, a secret rendezvous,
In the deepening purple magic, casting its hypnotic allure.
Bluebirds ceased singing, in adulation of the languid hours,
While the fragrant flowers, drew strange breeze encounters!
Gaiety will have to be waiting, no matter how it is missed,
For the world won't be waking, until the sunrise compromise.
In the heart of the untouched woods, where silence weaves its tale,
Nature, a canvas painted with hues untamed, a symphony unheard.
The trees, ancient storytellers, their limbs reaching for the sky,
A dance with the wind, an ode to time, where leaves whisper secrets.
Beneath the emerald canopy, the earth breathes, a rhythm unseen,
Moss-covered rocks cradle tales of the ages, and ferns unfold like delicate dreams.
The babbling brook, a liquid lullaby, eternally weaving through the landscape,
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Ebony shadows on the ground, a torrid afternoon,
Butterflies in the luscious roses, pinks on orange,
Swift flight of clamorous crows, black on sapphire,
Off toward hued sunset, that sets the world on fire,
Mystical mountain meadows, wildflowers in mists,
With the bright future ahead, of still, golden spells,
Clouds on lustrous dawn skies, in sunrise lavender,
Varying the vibrant color by the hours, in summer.
Bonnie and I enjoy ballroom dancing
But we are not ballroom dancers
There is a difference
One manifests enjoyment -
A joyful response to the urge
To get up and move with the music
as when a waltz or rhumba begins to play
When that happens, we must move
lowering and rising, 1-2-3
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(free verse)
Churning nuclear giants
radiating intense heat and brilliance
on astral mirrors of dark still ponds
reflect
as tiny cool mimic stars
❀
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(elegy)
Prologue
In a small New England town, in a Church cemetery
at edge of a family plot with room scarce to bury,
stand twin stones to Agnes M. 1887 – 1897,
and to May, who in chiseled 1901 birth year also entered Heaven.
Missing burial records for these two is a local mystery,
As to why memorials appeared many years later, we are not yet privy.
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O memories of long ago
I never thought I'd miss you
I still remember those times
Never thought they'd be the best of times
Oh, how I long for those days
Hard as they were, painful even
They are the loveliest, nonetheless
Younger me would've been perplexed
If she knew I want those days back!
But perhaps that's how life is
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Black onyx night, of the pearlescent moon,
diamond dew kissed, musk rose red.
Deep purple and white passion!
Phantoms dance in lilac dreams;
around the corner of blooms,
with memories of sunshine.
Comparing lovely costumes,
in fields, beds and flowerpots,
just steps away from moonlight.
A polka dot rainbow flared.
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