Memories float along the musical highways, That clash and bang in my earways, I love the nostalgia, That leads me down memories lane.
Tag: Poetry
LOVER’S GAZE
Laying here in a day dream haze, Enjoying my lover’s gaze, Holding his hand tight, Against my chest with all my might.
SONIC SOUND
Echoing amplifier, booming electric signals, To my receptors, Brain fires it’s electrons, Signaling my body to grove to the bodily beat, Like amplified heat, The sonic sound builds tempo and grace, Heating the embers of the electric slide, Dancing through the night, Till we’re drenched in midnight sweat, Melody carrying us like a kite, We…
OVERCAST WITH RAIN
Pitter, patter, dapper, the sound of the rain all a-splatter, It comes down, in torrent’s, Drowning out the day a cold hazy fog, Permanent comes to mind, The wet ground, filled to the brim with sky water. One’s breath a cloud of smoke in response to the chill. Sitting in the sun room, Sipping a…
A PLEASENT MEAL
A bit of butter, A little love, Massage it and make it tender, Cook it on the stove, Let it simmer, As the scent lingers above, Serve it hot as it shimmers, The juices fragrant and alive, Tantalizing our taste buds, For that first bite.
Oh Sleep, Why Do You Allude Me So?
Sleep alludes the strong and weak, At the most inconvenient times during the week. Tired and strung out on caffeine, To move the daily grind machine.
BREAD IN A DESERT?
Stones unturned lay scattered around, As the two walk through the desert, Hungry and exhausted, The sun bearing down, Wishing for some bread to eat, Temptation awaiting in the heat, A Devil’s whisper, “You only need to use your power.” A holy answer, “Be gone from me.”
A.M. LOVE
My partner is at her most beautiful, Early in the morning, When her hair is tussled, And her make-up sits on the bathroom counter, Her face clean, With a gorgeous smile, Enticing me to kiss her, I bask in her unpainted beauty, Giving thanks to whatever god deemed us to be.
MOTHER NATURE
What is life without adventure, I can’t imagine being unable to enjoy Mother Nature, What would life be like without her, I can’t imagine being unable to hear the birds sing in there lofty trees.
APPLE PIE
Slice, slice, slice, Apples plopped into a bowl, Cinnamon and sugar, spice, All mixed up nice, Poured into the awaiting crust, Baked up nice and tender, Crust golden and crispy, Taste buds yearning, To taste the sweet apple treat.
