In The Mist
Category: Poem
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Fridge Poem II
Fridge Poem
Autumn, Again
Whispers of yesterday
blow
in the wind,
and into my ears.
down, down, down
to my toes.
Foggy memories
unearth crisp feelings of
what almost was,
of what never can be.
Yet,
Perfection in Summer
A gentle breeze blows
across your skin,
to remind you
that you are here.
And not there
with her,
a million miles,
and a thousand years
Away.
But the breeze ends,
and you are free…
To drift again,
smiling.
Spanish Sunset
Orange – Reddish – Bronzish –
Some conflagration of color
spray painted behind the mountains.
A work of art
crafted just for me
Now coming to you,
In London,
and
From Boston to Miami.
(that includes Brooklyn too)
To Chicago
and LA and all the “San’s”,
and yes
Osaka we did not forget you.
Much Love
and
Good Night
Summer kommt
‘Summer breeze
makes me feel fine
Blowin’ through the jasmine in my mind’
Are you ready?
for lush nights
filled with lusty wet kisses
and fragrant delights
from soft shy petals
that bloom only at night;
secreting seductive
scents; and
soothing souls
who seek.
reminding them gently-
that love is already here.
past and
present
meet at the crossroads.
and I sit here waiting
for you.
Smile
When
the sun is shining,
and so is she-
Smile.
Just smile.
don`t be shy.
When the flow
rubs your spine
and you float
through,
Just smile.
Pieces, revisted
Broken shells
Shattered glass
Sand on the beach…
What was lost
is never found.
Leave it
for the birds,
and fly away.
I am sorry
I loved you
Too much to say
Nowhere to go,
And Oblivion is near,
and it is not
found
in your warm embrace.
I loved you.
Farewell,
Where is the dustpan?
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