Oceanzest Poetry (270)

cold ice dancer
raspberry ripped
clean clean glass
muscle stripped

no passion spared
whirling storm
he held her high
strength and form

carving crystals
blade and steel
spotlight night
a show for real

judges gasp
audience hail
pinnacle display
they could not fail

This is the dawning of
the Age of Aquarius, Age of Aquar...
..scratch.. enough of that record..
lets see, mmm Beach Boys..
Lets go surfing now, everybody's learning how....
..better.. uplifting...
hmm poetry time

When a man loves a woman
Can't keep his mind on nothin' else
He'd trade the world
For the good thing he's found

hmm sounds familiar, must have been done, lets try again

Baby, let's cruise, away from here
Don't be confused, the way is clear
And if you want it you got it forever
This is not a one night stand

... like it, surely that's original...

You'll never find, as long as you live
Someone who loves you tender like I do
You'll never find, on the graveyard shift
any dinner options, that aren't stew
doesn't take no imagination baby
to put together, some Mexi beans, yeah
whoa, whoa whoa whoa

enough rambling

where were we, ah yes serious poetry

Love for a Spanish girl

midnight in Madrid
castanet
bullfight dawn
the day we met
dark dark dark
gypsy eyes
moving like a tigress
flamenco cries
sailing like Columbus
on your ocean blue
take me around the world
such delights we knew

enough!

there is a love
made of granite
for Bobby and Janet
it's a love
made of stone
that few may have known
and takes that form
from dusk 'til dawn
on the revolving planet

there is a love
made of timber
for Sully and Kimber
its a love
carved from wood
you'd take if you could
and it's been that way
for ever and a day
and may it remain so limber

Champagne and extravagance
world of Fitzgerald
lights up the driveway
a party in full swing
dressed for the evening
history might fall
your way tonight
my friend
like tossed cards
in the pool
we float on
chance
all yesterdays
abandoned
for the electric present
of the opera singer's
immaculate note
carried over the lawn
as women dissolve
behind the blinds
a shuttered world
of Maserati and Saint Laurent
leather bound
Afghan hound
silver chains
string quartet
and for you Sir
simply a dash of lemon

"In his blue gardens men and girls came and went like moths among the whisperings and the champagne and the stars" F. Scott Fitzgerald

Optimisticme has overtaken me
need to write 2 poems to stay ahead
it may not be a competition
but it gets me out of bed.

swing under a tree
the river flows on downstream
here lies good balance


A morning with birds
harvesting the light of day
life above the ground

Thunder claps
come down the hall
outside the rain
begins to fall

the raincoat hangs
upon the stand
for events like these
that come unplanned

into the street
I like to stroll
to see Mrs Toad
and Mr Mole

they live quite handy
down the road
in a typical suburban
humble abode

Mole will serve up
tea and jam
while Mrs Toad
prepares the ham

We talk of family
and local news
and trifling nothings
that do amuse

Better friends
are hard to find
they're a fitting tribute
to animal-kind

By 7 pm
I'm on my way
the rain has gone
for another day

split like smoke
and orange peel
confessions to Mary
river delta woman
chained x chained
celluloid reels
blue field lines
victory under flag

deep water whiskey
running with ice
funnel me back Jack
time and tapestry
to the gunslinger age
pearl handled
vigilantes
comes the preacher
with the good book
read me a passage padre
one for all the fools
the world suffers
all this bullet and bounty
dead in the county
count them, count them
until the dark raven circles
surround your eyes
turning the pages
slowly, slowly
fold, fold
for the night

flames for Africa
a hot girl in my chimney
move over Santa

send me an angel
send me an angel, right now,
right now, burns me up ... Real Life, remember that one?

Our love is custard
You're so white and I'm an egg
beat it, beat it, Uh! ... one for Michael.

And when your roaming
far, far from the center line
as everyone does
on the steep incline
from time to time
and its all falling like snow
falling like snow round and down
troubles run like the deer
out on the edge of town
I heard him sing,
"Don't let your days desert you
let not the hurt recruit you
it will all pass away, pass away
as those ancient days have come and gone
not for a sailor to silence
the mermaid's song
who am I, who am I, who am I
to know what makes paradise"

Rubber and tin
tonic and gin
deep in Malaya
Wallace rose
to the sight
of Atkins
parading
like the Sultan's emissary
towards his hut
No finer man
could he have procured
for such a mission
he determined,
resolutely confident
amongst his peers.
"A day for the cool of the hills Wallace"
"Indeed Sir" he responded, "'tis destiny that finds us at the mercy of this wretched jungle but we shall overcome the odds my good man"
He drank from the rainwater vessel before they set off for the interior.
On a rise they took view of the valley plateau that ran from the river to the distant mountains, green with wild fruit trees and rice paddies.
"The objective Atkins is to wrestle a lease from these inhabitants, should they be disposed to entreat us so, we must give the impression that the Sultan has allied with us in spirit my man, that these lands are bound for greater duty to humanity"
Atkins stared at the hills, the prospect amused him as it had when presented by Wallace's predecessors.
"A vision it is Wallace" he replied somewhat unctuously
"A vision it is"