Happy birthday
The world is a better place
because you are in it
Blow candles
wish a future without worries
Cut cakes
into seven slicers
like the footprints of your books
Happy many birthdays
You’ll see your children grow up
and experience the joy of your grandchildren
I’ll always think of you
on your birthday
you once lit up my world
The night sky is glorious
because of you
Category: Poetry and Prose
Soldier on
Living Poetry prompt writing – Waste Land
The city is stirred to uncertainty
among concrete slabs
and slate stones
Gray is the mood
mixing with false Hope
of a human Messiah
clothed in eloquent speech
and charisma
Change births no life
autumn leaves bring on doom
Yet, we are still hopeful
knowing the joy of spring
The vision of new life
and growth
gives us the strength
to plough through the wasteland
Mossward (Greensward)
Spring is contagious
breaking out in mossward
Shyness
in seclusion
hesitate to bloom
Blessings in Disguise
I used to hate exercising in the gym
totally intimidated by all the toned and beautiful figures
Nowadays I don’t mind at all
with my eyesight getting worse
I don’t feel at all intimidated by blobs of blur
Blue Moon
Blue Moon was written in response to Jeff’s poem Orange Sky which was included in his poetry collection Nature Speaks of Love and Sorrow.
Orange Sky by Jeff Flesch
orange is the color of the sky
and the image I find you in the night
dancing before my mind
althought I’m tired and weary
still I find in you delight
considering all the things you’ve done
like showing me how to become a man
while learning to let go of all my shame – complacency
drops instead
letting love burn through the atmosphere inside my heart and head
Blue Moon by Cassa Bassa
tonight the moon is blue
hung high over the ocean tide
murmuring love tunes
to stir up the calm water
within me
this blue flame
licking my already burning skin
reminds me of the orange sky
we lay under
the texture of your shyness
the layers of my wanting
peeling off the first blooms
of our love
and eternal desire
Pumpkin Field
Remember that pumpkin field
under the harvest moon
where we lay in the coolness of the night?
A beatle crawled around my ankle
while your fingers gliding between my longing
landed in a fire
ignited by our stardust kisses.
The shallow field matched our breaths.
The rough skin of the pumpkin fruits
reminded me of your raw passion
overcame the smoothness of my skin.
De-complicate
Would you prefer me to add a pronoun in my email signature?
I don’t mind, do as you wish.
What about your pronoun? You know I don’t want to offend you.
Call me he, she, they, it, I don’t care. I know who I am.
Ok then, I know you as Ami and you are Ami to me.
Definitely, I’m Ami 😊.
Butterfly Love, The Origin of Love
Butterfly Love
I rise from the ashes of past
circumstances
with a ladle of love in my right hand
and butterflies alighting on my left
thinking about the trees dwelling within me,
how they do always seem
lost in times of chaos, yet they
keep me warm
tangled emotions
cutting deep within, where love and pain
are perfect twins
and life is lived beneath the texture of your skin
The Origin of Love
I sit in the quiet
underneath the white oak
watch the rain rolling from my left
edging the sun towards my right
Isn’t that what grief does to us
chipping away the simple things we enjoy
I remain sitting under the tangled arms
unshaken, unmoved, undisturbed
Here is my sanctuary
and centre of gravity
where we once hid from the world’s chaos
and found each other
locked gaze
in awe
Break A Dawn
Twilight casts a net of iridescent pearls
to tempt the reluctant sun to break a dawn
She yawns
The horizon feels her warmth
beholding her fervant beautiful
Flicker of Thoughts 