I watch these two
before Sunrise
Knowing my father
values my son’s company
more than the glorious sun
He is an old man
seen many sunrises
My son
for the first time
experiences the magnificence
of a new day
with his favourite person
I love watching sunrise
But my eyes
cannot move pass
the love between them
They are worth
missing the sunrise for
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
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
Spring is contagious
breaking out in mossward
in seclusion
hesitate to bloom
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 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
This is written based on Denise’s Six Sentence Story prompt word – Club.
Lion Bark was a world famous golfer who won many titles which were a few shied away from the young men he slept with during his long career.
One of his winning clubs was gifted by his favourite Korean lover, which he took with him around the world wherever he played in tournaments. That club reminded him of his lover’s parting words, “I’ve given my blood, sweat and tears to this club, wherever you go, take it with you in remembrance of me.”
Over the years he tried to reconnect with his Korean lover without success. His response had always been that he was under the surveillance by his government officials for crimes he did not commit.
Little did Lion Bark know, he is the reason that his Korean lover was not in jail, because of the murder weapon he kept with him.
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.
Flicker of Thoughts 