The beach climbs are harder
the rocks turn my feet
and I find myself walking on my ankles
wading through sand
But the photos at sunset
or as the moon rise
are such a surprise
Like paintings
like fine art
witnessing the beauty of nature
as it shows us all of the basis for inspiration
everywhere
The sea air is so refreshing
the tang of salt
its cool crisp feel
as it laps past me
and blows my hair
The sheen of the sun and the moon
off the water
and it undulates and ripples
It's mesmerizing and beautiful
I seek out the lighthouse
to capture its beauty on the horizon
Its glow too settles on the ocean
and lights the scene in a way
that makes it seem like a painting
A huge downed redwood tree on the beach
a sculpture in driftwood now
but so big as to be a playground
The natural wonders of this place continue to provoke me
and keep me wanting more
from the tiny bits of rock on the ground
to the magnificent scenes in the sky
my senses are always tuned in
And here I share them with you....
Artimus 9/1/2025
fuzzy white headed little darling
with black circled eyes and ebony arms
hanging on to the tiniest bit of bamboo
being the cute panda you can be
you are lovely
neat nice luck
what a lovely night!
calm cool love
wow oh my
beautiful amazing fate
appreciated
Bright colors can't be counted
Fantastic shapes and sizes,
The breeze is nice,
Singing birds,
Of the branches of the tree,
Which I sit underneath
The sky is clear,
Distant mountains towering,
I pondered about the many colorful pebbles-
Next to the valley where the water is not being here for weeks-
I took in my hand some pebbles,
So to see them close
I counted seventeen various colors
Shades and shadows under that big lovely tree.
What a wonderful nature!
You can
never
burn
too brightly
for this world
—not ever.
All alone in my later life just my memories and me
Reminiscing about my younger years
With a lovely cup of tea.
Thinking about loved ones who have been and gone.
Time has gone so fast has it really been
That long.
Days slip into weeks and months slip into
Years
Laughter in happy times and in sadness there were tears.
Thinking about going school and getting my first job
They never paid you in pounds notes you worked for a few bob
I remember caring for my children when they were ill and sick
Now the tables have turned as time has gone by so quick.
So here I am thinking how my life used to be
Smiling to myself with my lovely cup of tea.
Oh lovely lady of ivory hair
How your pale skin shimmers in the day
How your hazel eyes compliment your smile
With teeth as white as pearls
And lips of a blushing rose
Your walk as even as a calm stream
And your voice as sweet as honey
Such a shame for a soulless shell
She holds such an untrue beauty
Her eyes as empty as a soulless corpse
Her smile holds only a wicked happiness
Her lips shoot cold truth only to disturb
Her walk has no elegance but holds only pride
She lets her hair display her envy
Dyed red with rage of rejection
Her pale skin shattered with broken innocents
If you see this broken woman wandering near
Do not ward her away
I fear she may collapse where she stands
Like a branch under unbearing pressure
Of being alone and unloved
king of sonnets,
queen of sonnets,
king of seas,
queen of seas,
all are lovely friendly poets
Lovely Ruins
I loved you to death
I gave you black roses
Maybe you were disappointed
Our love vanished
I just wanted validation
Room too crowded for two
Another closed door
What went wrong?
Shadow pain
Silence, climbing out of shame
I guess we grew apart
I crave your forgiveness
This colorful journey has ended
On empty pages
The bleeding ink runs dry
Too many years have gone by
Today is neat I went to the beach, the Red Sea coast
I saw some nice people volunteerly clean the coast
Oceans cleaning day what a lovely good work we had!
My sweetest lovely
Cool breeze to my mind
Sealing the cracks in my heart
Filling me with gold
Art is your very breath
From a soul of music
Beauty as your palette
Light dances across you
My sweetest lovely
Ruby red cheeks
Reflect the fire inside
That burns for us
I will hear that laugh
Through air not wires
Touch that skin, warm
Soft but not of cloth
Seal myself against you
Vanish the world outside
So only we exist
In that perfect moment
Lovely weather for Dunners' ducks (tongue in cheek peek at Dunedin's historic deluge)
"Stares upstairs..
Angels’ weeing above..
Be a good chap..
Show some love bruv..
Turn off the tap..
*****
No refuge from the subterfuge of the deluge..
Parched sandbag phalanxes..
Ranks marching in flanks..
Arching across busted banks..
Quaffing..scoffing..downpour spanks..
**********
Disbelief at the leisurely river Leith..
Despairing at it baring...glaring..teeth
Hurling....haring to unsheaf grief..
Mischief rashly unfurling…
Brashly whirling beneath.
Bawdry..tawdry thief...
******
Baffled..can't they see...squiffy South D in a jiffy downed..
Snaffled..drowned and raffled to the sea..
Don't they care...iffy white caps slaps..won't perhaps spare even sniffy..
Snooty..spiffy St Clair..
****
This rain ruckus.. pluvial palaver...
Whichever not whatever...
It totally sucks..
Planet forever in..
Fluvial flummoxed flux..
Tis rather lovely weather..
Though for Dunedin's ducks.."
'twas at the country fair I spied her
outstanding in her field
(in many more ways than one)
beyond compare second to none
eyelashes long and lovely skin of velvety down
I insist who could resist those eyes so big so brown
(limpid pools?) 'twould make a fool of (almost) any man
but I'm her biggest fan and I won't lie I can't deny
a complexion creamy a gaze quite dreamy
took my breath away that day
and in her hair a ribbon a ribbon of bonny blue
lost my heart (and then my mind) what's a boy to do
'twere love instantly 'At first sight' one might even say
(could she be the one for me?)
I couldn't let her get away and so I took her home
it was a first for me but please don't think the worst
(there'll be no matrimony)
I've sailed the seven seas to the four corners of the earth
been to hell (without a handbasket) and for what it's worth
been around the whole wide world
but waiting there at the country fair
where ruminating I found my one and only
my Jersey Belle, my Jersey girl
I’m sorry but I must admit
That I have read this book
There’s no point of rereading it
As if I overlooked
Unobvious important signs
That I did much appreciate
I changed my surreptitious mind
To set the fresh update
I’ve come to see your apple tree
It’s such a lovely day!
You smiling face looks down on me
Don’t worry now, please stay
Come to the table, have some wine
Pour some for me, like then
In good old days, when you were mine
And I was your best friend.
“Wake to the chirping of birds, get elated by their songs, allow the music to settle in your heart and dismiss all defeatist thoughts. Instead of burrowing like a mole, fly high like a bird” ~ By Poet
Oh! Lovely little bird, soaring and swirling,
Sliding and sweeping, making the sky your pathway,
Possessing the poet’s soul, you make me cheerful,
With songs mellifluous and melodious.
You dive and glide through cotton candy clouds,
With dizzy spells and a spirit so buoyant.
You roam and ride through air, trusting on your wings.
You are out on an odyssey to cross a thousand seas.
With black and beady eyes, you spot everything,
And watch the world from up above.
You wear a dazzling robe of vivid bluish hues.
You have rainbow pinions and a beak so sleek.
You chirpy friend, as you sing in tuneful voice from above,
Your songs fall in my ears as midnight choir from afar.
As you warble in sweet rhythm and lovely cadence,
You tell me that sweet spring of beauty and bliss is here.
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