Tuesday, December 16, 2008

She, The Santa Anna (English Sonnet)

She is the freshest sea I have tasted
Casting from shore, through hills of hued skies
Gathering the oak from the western coast
Enveloping what once were our harvest prize
Her silky frock tossed and turned everywhere
With silver whisps shining behind
Motioned silhouette like apparitions
As the passing words comforts in kind--
"Hello dearest life, how are you?"
I bask in her touch so free and lasting
"
Worry not, all is well. It has come."
My fingers open with alms in yearning
My leafy reds and orange break and fall
While rain and sun lay in wait for her call

Brat (Epigram)

Money and its luxuries were to suppose to provide the best of the best
Alas all that are left is the sly wily insults in between her jest

One Night Stand (Limerick)

I once courted a girl with a bottle
To passion we juiced in throttle
She gave her name
Numbers to blame
And left to me a jack to handle

Bulbs (Cinquain)

Bulbs
Luminous electronics
Brightens the room
Embellishing colors to delight
Light

Women & Roses (Vers Libre)

Women are like roses
They blush with color
Though bloom in winter
Thorns can be shaven
But they will always
Stem green with envy

Without your care, they
Will wilt before spring
Removing that scent
You once had savored
By delicate touch
As she is

Rich (Senryu)

Everything's here
Nothing to buy or to take
All that's left is Give

Everyday (Senryu)

Killing time's instance
Repetition disciplines
Monotony Blows