First Rose (NaPoMo 30)

 

 

As Spring so softly yields to warmer days

The first rose of summer shall bloom alone,

Her loveliness sets the garden ablaze.

The rip’ning world takes on a brighter hue

As queen of May, she dances round the stone

Beneath the cloudless skies of vibrant blue

And all I can do is sit here and gaze

On beauty found within a single rose.

 

I see the moistened pearl of morning dew

Upon her red petals it takes repose

And I can’t help my dreams that drift to you

For love had come so gently on wind’s blown

My eyes have seen so that my heart now knows

The first rose of summer shall bloom alone

 

 

Jem, 30 April 2011

Will and Kate (NaPoMo 29)

There is a wedding in old London town

A handsome man and his radiant bride

Ivory silk made up her graceful gown.

A merry throng had gathered in the street

To see the carriage in which they would ride

They cheered to the rhythm of marching feet

 

The bells are ringing out the happy news

To tell the world a prince now has a wife

With waving flags of red, white and blues

The man who shall be king has found his queen

And together they stand in love and life

As one to face the joys as yet unseen

 

There is a wedding in old London town

The bells are ringing out the happy news

 

 

Jem, 29 April 2011

Circe’s Magic (NaPoMo 28)

Artwork: Circe’s Magic, Boris Vallejo

 

I have ne’er changed a man into a beast

But mirror images of his own self

Then that is what the world should see.

A man whom on the suffering doth feast,

Should not be offered the delights of wealth

Yet the sight of him could set others free.

I see the world of man, and wonder why,

he lets the Earth writhe in pain to die.

I see the sun arising in the East

Reflected rays on industrial slick

The shadow trees on lands he’s only leased

He still complains as Nature turns a kick

For Man shall be forever long deceased

Before the Sun denies the world her quick.

A Sign Of Good Taste (NaPoMo 27)

Dedicated to Pietro Ferrero http://thenewsportal.net/?p=891202

 

 

His jewel of chocolate delights

In dreams of love dare we behold,

That brings to continental nights

Such luxury enriched with gold.

 

In deuces rather than an ace

The Monte Carlo cards may fold

His gem will bring a smiling face

Such luxury enriched with gold

 

Of biking’s tragic final trip

The tears of loss the papers told

His love remains at fingertip

Such luxury enriched with gold

 

His jewel of chocolate delights

Such luxury enriched with gold.

 

 

Jem, 27 April 2011

The Choice (NaPoMo 26)

 

My Lady taught me well beneath the sky

That mine is not to fear eternal flame

For fear won’t lead me to her realm’s divine.

To fear her words and never ask her why

Condemns my soul with no one else to blame

As choices made, they must truly be mine.

 

Yet if I hunger for her paradise

She’ll cast me out without a second glance

For I’m not worthy to be at her side.

So I must learn the ways of ancient wise

And let her lead me in her wondrous dance

Across skies, where she is my celestial guide.

 

I love my Lady for herself, alone

She will not deny me, I am her own.

 

 

 

Jem, 26 April 2011

Sapphire Oceans (NaPoMo 25)

A cooling breeze gently caressed my skin
While watching the sun sink beneath the wave
Each night she comes to gently take me in.

In the twilight I see the love I crave
Where sapphire oceans meet the rocky shore
I see her face that makes my heart stand brave.

And though I have ne’er felt her kiss before
I know my fate is grasped within her hands
For all I yield she will demand much more.

I fear her want yet dance across the sands
To see her face above the worldly din
My confused heart finally understands.

A cooling breeze gently caressed my skin
Each night she comes to gently take me in.


Jem, 25 April 2011

Chrome Reflections NaPoMo 24

The dew drops mingle with the scented foam,
As foaming orchid kisses trace desire.
She sees my desire reflected in chrome
The falling chrome rain cannot quench our fire,
That same flaming fire that guides my need home
Home; where teased kisses play upon her lyre
As lyre strings vibrate like a honeyed comb
I succumb to the thoughts of her desire.

My one desire to ease her wanton need
In latent streams of need that twist and flow
Where flowing movement feeds the hunger so.
So love demands that we sate lusting greed
In greedy torrent waters we renew
Our knowing passion so long overdue

Jem, 25 April 2011