• scapes

    Byjucasso
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  • passions

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  • beliefs

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  • ethereal tree

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    ethereal tree in the forrest cathedral
    shimmer winsome bird wing
    crisp Autumn air bring slim stem
    blue azure grass capture frost
    the cost of losing you
    lost in the shadows
    rain like tears dripping droplets on branches
    strip the evening mottled leaf
    that fill the ground with grief
    creature stir black fur buries to ashes
    shadow of a darker moon cry to sea
    waves crash bluer
    i never meant to hurt the wonder
    it was a wonderful summer
    salt in the wound plunder put the mood asunder
    fire brimstone thunder
    upset depth deep dark sorrow
    forgive an ancient debt
    that may free us from regret tomorrow.

  • Enders of the east

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    hibiscus sweet sugary dark bark
    no worry tender twig upon the heart
    dug deep into mineral floor the flora
    decades steep in soil root mute curl coil
    in a land as loyal enders of the east
    receive the royal Golden Pear and Goldberg bagel feast
    all the spoils are anointed
    by the romantic Atlantic
    castaway long summer sway trees warm wind skim shore
    pack trunk dump junk
    leave the bible in the drawer
    fold clothes from the dryer
    hot as if they were on fire
    by the Sound and telephone wire
    we are all famous in the Hamptons
    liable to listen to Lionel train his quartet
    in a most blue moody moon-set
    dance to the stereo
    strangers well meant amusement
    soon the snow and ice will trickle the pipes sacrifice
    summer ’18 fill a memory
    augment autumn upon us author autonomy
    search the birch for parchment
    as we did in Larchmont
    leave every leaf in place
    beguiled thoughts to file
    rile denial look my way your smile christen day
    wild child please don’t turn away
    fate is late thank God for time
    that has us pray for yours and mine.

  • i guess

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    clamor to the glamor of the dawn
    listen to the bluebirds song
    continue on
    may God bless
    where nothing’s wrong

    i guess
    rest is best
    to quell the fallen fell
    as fellows tell
    chime in the bell will ring
    a melodic hypnotic spell
    that only time will tell
    that give and take
    the dwelling of mistake
    identity of late for greater sake

    forsaken shaken sky
    thunder in the wonder of an eye
    plunder the summer of joy
    fall careen with color seen
    by all the fear we mutter more

    winter shutter cloudy rowdy days
    in waves rough and cold and gray
    make room for holiday
    nestled in content
    i love you more than i have wept
    and catch the dream i’ve kept.

  • for you

    Byjucasso

    for you
    sage fume
    cloudy mist tint blue
    green stem stalk past
    the pasture where we laughed
    smiling sun upon purple plum
    kiss
    the blossom of her care
    she sympathize the eyes of cries
    regarding butterflies
    delicate creatures perfect features
    pond meadow rainbow 🌈 rose the row of colored crows in Autumn leaves that glow
    then to leaf through books
    that bind the mind back through time line for line
    winter cometh the spruce and pine embark the heart ♥️ of rhyme.

  • my olympus

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    Portraits of the Gods and Goddesses

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    odes to The Gods and Goddesses

    JUNO

    graceful green stem
    heavenly wind whisper repose
    a coat of shining stars
    precipitate Her halo cap
    arouse circles of the abundant bliss
    to gather stones the grave enlist
    kiss Her sequenced hem dawn to dusky pink carry long
    longing for Her love adored
    promise A kiss be born to every pretty
    mist beside the Spring of song.

    Zeus

    fire lute and lyre curses cry for no one from the sand of nomad canyons caves carnal sins break of day hoist the sail break away prisoners all in the prism of the fall
    capture them all the lamb is silent
    the lion roar.

    Athena

    Her beautiful mind exquisite kind in shadow shade everglades glide in moonbeam tides hear your name-think the spoils of war ain’t no use at all, the catcher waves a wand the crystal of a swan-the magic will unfold when men grow not so old to see the sea as cold and free as gold.

    Diana

    unearth cloud cover hover between the world and night the dark of bed has hit your head the dread is out of sight but oh the miracle He may the night will sun the day and i will hunt to be as blunt as fish swim in the bay.

    Apollo

    yellow golden age upon the plain bathe enrich the grain fierce the piercing seagull cry the sun is in his eye great God
    warmth regard the handsome and the bard.

    Neptune

    Son of Zeus protective loving knight blue green waters stir rush crash in His veins touched by Pisces reflect moon lit seas oceans fathom turbulence deluge Father of fish crab clam man the oar from Maine to the mainland of Japan.

  • my mother 5-21-18

    Byjucasso

    my mother like no other suffers her suffrage
    in rage the storm ignite her form
    a peddle pusher drawn
    warm as a stem
    where flowers grow as firm a fern may bend
    her art is everything kind
    the beauty is in her beautiful mind
    that translate to the page
    it feels so good when we’re on the same page

    the night is blessed she sleep to rest
    her bones
    in spritely dress she does her best
    a nap she cover with a throw
    to paint what ain’t now known
    the rain may ache her toe
    so many paintings she really should show

    standing still she take her pill
    she love those pickles garlic dill
    roasted peppers anchovies she eat her fill

    Raymond makes her laugh
    takes a shower every morning
    just like june she’s snoring
    steps on the scale afraid she’s getting fat
    to find a book that isn’t boring
    the buildings maybe black
    color them shiny or mat

    there for everyone she loves
    she loves everyone
    accessible sensible benefactor
    takes a moment to ask a question?
    who am i now that Harold is gone?
    68 years listening to him sing off key
    he was her best friend

    mom i can’t live without you
    you are my sunshine and my rain
    you are joy and Palmolive
    you are ivory liquid-
    the tide rushes into cleanliness
    you take away my emptiness
    mostly by stuffing me with yummy food.