• at your leisure

    Byjucasso

    unspoken language to harness the energy
    gargantuan proportions the task masked
    lapse in the lap of a wave through the
    hint by fires flint the winter dimmer days,
    to greet those artifacts gilded flowers in
    pretty architecture at your leisure,
    measure the dresser love the hutch so much,
    seek and ye may find that sideboard from
    1899, a Mecca of antiques, antiquated
    anticipated-an English armoire original paint,
    a time and a place the older the date the beauty
    great-how quaint.

  • of the sea

    Byjucasso

    clam in wet sand sinks in the drink of bubbles
    to breathe the froth doubles as ocean waves
    crash and prey upon a world of troubles-
    from oceans ear to the mouth of the bay
    gulls shrug off the cold, feel the flinging fad
    to swoop into a loop below the waters wealth
    a fish or two be had-as stealth the brazen
    fisherman is he, seagull, natural born hunter
    of the sea.

  • the milieu

    Byjucasso

    I hear the lull of a lure in lullaby milieu, hesitate a borrowed fate
    to remedy a memory seen where you’ve been, unheard to know harmony
    occurs with windows of the spirit,
    a mirror of history, recording the path down back ally ways that climb
    like a cat to the top of the stair starved imperfection at the very
    mention of her name without question that lead me to pools of
    aquamarine cool water fresh pure clear as those sparkling deep
    gray/blue eyes that well up with tears to sympathize my humble
    cries-looking for a sunrise to brighten the day, forgive me my lies I
    know not what I said, empty your anger and I will do the same, open
    your heart let go of the pain, I humbly ask God to remove all defects
    of character-I walk
    in the pouring rain of tears loving from afar so many
    years I am sorrow you are golden, words are flowing
    to the depths of my soul I am broken, you remain soft spoken, the girl
    of my dreams I reminisce, shy as an overcast sky.

  • penchant peace

    Byjucasso

    penchant peace and heart purveys release of what her mind downplays
    these daring days a symphony for the elderly/a riot she is elegance
    dancing in light of harmony, an artist creates
    dreams nocturnal streams, baptized by her right to flourish,
    nourish her tender love, welcome the summer
    true to the season outfitted for comfort complications
    corrupt her upset her till sunset has her sink into the
    sofa she owns her smiles and frowns one minute to
    American Idol-she misses this weeks NY Times-
    daughter is crazy loves her anyway lazy and mean to Penny
    but she loves her yuman bean-it’s simpler than it seem,
    laughing with her kid till June gets her goat, then mom wants to take
    it on the lamb-and then I wrote as dad would say, trying to hit every
    note, and the greek chorus
    will come towards her in the morning, mother is bored she looks to the
    fickle finger of fate like a baker of cakes filling it
    with filling frosting whatever it
    takes, relating to her environment
    like a fireman putting out fires
    as the days inspire in the mend
    of her heart that breaks to lose
    her friend, chalk it up to experience,
    her art is her significance.

  • on the way

    Byjucasso

    peaceful rivers thaw, fall away for sprig with leave,
    buds like jewels, open perfumed
    fragrant grasses willowy reeds, time the inevitable
    passes entrapped in sap like molasses stems bent on pent up
    blends of buttercups peeking through cracks of evening seems would
    never end-no more grieving-birds sing sweetly recurring the stirring
    moments yearn, caterpillars
    turn inside out into butterflies, delicately cross moss marsh
    and bog to rest their wings in nettled boughs and fly again to capture
    a rose as honey to a bee, looking long for freedom found sees the
    world upside down, in rapture little does she want, the air is lovely
    this time of year, her wings a collage glide ever taut, as trim as a
    sail on the rocks
    on the way by the bay for a jaunt.

  • 5 & 8

    Byjucasso

    we have nothing without love
    she is my mother like no other
    blessed with her the day I was born
    those sunny happy perfect days
    trees in the breeze reached the sky
    the grass grew tall about my thighs
    the sun shined our hearts were light
    dad smiled a lot when we were little tots
    celebrate the holidays the snow
    was three feet deep
    sledding down the driveway
    into the snowbound street
    icy patches we would slip
    fall down go boom with laughter
    giggles and grins
    cracking off icicles from the roof
    crunching and munching them
    with gusto-mom would call us in
    for hot chocolate stripping off
    our snow suits soaked to the skin-
    then she would towel dry us-it was
    the snowstorm of ’56-what a great
    time to be 5 & 8 when we were
    young and innocent in a world
    where everything was great!

  • light of day

    Byjucasso

    stars like silver foil kisses
    served on Little Dipper dishes
    the man in the moon croons a tune
    of song about his only sun
    to rise and set in clarity
    the wisdom in his charity
    fire burns brilliantly his golden mastery
    resilient flame he dance before the Earth
    heat is neat in skies the limitless blue
    clouds sheer as shimmering shawls come near
    to beckon the beautiful center of the universe
    God’s gift throughout the heavens
    the angels tumble and roll
    cajoled by the laughter of levity
    mild in the month of May
    behold the light of day!

  • nightfall

    Byjucasso

    morning sun evening moon
    majestic ocean come what may
    in east end towns by the bay
    the moon is full
    to color the day
    in pinks and grays
    green gold inlays
    the 8th fold path
    moon bath
    nightfall
    creatures turn a snowy white
    in the light of a star filled sky
    felt the petal and the leaf
    under cover of belief
    in the forest where the air would weep
    the grass too tall to worry
    the short end of the greener stem
    exude young shoots a mauve in rows curved curly
    in morning the moon descends to dream
    in evening the stars wrapped in silver
    of merriment mirrored
    sparkling suspended animals in
    cobalt sky
    for everyone
    a hug from God
    for a tender goodnight.

  • a hope to heal

    Byjucasso

    is illness but cold dark abandoned shed of tear? to think about you
    dear so far from home and feelings of a castaway lost to throw stones
    across the bay, to hit the mark as stake a claim, wellness the
    priceless pit of peach
    amid the center-reach, cling to the fruit to feast.
    when moon is full
    on some romantic beach, moon pull ocean the sandy stretch, a pageantry
    of starlight where dreams are met,
    seek sea birds in flight
    dart like targets in the night of lofty flutter a shutter of
    focus that zooms in on the horizon-fits of fog dissolve before another
    sun, a hope to heal the moan of mourn unearth the morning dazzling
    dawn.

  • the golden rule

    Byjucasso

    conquest is a panacea of the past, in lives too lost to last..
    to conquer my pompous mask I can’t face the waste I trash.
    lashing out will not bring peace nor light or love so sweet,
    when next that we should meet I pray to be back on my feet as cool in
    summer heat with no thought of defeat-
    open to the golden rule with time to share our weathered cares and
    turn the other cheek, let me hold your hand and mend as we walk the
    way back when.