it’s only tears

Byjucasso

it’s only tears
that make me wish to word so well
the well is deep
temper quell ripped defeat
as laughs are nothing cheap

I look at him
he takes my arm
as if he stroked my cheek from harm
the many months aloof
hadn’t seen him in many a year
wearing tailored suits

and never wore him boots
but custom made shoes
that hid the kid so lovingly
gallant dad uncouth

but for his truth
though thin today still boldly gray
without a word to say
he needs us me and you so much

dinner breakfast lunch
retired to humility
the seamless life of liberty subdued

a thoughtless boisterous melody for all of us to sense
in him vacant memory
that turns attention to the sun a window on the world to catch some warmth
familiar on his pudum

eyes that match the sky
endure the pouring of the rain ignore the bitterness of pain explore a little child’s game

he served out his usefulness
carried his family on his back
never lacking support the needed strain
under the gun of a material
sun summed up his world with
tears that came that I wasn’t his son to fly the flag unfurled
for he is just a man of trust and I his little girl.

wax

Byjucasso

seconds timely tick
ever present memory
in a harmony of ink
sense the symmetry
the rhythm rhyme the energy
transcend the pen of pleasantry
that seals the letter with the wax
a candle’s flame flickers light
upon a wall of white
reflection on the window pane
shadows dance upon the glass
in slow repose the melting wax
a translucent mask
the looming fire cast the hours past
that humble sleep
when minutes shy the limits
of your night
in deep dark heart
look for brilliance
of bright resilience
in silent stillness.

when night is never commonly

Byjucasso

when night is never commonly
trees swoon southernly
canst rekindle comfortably
desire in monotony

fill will transparent
fall into Atlantic
fasten the romantic
eyes meet moon melodic

dire feeling ill-equip
to martyr your sweet cause
the one of welts and whip
raw unrelenting grief guilty grit

imagine you and I somewhere on a ship
on holiday to take a trip
with rainbows on our lips
from ports of call to feed our souls

white winter angry
world bold as bitter brandy
ocean roll cold sandy
wind is gaunt and gangly
moon marooned at noon
until stars share his sky.

write down the prose

Byjucasso

write down the prose
in sweet repose
try to sleep
I count on you sheepishly

ensconced in deepest grief
I know not why
that I should cry
the colors dance on walls

red green purple blue
vivid retreat and overalls
the view won’t let me close my eyes
there’s no one I must compromise

no plunge off peers
I talk to my heart with sympathy
buy myself some Tiffany
read a chapter capture laughter

eat a dish of something rich
the night is still
salvage tears
get on scale-
more tears

a lone girl wolfs down her meat
she is discreet wants to be alone
explore the stainless refrigerator
steal immoral morsels of food
no one looking she can’t be rude

cover from head to toe with lotion
dry as sandpaper-parched as parchment
what ever became of the little girl from Larchmont? we moved to Greenwich-

I remember the gold inlay on the rectangular marble table-the knotted wool karistan the Stuebin
on the break front-dad winding the Tiffany clock-mom painting on the round kitchen table-

then at 5 o’clock mom sautéing one of her famous concoctions while dad poured himself 2 fingers-

I was able to have an open mind-I was capable
sleepy time tea occasionally camomile
milk and honey on the other side of the fridge
yogurt berries banana granola
wait till they go then have your cola

relationships-tell new friends I’d like to get to know ya-
adapt to others with ebb and flow
don’t cry in front of a guy
hold on to yourself till he leaves and then fall apart

he didn’t want your heart just a field day with
your body
so much sadness no party

East Hampton winters a comfort
living humble in my Ponderosa
organic French roast coffee 2% milk
updated phenomenal kitchen in 2 weeks
2 happy 2 be sad.

tin stars distract

Byjucasso

tin stars distract
lite the dirt the beam compact
combust/react

lovers woo
envelop lovers woe
thoughts you knew you may not know

swim sea undertow
deepest waters crash
soaring seagull cry

loneliness will tell you why
you haven’t got a friend nearby
to care until the end of time
a virtual ascend

happy fellow warm mellow
moon low world cold
in that old familiar way

salmon spawn against tide
blue fish run away
fishing fleet fish for meat
sell it by the bay

Fall skip into Winter
fell on Ice/slip no grip
darkness whisper whimper

so cherished is your sleep
you haven’t heard a word I speak
nocturnal wish surreal
murmur in realm of dreams.

hold image

Byjucasso

hold image
stars fix high
comet and shooting star race
across face of sky

their tails spark flame
fizzle like the bubbles in champagne
as pistols that misfire in the rain
wets a whistle of an early morning train

dawn bring light
soaring sight of sun strident

call energies to bear
love nature of a deer
the doe demonstrative with her fawn

combing the wood for juicy leaves hung on
stems that cling to giving limbs
speedy breezes blow up strong

blades of grass suspended in their ice
wait for sun
to render plump and tender

in frostbite stay alive
winter sacrifice
fierce frigid force wind defy

the moon is cool
forsake the aching chill
sun sleep soundly round and still
to elevate in his wake
as a full moon will.

the dappled rosebud path

Byjucasso

pursue the dappled rosebud path
the shady pond of barren bird
tell me nothing but your sweet word

that it’s not over
stroll in clover
the nights are colder
not curse the candor
we built in splendor
in timeless hours of the ardor

grabbing hold of decadence only absence wreck
continuum-faster leaving anyone for freedom is the medium

your cheekbones
chiseled as a David
remembered the creamy complexion your gaunt cheeks
faint blush in morning mist
I miss the hearty hug
the baby’s breath kiss

devout pout that laughs out loud upon a pretty face as this
the road is long I long for
God to help me find my way

back to
the dappled rosebud path
where first love felt of Spring.

wonderful wondering

Byjucasso

wonderful wondering
where the varied melody
transfixed as a memory
call for charms exemplary

twitter of a bird
in flight to night the sky
so deep the eve would pale his grief
with feelings harsh as hail

resume the cold draft air
puddles pour a bath
cool as pools to lap
leave a brooding lurid laugh

the Antarctic blast
cast the frigid fate
would make a heartache
in need of warmth

thank you for waiting
beside my garden gate
thoughts of you relate
sharing your soul

in a world at peace
i see you bearing treats
under the elegant pine
work boots on your feet
like a diamond in a mine

let me understand
everything too difficult to say
I search for meaning
in your well being
a portrait to portray

douce the flame of fantasy
put out fires rigorously
reticent in recent years
to advance in my infancy

lose the truth reluctantly
learn from cunning secrecy
elevate the lethargy
that chokes what spoke in clarity

hide the whim of wisdoms sting
like bees caught up in a bunch
I’d like to catch the reason
never let it go

when I hear rain
I get fearful all over again
calm collect me writing then
in prayer for an eloquent pen.

to the sky I spy the amber sun

Byjucasso

to the sky I spy the amber sun
in winter harsh and glum
wandering blue as ample ramble
clouds are barely one

grateful for forest green
splendid spruce pine for me
froze the earth and all she glean
troubled in her worth esteem

be well the time abate
no seconds on the plate
to think it all too late
remorse is great

the music curve
arch angels sing
to know the very truth of life
to have you in my sphere

translucent waters cleanse their care
to guide the rivers collide regale

out of my element there
in a state of kind regard reflect eclectic stars

hurl gold moon into ultramarine sea
pink sky resign turn darkest wine

follow hallowed tomorrow with tumultuous slumber
colder than a sorrow in summer.

bless by will

Byjucasso

bless by will
harmony instill
explore the ponder
of a fonder fill

water pour
drops encourage goblets
the size of faucets
replenish thirst

all is worship
worried dignified gauntlet overflow
look gaunt high cheek-boned glow
positively magnificent

elegant
when you speak
take a chance
take me to your Paris France

where we may skip and prance
princesses in our own tuxedo pants
embrace a fine romance
in a finest dine and dance

walk with me on the Champs de Élysées
catch a cold speaking Portuguese
some day

travel Italy please
we’ll sit at Trevi Fountain eating bread and cheese
walk through Vatican City
cobblestone streets old pretty

Ferrari fiat Maserati
pizza pie home made genoa salami
pasta drizzled with fresh extra extra virgin olive oil

roasted garlic cloves manicotti ricotta
marinara & spaghetti al dente linguini boil
mussels in white wine/butter sauce will do
fresh baked sesame bread/Tuscan vino white & red

eating our hearts out in Europe
we must travel to be sure of
to live like queens they will serve us more of

take a dip in the sea when the surf’s up
on a sail boat we will manga till sun down
as fireworks streak across our bow
and the milk is creamy straight from the cow.