Hannah Belles Silence –the beginning

Purple skies yell good night to their dozing sun.

Fire lights the shadows, the nights day’s just begun.

Shades pulled on lives within without the stars to guide.

A ball is had in the deep, dancing to rhythms of tide.

 

Partners forever splash to wash away the light

Din of life slowly fades to the deafening of night.

Eyes shutter, Door hinges squeak there last, and new hands draw air.

Breathing in the day’s last taste, dark of night’s only fair.

 

While others rest, days run on to beat the clock.

Gates alive awake the walks to open doors that need no lock.

Welcoming all workers be, busily buzzing to make life sweet.

Nights or days at Hannah Belles employ a tasty treat.

 

Chimes ring out in the square, alerting all to what’s behind.

Reminding all of what’s ahead and afoot and to jog the mind.

Bottomless pools dot the streets, journeys take forever.

There’s joyous voices all around and angry silence never.

 

Another day in Hannahville, they feed the smiles everywhere.

This factory called Hannah Belle glows without a care.

Whether color gloss or moustache size, styles change, lips stay the same.

Visitors wait in a thin line to leave robust and always glad they came.

 

 

First chapter from Hannah Belles Silence (Charlie passes the candy torch)

 Coming soon to virtual bookstore near you.

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Summer’s Last

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Intrepid petunia, November gray

A ray of life on an autumn day

Stands lonely in planter on a porch

The seasons of gold’s solemn torch

On canvas of gray grows shadow of white

Sunbeams focus ‘til called by night

Her lasting beauty the sun is drawn

Through lonely nights to kiss at dawn

Yet soon to be tucked in bed of snow

A winter slumber awaiting springs glow

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Growth of Plight

Engines of plight will grind to a stop

When bloated guts belly flop

Diving high in their oils last drop

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Autos will stall – jets will fall

Ships adrift with no ports of call

Life consumed by engines sprawl

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We’ll burn our peat and our coal

Scavenge twigs when no logs roll

Burn our atoms and homes of ole

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Hope burns rockets for us to roam

In glittered shells, blazing chrome

Turning pages to ash that was our tome

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Oceans slick with humans last trace.

Now directionless vessels adrift in space

Motionless, still hurrying – to keep the pace

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Escaping history that was our own

Journey unneeded to a vast unknown

Civilizations die when greed is grown

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Blur

I’ve swallowed every sonnet since I don’t know when.

I can’t recall a single thing that may have been forgotten.

Though when I see your passing blur each day,

I can never seem to find the words to say.

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Your beauty is so daunting it really is unkind.

I’ll be content another day with snapshots in my mind.

A seldom glance, a memory of a time we almost had.

Then rising moon our hearts collude to dream away the bad.

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Perhaps one day when time, words and hearts align,

Our hands will meet, our lips will touch and all will be fine.

But morning brings the darkness, open eyes reveal lies.

Though truth and lies blur in minds, a dream never dies.

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-Cherry on Top Sundries Shoppe

Every Sunday me and my Pop

Take a walk to the old sundries shop

Winter’s in boots and summer flip-flops

Anytime to the Cherry on Top

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It’s not just a store, it’s so much more

A magic box filled with sundries galore

It’s everyone’s first and their last stop

All the time at the Cherry on Top

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Welcoming doors always polished bright

Welcoming all to their sundries delight

Every week is a brand new crop

Any time at the Cherry on Top

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A place with things too many to list

Lipsticks for lips that want to be kissed

There are bouncing balls and bats that bop

All the time at the Cherry on Top

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Combs and brushes for hair and teeth

Halloween treats and Holiday wreaths

Baskets for bunnies with ears that flop

Any time at the Cherry on Top

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Row after row of this’s and that’s

There are racks for jackets, hooks for hats

Handles for brooms and buckets for mops

All the time at the Cherry on Top

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There’s cases packed with trinkets so bright

Batteries stacked for flashlights at night

They’ve got cards to send and cards to swap

Any time at the Cherry on Top

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Way at the back, there’s medicines there

Carefully mixed by people who care

They carefully measure, count and chop

All the time at the Cherry on Top

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Then the place – my favorite of all

It’s the lunch-counter, where I sit tall

Serving pie with whipped cream and gumdrops

Any time at the Cherry on Top

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They’ve cakes, cookies, turkey and roasts

My dad always gets; juice, eggs and toast

Sunday’s best at the old sundries Shoppe

I get my sundae, cherry on top

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The End

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Pearls

Pearls of beauty cost time and luck.

Pearls of wisdom spend lives in muck.

Pearls displayed on treasured chest,

  not the pearls that pearl’s love best.

A pearl adorned was a life we shuck,

  a pearls death when freed from muck.

Wisdom counters folly’s haste.

Pearls of nature are not to waste.

Muddy visions count the buck.

Oceans clear drown in muck.

Seas to rise in polar heat

Saving pearls from Follies Street

Pearls of wisdom we won’t pluck,

When life returns to natures muck.

 

The End

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