Sunset of love

Nothing changed here from yesterday
As he gazed forlornly at the setting sun
Carpet of grass like velvet
Foliage turning crimson red
Catching the color of sunset
It was here that they had their first kiss
The fiery sunset paled
By the fire burning in their hearts
Her lips flaming red
Was it the passion
Or captured color of sunset
Rushing libido unleashed
He returned her every kiss
Little did he realize
Seduction was in her heart
Like the leaves of fall
One moment grandiose
Coloring the forest fiery red
And gone, blown away, dead
Passion subdued, her lips pale
Heart filled with apprehension he inquired
What’s wrong, anything he had done
Nothing my love, nothing is wrong
Sun has set, it’s time to go home
In a flash like the last rays of setting sun
With a swing of her hips, she was gone
With no promise to return
The kiss was for him to keep
Sunset of love
The hurt was deep indeed


This poem is in response to Jane Dougherty’s A Month (November) with Yeats Challenge day Five

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Tuesday Photo Challenge – Three

I first thought it was tree
Then I noticed
The prompt was “Three

I only had a photo of trees
As luck would have it
There were three 
So my conscience is free
Please hear my plea
Let me tell the story
Of the three trees

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Of Donkeys and Elephants

Games played by political parties during election cycles. A follow-up to the post”American Political Football”.

We need to take care of our nook of the forest,
The elephant said.
I am too tired carrying others load,
And I need more hired help,
The donkey brayed.

We need to be careful bringing in others
That are not our kind, the elephant whispered.
I had it upto my ears,
Cleaning your garbage, the donkey replied.

Let’s take a walk, suggested the elephant.
Working together we can solve this,
And save our house for our kind.

You are always big on talk,
But have a small brain on that big head of yours.
You trample everybody that walks with you,
Leaving your garbage behind for others to clean.

Listen donkey, look at those of your friends,
Who made it good for themselves with the largesse I leave,
They traded their long ears for my trunk,
So that they can now enjoy the fruits of their labor,
And leave trickle down garbage for others to share.

I need my long ears
To keep listening to the groundswell of discontents,
And cement my place with help from the lost souls
That have lost their way home.
Otherwise the day will come when the gophers and moles,
Will be out of their comfortable holes, and
Take over this hallowed land
That we call our home.

Exactly so, the elephant demurred.
We have the same objective so why do we fight?

You have always led your herd to believe
One day they will be in their ivory towers with the wealth
Trickling down from your ivory tusks.
From my lowly perch,
I only see the devastation left by your appetite.

I am sad, the elephant said.
We agree to disagree for the same goal we have,
We have looked after ourselves well,
And I intend to guard my right with all my might.

Farewell my friend, the donkey said.
Yes we have taken good care of ourselves,
And we will do everything within our might,
To ensure that we preserve our rights.

Take care, my friend.
The elephant concurred.
We may have our own ways
To do what we think is right,
And we will ensure that
The gophers and the moles,
Always stay in their comfortable holes.

 

This poem of the author was published in a magazine before.

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