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summer 2000
Summer is flying by!  This season there are so many good poems to select.  Thank you for your excellent contributions!
Artists on this page:    Aaron LaFlora,  Angela Contino Donshes, Gaz Martin ,  Sharon Rothenfluch Cooper, Gavin Joachims,  George W Knox , Nhea' Duncan

Priceless Landscape
by  George W Knox

I glance into a fire
of resplendent eyes
leading me to a palace
immersed in dreams
as I sweetly sip pure ecstasy
of sacred love
you paint my memories
with gentle strokes of affection
swelling my empty landscape
as we dance in rains
of chilling watercolour
Your passion of red
drips gleefully across
my sharp blue eyes
merging into technicolor thoughts
exhibiting sweet pictures
in my mind
yet when we part
the spectre of emptiness
excavates his grave of nothingness
through my heart
as rains wash away our colours
and transform our masterpiece
to a canvas of white
oh my landscape craves
your colours
come to me
my beautiful artist
paint my life again.
George W Knox   Oct 1998
While You Were Away…
by  Aaron LaFlora

Half past a morning's afternoon,
My love,
You have left me
To bathe in the opulence of  your balcony's comforts.
Your heart has supplied this space for me with
All the necessities you perceive within my eyes:
A beanbag or two to hug my soul into;
Twigs of jasmine to mirror the scent of your sleepy breath
Between freshened sheets of slumber,
And a slightest of wind drifting fans of palms
That do dare to mimic
The resonance of two lovers carelessly wrestling to become one within each other.
And if the sun's brilliance could sigh to a whisper for just a moment,
I would be enticed to behold the warmth within your  willowy eyes.
Ahhhhhhh,
But the penetration of  such a heavenly radiance
Cast down upon my mere mortal self,
Does leave me to certain  concealments within my mind's eye…
So
While I seduce such an aura into closing each one of these lids softly,
Allow the winds to spin themselves into a bedtime story--
My subliminal self will mold into a fetal position
To listen to the inflections of each majical syllable
Until once again,
The timbre of your touch prickles through this dream
And awakens me……
Aaron LaFlora    16 april 2000
A RED RED ROSE
We said goodbye, that night so late.
It was the end of our first date.
His mouth did smile, we lingered there.
This was for me, a moment rare.
He plucked a rose so deep and red,
And handed it to me and said,
"Remember in the days to come,
Where came the rose, and who 'twas from".
My cherished rose remains with me,
Within my chest for none to see.
But treasure lies within my heart.
"Remember the rose, we'll never part".


MY SYMPHONY
A symphony of beauty's in my head,
Composed of words and phrases, it is said.
They run around my thought so endlessly,
That sleep eludes for hours, you can see.
To grab a pen and scribble down the thought,
Cause only more to tumble as I jot.
So when the special words come fast apace,
Forget my sleep, and to the paper race.

Sharon Rothenfluch Cooper

CACTUS
By:  Sharon Joan Rothenfluch Cooper
After dark falls in the desert,
Eerie shadows start to form.
Now the sand is bathed in moonlight,
Cactus silhouettes are born.
They've another kind of beauty,
Tall and stately, dressed in black.
Darkened shadows mark the surface,
Waiting 'til the sun comes back.
And Still I Dream
by  Angela Contino Donshes

The years grow distant
and still I dream

of emerald skies
above a coral sea

and shining stars
like diamonds
in a velvet sky

of whitewashed houses
precarious
on high and verdant hills

a church bell's plaintive ring
thin and far away

of crystal waters
cool upon the lips

purple vineyards
shimmering
in early morning mist

satin petaled orange blossoms
perfumed sweet

and yellow butterflies
with lacy angel wings

sunbeams
slowly waltzing
down magic paths of gold

and gentle raindrops
jeweled tears
on dusty palid leaves

the years grow distant
and still I dream

Mother Earth
by  Gaz Martin

Clouds of black,hidden by the blue,
Tears of pain fall from you,
Your earth is falling apart,
No longer a beat within your heart.
Rising of the seas,
Desecration of your trees,
You've held together for so long,
Trying to right mans wrong.
Love for your earth is dying,
Although you'll keep on trying,
And you will have your say,
Because every mother nature has her day.



             In My Mind’s Eye by  Nhea' Duncan

             In my mind’s eye, the spirit of tomorrow
             Lies in today.
             Those now called Generation X need to pull together
             In order to have a say.
             Release the negativity, replace it with positivity.
             Those now called Generation X need to pull together—
             U.N.I.T.Y.

             In my mind’s eye, the spirit of tomorrow
             Lies in today.
             Beautiful ladies of color, step up and take a bow.
             This is our time; we’re in our prime.
             Let’s rejoice in our success and learn from our failures.
             Beautiful ladies of color, step up and take a bow.

             In my mind’s eye, the spirit of tomorrow
             Lies in today.
             If you’re a fighting warrior, a strong black man,
             Please come forward.
             Take your rightful place as a part of this society.
             Nothing will get better if you choose to flee,
             Or if you choose to stray.
             If you’re a fighting warrior, a strong black man,
             Please come forward.

             In my mind’s eye, the spirit of tomorrow
             Lies in today.
             Life as the world knows it,
             Is upon the mercy of our babies.
             Realism, persistence and strength are the keys.
             Teach them the importance of these amenities.
             Life has to be worth the tears of sorrow
             Or joy that our youth will cry.

             This is where the spirit of tomorrow lies
             In my mind’s eye.

             © Nhea' Duncan

             Read more of Nhea's poetry at The Sensation of Love
Psssssssst... My Tabby
by  Gavin Joachims
They met on a beach, that day.
Thomas and Tabby Cat.
She smiled and winked her eye.
He purred with delight-
went rolling on his back.
She stopped to stare
At this,
silly
Thomas Cat
That,
was
(yearning his love;
              yearning her soul)
Some say, it was
Thomas Cat's
Acrobatics
That,
was
showing her, how much her welcome meant.
That
of
This beautiful
Tabby Cat
That,
was
(yearning his love;
              yearning her soul)
However this story told-
Please do tell!
This story
of
these two Cat souls
(yearning;
              each other's)
Immortal.
That
of
Thomas and Tabby Cat.
They met on a beach, that day.
Psssssssst... My Tabby
My love is yearning
Yours,
Today.


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