Friday daylight beach

Yesterday was Friday
we went to the far off beach
'twas a sunny and bright day
driving was fun all the way

There we saw all in bikinis
all guys almost in nude
brawling tummies
not worried

all were sun bathing
half on their backs
the other half upwards bound
no one was worried
who was looking around

they all know we all have concealed
what we don't else wise have revealed

we all similar desires reveal
come sun bathe with us
please.

I went away for awhile;
cloud-soaked loneliness,
microwaveable dinners for two.

False adaptations, recreations,
wearing people out.
Like Vuitton-heeled girls,
wearing ankle-high socks.

Embrace foreign-tongued truths
with a German named Laura.
She’s magnificent.

There’s buskers on the sidewalk
they sing of something, soft and sweet,
about a group of boys off to war.
Throw them a penny with a two-headed Queen,
worthless yet unique.

After all the days and years
The struggling of my work
The motivation I gave you as mine
The exposure and time
Departure ahead of us
Best looks I never had

Varsity came knocking
Both with lack of interest not to go
Unfortunately never had I had the cash

Time revealed the truth
All the days I promised
Hated to see you leave
But had nothing to do

A Pastoral Symphony

Sustained by sunlight, gentle rain,
rosebushes grow in my flower garden.
At dawn I listen to the rising breeze softly
whispering in the foliage; I reflect on all
my unfulfilled wishes and rueful entreaties
that had come to naught. But my seemingly
fragile will is resilient, like the dew-glistening
spider web that entraps hapless small prey.
Here, in this nature spot, I find my haven
where I feel free of care.