Making Aquaintance

Vaksinius · Making Aquaintance (*)

[Intro]

[Verse 1]
We sit down at a café and
we talk about the weather.
The weather, I say, makes no strand.
We are in it together.

[Verse 2]
What about the wind and rain,
you ask and make a gesture.
By it the weather is a pain,
I say, as if by torture.

[Chorus]
In Norway, know, it is a verb,
I say, to weather, meaning
“to be”. You see, the one superb
is not on playing leaning.

[Bridge]
That is fantastic, you say. Glow!
Give me to feel the summer!
I smile, and say, what are you now?
The “be’ar” playing drummer?

[Instrumental]

[Chorus]
In Norway, know, it is a verb,
I say, to weather, meaning
“to be”. You see, the one superb
is not on playing leaning.

[Bridge]
That is fantastic, you say. Glow!
Give me to feel the summer!
I smile, and say, what are you now?
The “be’ar” playing drummer?

[Verse 3]
You laugh, and say, a busy “bee”
I am, now, in that respect!
The Viking is to me, you see,
to kill by sound intellect!

[Outro]
The Viking is to me, you see,
to weather, damned to be …

NOTE :

This poem is referred to on the blog hop of dVerse
| here |.

Dancing Shadows

Vaksinius · Dancing Shadows (*)

DANCING SHADOWS

The quiet of the evening softly glows.
A whisper of the day here wildly flows.
A shadow dances on a cobblestone,
betrayal, to the mind of heart unknown.

The stars peek out in heaven’s velvet sky,
while moon takes care to sing a lullaby.
The evening breeze carries a sweet refrain,
and echoes joy, mingled with loss and pain.

I really come to think of her, my love,
who my importance down to earth did throw.
On cobblestone impatiently I thread.
What if the walk I was aware, instead.

My footsteps heavily tread winding path.
My mind, though, mingles with the aftermath.
If hearts entwined in such a fine embrace,
I should find solace in this sacred space.

Perhaps the heavens cradle our dreams,
as we go through life’s intricate made seams.
With every step on our cobblestone
we find the strength in love, not there alone.

NOTE :

This poem is referred to on the blog hop of dVerse
| here |.

Sparkling Night

Vaksinius ® · Sparkling Night (*)

I take my beauty by the hand.
Together, now, we’ll walk the strand.
It’s night, the sun is gone for moon
to show, and it will this walk tune.

How are you, she asks, are you well?
Quite well, my beauty, I will tell,
I say, as I walk beside you.
That is what us aside will do.

It’s night, she says, are you afraid?
No way, I say, the future laid
by love, and not by vision damned.
Remember, here today we swam.

I know I’ve got her smiling, she
looks at me, just to set me free.
This night of day, she says, will it
be making day, so just a bit?

Oh’ dear, I say, give me a kiss.
She does, and I say, this the bliss,
tomorrow will be beautiful,
of this night of a wonder full.

NOTE :

This poem is referred to on the blog hop of dVerse
| here |.

The Flower

There are flowers in red, blue and white.
And in purple, as if such could bite.
There was never a flower in black,
even though any flower must lack.

Why are wildflowers better than men?
And why do they not rule the earth, when?

NOTE :

This poem is referred to on the blog hop of dVerse
| here |.
The prompt calls for a "quadrille", which it says is a poem of 44 words of length.