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 by  Sharon Rothenfluch Cooper 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".  Sharon Rothenfluch Cooper  MY SYMPHONY also by Sharon Rothenfluch Cooper 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. by: Sharon Rothenfluch Cooper

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 by Angela Contino Donshes

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. by Gaz Martin              In My Mind's Eyeby   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. Gavin Joachims