Hello 2018!

What better way to end

the first day of 2018

with this ball of fire in the sky

this side of SoCal.

-January 1st, Twenty Eighteen

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Shower of Whispers

​You speak in whisper-

Loud words in soft voice

As the winds sing in tune

With your face all aglow.
Chimes join the chorus

As tiny drops of rain

Gently hit your skin…

My skin glimmers with yours.
The joy you bring;

The love you share;

Is that magic all over again

Each time you come near me?

Living in L.A.

Need I say more? Sigh…

Skid Row

How can I ignore (when)

Out in the streets,

Many remain without a home?

Each tent

Lives a man

Encaved in hope (that)

Someday he’ll make it and

Survive.

 

 

 

Terms of Endearment

 

“Hello, Baby Doll!”

Out in the open they greet

Moans in between their yellow teeth.

Each time I walk to work,

“Lady love,” they yell and smirk.

Endearing but I got no time to play.

“Sweetheart,” they say.

So goes my day.

 

 

 

LA Sprinkles

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I feel.. I hear… I see…

Droplets of cold water from the sky

On a cold breezy autumn morn

Tickling my short curly hair

As I drive by two rows of  wet palm trees.

 

Lost Angels, I call my city.

As people walk fast, hoodies put on,

Greeting each other, “Cold morning to you.”

I bow my head from the house to the car

My hands shaking opening the door…

Seldom does it rain this side of the city

But this morning is just full of His glory.

Cold Morning to you!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Momentary Adieu

Heart this heavy,

eyes get teary

as I sigh and take pity

leaving LA, my beloved city.

Off I go to drive new axles

to scatter more magic sprinkles,

to flaunt creative miracles,

to chant upbeat canticles.

I pray I succeed.

I hope to do some good deed.

~RaineFairy