Friday, 19 October 2012

MY LOVE A SURFER (Poem)


MY LOVE A SURFER

My love a body, riding your heart
To master your love, I drive each wave
Thrust on billows, passion I enslave
Slide through hollows, under blankets of foam
Coils of blue and green, encircle me
My love journeys upon your heat’s swells
The upsurge muscles I dominate
Surf tides of love, the captain of your heart
Against currents, I glide every roller
On leafy breakers, I stand like a commander
Cardiac stream undulates, with every ripple
My love manoeuvres ridges all through the day
Until twilight, on the sand, your heart will stay
                                                                 
                                                      By Dwayne Lubin

Tuesday, 9 October 2012

A Lover's Impression(Poem)


A LOVER’S IMPRESSION  

Beauty is in the eyes of the seeker
Beauty dwells within like the setting sun
Love has no eyes, eyes for the beholder
From the blossom of an art love is born
Of what I see is no material
I reach out to what seems intangible
I see the unseen through pictorial
A scene from a love metaphor, subtle
My epitome to show what inside is
An abstract drawing is my epithet
I pray for this hour on my sore knees
Beauty and love depict in a sunset

                                                    By Dwayne Lubin

Sunday, 29 April 2012

TWILIGHT MY PAINTER


TWILIGHT MY PAINTER

Professional on land, twilight an artist
Crouched on the sand, the seascape his masterpiece
Beyond the horizon stood his black easel
From the shore, arms with lighted brushes dangle
His pools of pigment, all the shades of yellow
Hovering brushes, on the skyline he throws
Dripping bristles of light, after every go
Lakes of ivory, cream, jasmine on palette
Saffron and gold is his sea, chrome his sunset
With a chant, melody of cheerful waves
Portrayal of evening, before him, he engraves
He works into a gaze, at a lemon pose
When it’s night his mother calls, the painter goes
The picture down, covered in a cloth of black
It will rise tomorrow, when twilight is back.

                                                          By Dwayne Lubin

Sunday, 15 April 2012

TWILIGHT IS BLOND (Poem)

TWILIGHT IS BLOND

She sits on the horizon knitting
Knitwear the golden leafage sea shining
A sea fabric of sequins polished
Interlocked loops with her silver needles
With a yellow yarn wound her spools
Her strings of golden hair rays of bright light
Wiggling through the wind, stretching to land
Her song the cry of seagulls hovering
Her apparel of yellow she wears
With jewellery of gold she always keeps
Embroidery, the love she unfolds
When knitting is over, she lies to rest
Descending the horizon, her lodge


                                                   By Dwayne Lubin

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