Mwen ka Bay Yo Pan By Mary G

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

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

Fractions to decimals part2

Fractions To Decimals

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

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