Sunday, July 19, 2020

Rainy Day Beach



Sandy sand painted grey.
Footprints in sunken relief.
Sculpt a castle in clay.
Its stay ever so brief.

A tempered color is of the day.
Overcast in a Warm Grey dye.
A tepid rain, Nature’s tropic way.
Where shore meets surf
and surf meets sky.

Wind and water buffet
my face and feet.
Solitude as one with the Sea.
I walk in the surf ankle deep.
As my Soul is filled with glee.

Stonewall Beach remains gay,
with tides lo and hi.
All I do this day, is view it
through a poet’s eye.

©TPuma/MMXX



Saturday, July 11, 2020

Stonewall Beach



 It’s a cozy niche
where I met my beau.
At Gay Stonewall Beach
on the shores of Pompano.

This geometric sculpt
kissed by sub-tropic waters.
Conceived by Mr. Kulp
for his sons and daughters.

A Gay flag was seen,
to stake a claim.
That this spot would gleam,
with an iconic name.

See you there soon,
with a good vibe.
There is always a happy tune,
sung from tide-to-tide.

©TPuma/MMXX






Sunday, July 5, 2020

OMENS(?)









Amid fireworks celebrating
the Fourth of July,
thunderstorms reigned
over the skies.

Streaks of Florida’s lighting
knifed the ground.
Thunder shaking the body
like no Cherry Bomb could.

The heavens in disarray,
as Roman Candles asked
for a reprieve.

Why would the gods
crash our party?

©TPuma-7/4/2020

Saturday, June 20, 2020

H6-20b

In the theatre
of my mind,
only the Ghost-light
is lit.

H6-20-a

The Sub-Tropic rain
beats a somnolent
melody on the Porte-cochere.

Wednesday, April 22, 2020

Q-Time



Butterflies flitting around
the drooping fronds of a Palm tree.
(Mating season?)

Ducks skirting on the mirrored lake:
They fly, they walk, they swim.
(Amazing)

The resident murder of Crows
are jubilant as ever.
(Survivors)

Lake low. (Drought)
Energy low. (Bored)
Virus, viral, vulnerable. (Vita)

Alone on the Lanai
basking in the sun.
(Heat-good?)

Shuttered neighborhood.
(Shut-ins)

Waves of days mark,
“The Class of 1960.”

©TP/MMXX

Friday, November 1, 2019

Dog-Day Halloween





Dog-Day Halloween

Simon was nervous.

Each time a rap on the door
or a chiming bell was heard.
He would jump-up to see
what the fuss was for.

Answered amid qualms
to reveal this calamity.
A cacophony of costumes
pleading for sweet alms.

Vocal threats
of tricks if no treats.
Ransom paid with candy,
no regrets.

This Autumnal event to bring
smiles and Spirits alive.
So, lights-on, to welcome
dark apparitions with each ring.

An eventful day and night
as Simon is calmed to sleep.
He is barked-out on this
once a year fright

©TPuma:10/31/19.