CLOUD NINE AVENUE

PHOTO BY UNSPLASH

This must be the corner of paradise,
Where heavenly angels roam.
Rhinestone glare extends,
From the greenest of grass,
Near a sapphire enriched sky.
Trees boasts a geranium red,
Foliage undulate from wispy winds,
In simultaneous fashion,
With the spherical radiance,
Of the setting sun…
A pathway meticulously landscaped,
In the awe of amethyst,
Befitting the touch ,
Of a king’s mantle.
Fertile ground comes alive,
Resonant sound of,
A musical harp embedded,
Into the mountainous valley.
Vibration combines with,
Onset of twilight,
And departure of a violet haze,
Amidst lone star’s greeting.
Blanket of jubilance,
Awaits the wandering nomad.
To lay carefree upon,
Basking in the glory of,
True perfection.
Peacefulness resides here…

(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2021.

THE ICE CREAM TRUCK

LISTEN,
LISTEN PLEASE,
THERE IS A SOUND.
WHICH WAY IS IT FOUND?
I HEAR THE MUSIC PLAY,
ICE CREAM TRUCK IS ON ITS WAY!
HURRY,
HURRY PLEASE,
YOUR FLAVORS SWEET,
GREAT FOR TORRID HEAT.
I HEAR THE MUSIC PLAY,
ICE CREAM TRUCK  IS ON ITS WAY!


WAFFLES,
WAFFLES PLEASE,
CONES WITH A CRUNCH,
WITH SPRINKLES TO MUNCH.
I HEAR THE MUSIC PLAY,
ICE CREAM TRUCK PARKED HERE TODAY!
LOLLIES,
LOLLIES PLEASE,
GREEN IS FOR ME,
AND COTTON CANDY.
I HEAR THE MUSIC PLAY
ICE CREAM TRUCK PARKED HERE TODAY!
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