Last Farewell

 

Here I watch you walk away
At the ending of our last day
So many things my heart would say
If only you were able to stay

Instead with you I will send
All the care for you, my friend
Your memory in my heart I’ll tend
Now we have passed this bitter end

Be there cloudy or sunny skies
Ever they’ll remind me your eyes
And ever I’ll watch for the signs
That you still wander in my life

So go now friend be always free
And may you smile at the thought of me
As I will smile at the memory
Of our times together, so carefree

©Aarron Mondello
25/3/2018

 

Bad words

Bad words

Bad words infesting
The blood digesting
The taint of intended sting

The heart repenting
While the ego’s resenting
And a space grows within

A bond despoiled
By words that boiled
Tinged with societal vanity

A union maimed
Torn in twain
In just a moment of insanity

©Aarron Mondello
23/3/2018

 

The Sun-kissed Man

 

No breeze to blow this stifling heat
No shade to break the sun
No drop of gin to wet the whistle
Until the day is done

No barricade from flinging grit
Kicked up by him in lead
As dirt and dust flung far and wide
By a madly galloping stead

No way to dodge the shifting winds
Painting him red and black
With the sands of the desert lands
That surround his run down shack

Sweat trickling race tracks down his skin
Forging clean lines through the dirt
Plastering sodden to his back
The red checkered flanno shirt

A water skin hangs full and sloshing
Tied about a dusty waist
Tepid and warm but still refreshing
When the rider has a taste

No respite from aching muscles
No reprieve from red hot sand
No real want to escape his life
Has this harshly sun kissed man

©Aarron Mondello
21/3/2018

 

Garden of life

 

In the garden where flowers grow
Planted are the seeds of life
Mother Nature can best show
Harmony in perfect strife

In every bending leaf and branch
In every fading flower
In beads of water on the sand
After every little shower

In every ray of summer sun
In every gasp of winters breath
In every sound of springtime fun
In autumns lambent death

In the garden where flowers grow
Bare witness to her magic
Through the seasons her wonder flows
Beautiful and tragic

©Aarron Mondello
14/3/2018

 

My Sleeping Loves

 

I see them sleeping peaceful
No lines upon their face
Features set blissful
Nowhere any trace
Can be found of stress
Or any heart sore care
When deep within their rest
None can touch them there
When one I love sleeps sound
Lost in a world of dreams
Affection swells profound
Bursting at the seams
And I see the true beauty
Of a soul travelling free
I feel it is my duty
To protect them in their dreams

©Aarron Mondello
15/3/2018

 

Spilled out of a Pen

 

I like to tell the tales
That come into my head
With pen, ink and typed out text
Or pencils filled with lead

I try to paint a picture
With words, what’s in my mind
And lay open my universe
To see what others find

I’d like you to come with me
I invite you free inside
I hope you accept
And for a time reside

Walk the lonely hallways
Traverse the magic lands
Fly through the far off skies
In dark forests I beg you stand

Ride to war with princes
See a mind of darkened thoughts
Walk a road to market towns
And witness battles that I fought

All that I have written
Comes from deep within
All my facts and fictions
Spilled out of a pen

©Aarron Mondello
16/3/2018

 

Embrace of the Night

 

I feel the cool nights peaceful embrace
Ethereal arms wrapped about me
A breeze like gentle kisses caress
What skin I have laid bare
And under the smile of a full moon bright
His light piercing my every fiber
Standing as a statue carved in crystal
You’ll always find me there

Wrapped in the nights cool embrace.

©Aarron Mondello
14/3/2018

 

Summer Girl

Sitting thinking Summer Girl
What thoughts twirl through your mind?
Before you lies the entire world
What wonders will you find?

I see you hiding Summer Child
For you shine bright as day
With your spreading laughter tinkling mild
What do your smiles say?

I see you smiling Summer woman
My heart like you is growing
I’ll watch you like a strong rose blossom
And see the Summer Girl still showing

©Aarron Mondello
11/3/3018

 

Human Waste

 

Reek and refuse
Vile aroma
A stench fit to
Induce a coma
Trash and rubbish
Line the streets
A midden heap
Of human feet
Tramping filth
With every step
Polluting the air
With every breathe
To rot and ruin
Has gone man
It’s almost more
Than I can stand
To see the scowls
On every face
In every park
In every place
Like no-one left
Knows how to smile
Reek and refuse
Demeanor vile

©Aarron Mondello
7/3/2018