Whet thy whistle and cherish

soft peaks of life

swing from frayed ropes

dangle from hot tin roofs

tap wild bare feet

Whet thy whistle and savor

horses trotting on old brick roads

black eyed sunflowers bending

spirits hiding in gray mist

rushing wind on blushed ears

Whet thy whistle and witness

feverish tracks of strewn rocks

fingers rustling on silken grass

fingernail moons and froggy leaps

sun dances in waving winds

Whet thy whistle and listen

warm breeze piping

wetness whispers of wind

waving palms mid azure skies

thousands of tales murmuring

WANDER AT THE EDGE OF LIFE WITH EARTH AT YOUR FEET

I love

when

you're pulling

up behind:

the headlights

of our eyes

remind me;

that scene

in the 

rear view 

mirror's

like at an

old drivein theater,

our antiquated drama 

animated over

silver screen

and amphitheatres...

scripted sheets

slipping from 

the wheel

again

and

fortune's

yet to roll

out its lot

to showoff

tokens held

in ransom

for what

they are

and what

we thought

#youdoknowhowtowhistle? #challenge

Two things. Ruled the roost. When I stepped into puberty’s boots. But with the pen I always carried. Humbly.

Captured was this magic. Though I often Stumbled. Fumbling

So writing the ship. Was righted say...

Under lash and whip. Of my grammar correctors. Interjected snide quips.

As I digress into desk. A tardy Bell enters. Late confessed. Day dreamy into this note I slip.

Inked things. Sins? Tall drinks of water. A tsunami of Umami. Ooh mommies making me grin. I’m all in.

Lacking lucidity. I’m riddled see. With.

Rumors of tubular nooners. By those cutting classes. Foray’s into illuminating seas.

To see the? Unemployed? Self absorbed?

Consensual‘s cavitation. Symbiotic’s salivating.

Over ordinarily oblique caverns towards which they’re gravitating.

Sex waxed up surfers caught up by these? Tractor beams. Rapture seams. Lubed up by SPF lotions and creams. Can’t resist the urge to dive into...

Moist caverns careening towards release of. The last gasp of Mother Earth’s energy. Before bodies are left looking spent. On the beach.

BREATH!!! Breach achieved ones. Can’t hide their smiles so wide. Having fulfilled their wildest needs. Passing out pleased.

Ripe dreams. Dawned unto thee in daylight. Sight unseen. Applauded or Fought over. By all fans of....

Life. Liberty. And lascivious deeds.

“Pocket” poetry played out in note from me.(RamonELCamino) Lip service due such proper pairings of ? Surfer & Sea, You and Me? Young or Old.

All riders. Racing celestials. Thru our Milky Way Galaxy. My hats off to you. As well as the Sea. I hope you share this continuity.

Thinks welling over. Spilled out on the page.

Wet thy whistle

Seize the day

'Fore shadows fall

And catch the prey

When Sun lays down

Into its grave

Upon the ocean's

Sapphire waves

Wet thy whistle

Freely drink

Of crystal waters

From the springs

Of heaven's rain

Upon the soil

Softened heart

From whence you toil

Wet thy whistle

Joy for life

A spring that wells

From deep inside

That never dries

And tastes of sweet

That's shaded by

The arbored trees

Wet thy whistle

Offer, fresh

To others found,

Athirst; do quench

And shade them;

Hope, the branch and thistles

A canopy

'Til wet's their whistle