Joseph Jony Charles is from the Caribbean. He currently resides in the Fresno county with his family. He likes the San Juoquin Valley for its variety of plants, fruit trees, landscapes and people
Way up in the mountains
It comes down in droplets
In the Sierra Summit, snow hangs on pine trees branches
Snow falls on top of our heads too
Not far from The Central San Joaquin Valley
where pine trees still grow tall
On the high rocks, cliffs and branches falls snow
It drops from above in white
"Like rain, but solid rain," daddy and mommy once said
For many days and nights until it piles up
The wind blows and it crashes, scaring large and small creatures
In search of food, squirrels come out and hop around
We trace their footsteps while watching our picnic tables
It spreads and reaches everywhere
In the snow, we play, eat, run, laugh and slide
Snow is a lot of fun ‘cause it snows for me too.
From the hilltop down to the prairies
I strive to reach a higher ground
Home sweet home is where I belong
Through the wild burning flames of the West,
Rise up! Break free of your shackles!
I perceive the dawn of a radiant day
Through the scattered perfume of the Bougainvillea
And the rich fragrance of the tropical fruits
I swim in eternal ecstasy and euphoria
Home is where my soul dwells and finds sustenance
Far away on the horizon, I see a flicker of hope
The foaming waves of the Caribbean ocean continue to crash on the shores
Chasing your footprints on the sandy beach
With a thick background of foliage and whistling coconut trees
Startled, I wake up locked up in your tender arms
Yet "Behind mountains are more mountains"
In the South sits a majestic mount
The West is the place of new frontiers
From the drive of our hearts
We can only walk from conquests to conquests
The terrifying energy of quakes and volcanoes,
And the transforming power of hurricanes,
My faith remains unshaken and gazes upon the peak of the mountain
The race to tame our inner fears is worth running
‘Cause at the end of our lives, the rewards will be much greater
Go ahead! Boldly take the road to freedom!
The soothing breeze from the ocean continues to blow
Rejoice and stay in awe
Before these magnificent landscapes and seascapes
Mother Nature, home sweet home, I love you always!
I love the smell of my garden's flower
The wind blows and carries it away
To the delight of more than one
Deep into the jungle of human hearts
Many smell experts trek and comb
The most remote places of the rainforest
In South America, The Caribbean Islands,
Costa Rica, Mexico, Holland and the U.S.A.,
They search for that unique scent of the wild
To transform, process and tame
Civilization must continue its course
No time and no resource to waste
Oh! How I miss the delicate smell of my garden's flower
That I selected among many others, nurtured
Planted, watered, caressed and loved!
Oh! Exotic flower, how I miss you!
My absence will not wither your splendid blossoms
May the rains of early Spring pour down
And the captive clouds above banish for ever
Then the liberating sun will shine
On your face until it reaches and kisses your strong roots
Garden of my youth, flower of my garden
Red Rose, Iris, Kat,
Embraced by the light
From above she shines
And illuminates our dark paths
Far, very far away from men's grasp
She reigns in eternal command
Over our life's and heart's
Most hidden and unexpressed desires
She pierces, reaches and touches
The most remote corners of our soul
Oh! What a strong embrace!
Just like the one a drowning person
Feels when whipped by life's waves of despair and torment
Just like the one Penelope would feel
If her lover came back on time
Shakespeare attempted to fathom her
In Romeo and Juliet
She consumes and regenerates everyone
Who comes in contact with her
If only we stopped to think
Then we would see how wide-open
And stretched her arms are
She is begging: Come and find rest
Under my protection and peace
My light won't extinguish till you decide
She will never vanish and dim
She is eternal and rejuvenating
Long is the road, but patient she is
Just like the stars shine above
The ocean waves, in unison, hit the shores of our hearts
And sing and whisper in our ears
The marvelous choruses we want to hear
We gaze upon the horizon
There, we perceive the inviting light
That will shine the paths
Of those lost in a world of disillusions
False dreams, hatred and suffering
But to those who believe in the power of true love
And to those who are bathed
In the submerging river of the light
I'll say: "Faithful one, it is time
To rejoice and celebrate our triumph
Once and for all
In a crescendo and with a symphony-like harmony,
In the background, a purplish sky covered with rainbow-looking and
Two line skaters, one young and the other old enough to be a grandfather
The waves of the ocean faithfully caress the seashores
To the delight of the fun-seeking tourists, beach bums,
Traditional sea-goers, and week-end artists
Whose craft and meticulous works are displayed
On the green under the umbrella of tall and beautiful palm trees.
fast-moving clouds
Blends in with the layers of the tall mountains overlooking the city pier
Life goes on with its ups and downs; the sun plays hide-and-seek
Santa Barbara is an idyllic port town
Long ago made famous for her natural beauty and world wide soap operas
Dynasty is synonymous with Santa Barbara's latest and ever-changing lifestyles
Of her proud and mobile inhabitants
File through the crowd with such a delicate finesse and cadence;
They swish by a neophyte couple with a toddler in a state-of-the-art baby
stroller
Nearby, against the trunk and shade of a generous palm tree sits and enters
in session
The congress of Santa Barbara City Beach Bums
Their agenda for the meeting is: "Privileged Status and Potential Health
Benefits
Of Being Beach Bums in a Great City."
Silence reigns. The congressmen and women gaze over the sea line
And horizon for a long time
In the meantime, life and entertainment continue.
Occupied by four teenagers, a red Toyota 4 Runner slowly passes by.
The driver slaps the horn.
Driving a Volvo, an acquaintance waves back hello and good-bye.
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