MomzillaNC: OBX

01 November 2017

North Carolina Home Sweet Home

North Carolina images from mountain to shore

North Carolina Home Sweet Home
An homage to the North Carolina I’ve always known

Awake to a painted morning sky

Filled w’scent of magnolia and Carolina pine

Reveling in a sun-drenched landscape

Of blossoming hydrangea and myrtle, crape

With azalea blossoms and fragrant rose

Wild jasmine and hyacinth perfume kiss th’nose.

Climbing honeysuckle n’bumblebees

‘Neath sheltering oak and towering maple trees

Mountain to coast steeped in mythic lore

Where ev’ry native road leads to the shore

From homes of native red earthy brick.

A gentle, misty Southern wisdom flows thick

Wreathes the Grandfather’s Mountain spaces

Teaching unspoken lessons for the ages

Life is not hurrying – but sav’ring

In this place… this home ever unwavering

God-kissed from misty mountain to roiling shore

This North Carolina home sweet home we adore.

D. Denise Dianaty

Pick up your own copy of my first book of poetry, entitled My Life In Poetry at D. Denise Dianaty

06 February 2015

Poem: "I Remember…"

Ahhh… the things that fire the imagination along the shores of North Carolina's OBX (outer banks)…

I Remember…

I remember…

Sunsets on the beach

where walked Edward Teach

Watching th' far horizon

Rolling seas t’keep your eyes on

Where Spotswood’s Maynard dread

took Black Beard’s pirate head.

I remember…

Dancing in the surf 'pon th' shore

Where rumored Stede Bonnet trod of yore

Fancied him the Gentleman Pirate

When fell to Black Beard’s cunning t'was irate,

Reinvented for revenge t’was Cap'n Thomas

Brought low, hung high by Cap'n Will Rhet’s promise.

I remember…

Sailing past Money Isle of William Kidd

where buried his treasure some say he did

Digging in the sand for treasure

All in all for a day’s leisure

Cap’n Kidd ran afoul his crew’s greed

T’was hanged high by politic’s creed

I remember…

Parties into the night t'would roll on

Where Charles Vane decried the king’s pardon,

Threw in his lot with Teach,

Himself partied ‘pon the beach

Finally felled when t'hurricane beached him,

Laid prey to rescued recognition’s whim

I remember…

The rocking, rolling fishing boat

In Ocracoke Inlet, Outer Banks moat.

John Rackham, th' peacock Calico Jack romanced

Anne Bonney ‘neath Jolly Roger’s laughin’ skull danced

Till cowardly hidden below, left love to fight

Pick up your own copy of my first book of poetry at My Life In Poetry