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    Punching the Moon

    There are delving days when the ink blue sea whispers to me
    in a sexy voice, “Come over here boy, and give me a kiss.”
    “Hell no girl! I am not easy like that! Anyway, I have
    too much to do.”

    I want to get cashy and swagger with America,
    drunk with England on cool draft lager,
    dine with France on her clean white linens with shining silver,
    then turn to Italy, her eyes of tawny pools, and say,
    “You and I are going dancing with Brazil.
    We’ll splash across the Atlantic and
    samba all night!”

    Some days I feel like punching the moon out of sight,
    swatting down the stars,
    pouring the oceans down the drain,
    and switching off the sun.

    There are nights when the skies thunder with revelry and streak
    with disco lightning and the rain drinks champagne
    and mother nature, with her thousand Arabic pleasures,
    sways over to me slow thighed….
    But I’ve got to finish the laundry now – I’ve got a ton of it to do.









    (i enjoyed writing this one)

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    Enjoyed this poem... your bold last stanza beginning with "There are nights when the skies thunder with revelry and streak
    with disco lightning and the rain drinks champagne
    and mother nature, with her thousand Arabic pleasures,
    sways over to me slow thighed…." and ending with mundane reality a nice touch.

    Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
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    what if I were to bare my soul
    would you see me origami

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    Quote Originally Posted by tailor STATELY View Post
    Enjoyed this poem... your bold last stanza beginning with "There are nights when the skies thunder with revelry and streak
    with disco lightning and the rain drinks champagne
    and mother nature, with her thousand Arabic pleasures,
    sways over to me slow thighed…." and ending with mundane reality a nice touch.

    Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
    tailor
    Thanks!

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