were lost,
smitten for good
cheated from playing the
field for nought or ever for oft
a deal
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were lost,
smitten for good
cheated from playing the
field for nought or ever for oft
a deal
ooops! ya beat me!
the reeds
they gently sway
the frog peeks through and laughs
the fireflies tell where he is though
you're it!
purring,
so alluring,
must you be demurring,
if so, I will be deferring,
surly
now what do I do....!? I don't have three in me right now.
A deal
to make one squeal,
free gas for a whole year,
all you have to do is drive here,
go south
You're it!
So come find me,
but you'll have to climb high,
to the top of the tallest tree,
catch me
catch me
in pearlescent
shadows of spring's glory
swing me beneath tall oaken boughs
softly
softly
the wind whispered
something in rose's ears
all the garden began to swing
with joy!
with joy
and hand in hand
skipping gaily to the school
they grow up so fast, and we must
let go
let go
he's just a kid
what if he whacked you on
your shoulder under impulse of
touching
touching
is an art form
conveying tenderness.
fingers the brushes and skin the
canvas.
canvas,
such emptiness
and now the colors dance
imagination is painted
wonder.
I love yours, ampoule-adorable. And apparently you did have three in you, firefangled-brilliantly done-you have set the bar. All of these on this page are so good I think they could be anthologized or published or something!
wonder
at the unmixed
emotion and at the
unexpected regard in your
child's eyes
child's eyes
gaze with wonder
at this world we take for
granted. an innocence we must
protect.
protect
your eyes form the
glare of burning rays of
sun by wearing cool glasses of
moon light!
moonlight
skitters across
the floor, onto the bed
and across my face as i wait
for what?
for what?
Please don't ask me;
it's your own life and world
live the way as you may prefer
to have
to have
art lodged in my
soul incite a riot
of incendiary color
banquet
banquet
in your honor
I'll hold every year
Oh, my fat hen keep laying eggs
golden!
Golden
aspen hillside,
your Winter masquerade,
Colorado, I can hear you
whisper
whisper
stay awake while
we remember back, once,
to that time I didn't miss you...
kiss me
Kiss me
before my dream
ends, before I wake to
the reality of being
alone.
alone
in this deepened
mystery....wait for what?
a ripe plum, a finished novel,
and you
and you,
you'll never see
how much this means to me...
open your eyes and look at me,
happy
happy
and expectant
knowing the best years are
still ahead and preparing my
best smile
Best smile --
reflecting warmth
of a loving heart. A
heart all should aspire to have -- sans
malice.
malice
in a teacup
over-steeped, stain-darkened,
leaving a dark slash of anger
on lips
On lips,
shine the moistures
of passion or raindrops,
the red drop that says danger or
submit
submit
within seascapes
give up all to the crash
of waves -- monuments to the night's
fury
Fury
becons me, as
a moth to love's flame. For
if not embraced, I'll not have lived
at all.
at all
having nothing
to say a lark appeared
from the sky then a rapture from
the heart
the heart
is about the
stupidest mother ****ing
organ our lovely body
has made
has made
the brain a pawn,
with its steady druming,
pretzel feelings, mustard tongue
lip lick
Lip Lick
the Bonobo
monkey, flung banana
peels wearing rocket underwear
in space.
in space
there is no time
no time for regret
no time for love, hate or remorse
pity
pity,
stuff of reprieves,
love in a cancelled cheque
speaks for itself to the partner
in crime
in crime,
perpetrators
get away every day,
there is no justice, there is no
revenge
revenge
solace to tears
placater of my fears
my former owner, you I veer
afraid
afraid
of the next breath
that leaves your mouth, a guess,
replete anticipation of
spoken word
Spoken
word, broken words,
do we do words justice?
Enjoy them as tools to create
beauty.