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I Want Your SEEDS
**”And his name was Jack”**
No one perceives what abides above the clouds.
A giant, a harp, maybe golden eggs.
I demand to see and feel, before I believe.
A castle, a dream…. I want the magic beans!!!
I’m the daughter of a farmer.
I have a donkey to ride, a story to tell.
“Jack and the Beanstalk”; my favorite tale.

Once upon, a morbid dawn.
I inhale a tiny simple yawn~ I levitate like the sun.
I head out the door, towards the markets shore.
I grabbed my ass to stroll along the open path.
My shoes aim out to the nearest creek.
My ass and I desired a drink.
There I saw an old Englishman, sitting on a log.
It looked as if time was approaching his brink.
In his hand, he had a sack.
A bag, a bag, embroil of ivory and black.
His eyes were not from this ground.
His body fragile, he uttered a moaning sound.
He was of dirt.
I was pure.
He pledged his life to me.
I debated…. with many thoughts,
Although his eyes…
My eyes… Will never meet again.
I want what is in the bag!
He said, “I’ll give you anything for that ass.
My legs and bones can’t hold up on their own, no more!”
I knelt down to where he sat.
Smelling his essence of rot.
I reached forward and grabbed his only baggage.
He said, “This bag is all I got!”

I answered, “And this sir is a fine ass.”
He replied, “I have no cash.”
Scowling at him, “No I want your demon seeds!”
How my blood grew thin…
Inhaling and exhaling out his sin…
The old man all shriveled and timeworn,
Propose the birthright of the seeds.
Yes, plant them! Plant them…
I cried excitedly!
He pats the field.
Said there I am done.
Now clock as it expands.

To breed this story short…
He dispense his seeds.

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Sweet dreams are found, in the purple sheen
Of a lady's skin, where egg and seed convene

On the darkest night, or upon a foggy shore
Moon, stars guide you, to where Angels soar

Earths sky's the canvas, for thoughts to explore
Without obligatory words, you can create the decor

Find sweet dreams, passion and lust will overwhelm
Choose your words carefully, as your taking the helm

As you Paint your thoughts, in words, time can't erase
Bodies and souls will entwine, a willing lovers embrace

Moon sinks into earth's horizon, as your picture's seen
The formula for sweet dreams, is at the geometric mean

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  1. Date: 9/19/2013 6:15:00 PM
    this is a very descriptive poem full of imagery and imagination. keeps the reader enthralled. nice job

  1. Date: 6/6/2013 10:23:00 PM
    Hello Tom, it was an honor seeing your name and poem on my winning list. Congratulations!!! :-) very dreamy --what I was looking for when it comes to night themes. always & forever Linda.... Goodnight