Together the Owl and the PusyCat were married
Then again sailed out over the deep blue seas
Searching forever for the great Land of Nod,
To the place where they could find true peace.
True peace, true peace… Where they could find true peace.
The love that twined forever within their hearts
They sought throughout all the wonderous lands
Going to the place where they would live in peace,
A place where true peace, rules and lives in the hearts of the land.
The land, the land… Where true peace lives in the heart of the land.
Alas, the love of the heart, though truly not easy to find…
Is easier to find than the love of peace, found throughout the land.
So it’s said they will continue to sail, until that day comes true,
And when they land for the final time, will be up to me and you.
Me and you, me and you… That day will be up to me and you.
Even though you sit so close to me
Seems together happy we could never be
As hard I try to get you close
I get pricked by the thorn of the stem of a rose
Your tear drop feels like a thousand pins
I’d rather burn to ashes for my countless sins
You’re a Lily on the water, to get you I try
But as soon as I come close, the pond runs dry
Try as much I would never understand
The pain you feel as i leave your hand
I want to tell you that every moment I miss
The love that we had at the time of our first kiss
I hope that someday will surely come
When our love will every strife overcome
I hope that someday our hearts will surely meet
Till then like the crescent moon I’ll remain incomplete
Trust, Was A Bridge, Between Us
Now, Blown To Bits and Dust !
Scattered Upon Waters of Fear
Too Far Down, To Bring Near
Trust, Was The Bridge, Between Us
Tottering and Unsafe, Due To Rust
Its Base, Was Sinking and Cracked
Cables Snapped, No Getting Back !
Trust, Was A Bridge, Between Us
Used To Stand-Up To Raging Gusts !
We Could Cross Over To Either Side
Hold Onto The Girders … And Stride
Trust, Was The Bridge, Between Us
Repairing It Now … Is A Bust !
So, Can This RelationShip, Sail To Both Shoals
Build A New Bridge, With A Higher Toll ?
… Trust … Is A Bridge, Between Us
Guard It Well … This Time, Is A Must …
Mama and Daddy was always Love-Dovey
She is His Sweetheart – He is Her Honey
First Love… Real Love - Forever True
Pa… I Pray to find A Man Like You…
Daddy Laughed and Put His Arm Round My Shoulder
And Said, “I’ll Tell You Somethin’, Now You’re Older
It’s got to do with Your Mother’s Fame
And Why I gave Her, The Nickname…
… Boot-Legged Mama
Blue-jean Shorts and Vintage Tony Lama
Walked thru the Door… of A Liquor Store
… Packaged so Pretty… Pa Just had to Pour
… Boot-Legged Mama
Ma… Was there, to get 6-packs for A Party…
Pa… Was there, ‘cause of a Taste for Bacardi
He took One Look and Knew He Couldn’t Waste Her
Pa… Gave-up ‘Drank’… Just so He Could Chase her !
Dad, Said, ‘He’d Drowned in Dark-Eyes and Sweet-Aroma
Fine-Wine, Crystal… But Tuff’ Nuff’ to Down-Drama
Pa Claims, Mama’s Labeled by the F.D.A.
And Listed on Her Driver’s License is, A.K.A. …
… Boot-Legged Mama
Genuine Woman, Who Made Him Wanna’
Take Her to be His Lawful Moonshine
… Married at Midnight – ‘cross The County-Line
… Boot-Legged Mama
Alcohol’s in Trauma; and Prohibition Told Her:
"Boot-Legged Mama… Done Drove Pa Sober !"
Now, Homemade-Hooch… is His Acquired Taste
180 Proof… Kicked All Over His Case !
Right Then, Mama Flowed into The Room
Pa, Teased and Said, “Still Full-Bodied and Perfumed !
Ma Hugged Us, then Handed Me – Old Boots and A Dress…
(and good advice)… “Go Git’ My Elliot Ness…
… and be a Boot-Legged Mama!
( Hey !... Did I Hear Somebody, In A Country Drawl ….
Order Up A Bottle of Kicking Alcohol !
Well, Here She Is… Y'all ! ...
Boot-Legged Mama ….
Well John (Moses) Freeman... You Said You Needed
Somethin' :) to Read tonight, before kicking up your
heels... Well, Here It Is (Have Fun - Son)
(Thank You For All Your Wonderful Comments
Now, I Can't Get Thru The Door for My Ego.. (Smile)
Oh to be just a friend
To laugh, joke and play with you
Is not something
I know how to do
Oh how I wish it were
For it’d sure eliminate
All this pain I feel
Sometimes it happens
That starting off fun
Turns into something real
And what was meant to make you laugh
Turns into tears
That seem to take
Life’s breath away
Leaving you to feel
Like there’s so much left to say
If only this, if only that
If I only could, if you only would
So many tricks of the mind
As we try to find
Justification for holding on
To what should be freed
So we can move on
Yet we hold out hope
In each accidental hello
That tides will turn
Though they have long washed away
It’s just the way of life
And how love burns
Until we learn
The difference in what we feel
And that which is real
MARRIAGE SEX AND ROMANCE
“Some other time, I’m not in the mood
Why cant we just cuddle and watch TV”?
When couples drift into the celibate zone
It’s not long till someone will flee.
Sexual fulfillment helps preserve love,
Parenthood, marriage and self-esteem.
Those who maintain it avoid saying no
To be blessed by its pleasure and gleam.
While dating we tend to be more romantic
Putting forth the best of our charms.
Sharing dinners, long walks, and lustful weekends
As we spend more time in each others arms.
How many times have you said “not tonight”?
Exposing your happy home to harm.
Today’s crushing deadlines leave little time for love
Leaving partners with sorrow, sadness and alarm.
So share one another with red wine and time
Dial your own number and leave the phone off the hook.
Enjoy some romance, sex and laughter
Improving your mood and the way you look.
By Tom Zart
I can't hear the words as they come from my mouth
I can't hear the screams as they work their way out
As I write all is seen is a blur and blank moment and
Once recovered sensed the words were written,not
Even a look to see what was written only to know it
Was there.Sleepless night,taunt filled faces horde my
Dreams.Have this made me fall so low no longer am I
Am I able to stand on my own to feet.How many times
Will you make me cry before claiming only to being a
Witness in a crime,your crime. Putting on that face
Working the crowds with amazing easily,how I hate you
Yes all the thing I think about revolve around you.
How many times have I witness myself wound my self
With your blade? As though under a spell doing as order
Without a cry to the world what made me so diligent ?
But no longer can you be a witness,No longer can I be
A witness to these crimes that been committed.Be us both
Sinners be us both lovers be that we both be cursed
We shall witness our sins become whole and the love in
Which we share spread further and further like the flames
Of hades. May there be peace for sinners in the next world.
We are both witnesses and at the same time
We are both sinners one day to become consumed by our
Own darkness how far will we fall until that moment comes?
May we be good may we be bad may we fall may we live may
May we die or carry on we are the Witnesses We are the Sinners
To this world and the next.
Play The Radio
Get Up And Dance All Night Long
Music Heals The Soul
< once came along pair gemini twins
castro and pollux from third sign in
well sons of an zeus man
all from mercury clan
sharing wealth of intelligence sin
with ever compatible libra scales
along with aquarius that wales
fire signs given few
pisces they known too
beneath sun and moon's with semi's tale
Written By Katherine Stella 6/26/11
Entry For Nette Onclaud's
Zodiac Zones Contest
‘ A Man After God's Own Heart … ’ 1 Sam. 13: 14
A Man, After His Own Heart …
That’s What The Almighty God Said
A Man, After His Own Heart
That Scripture, I’ve Understandingly, Read …
God Chose David …
Not Just For His Beautiful Eyes
Or His Bright, Ruddy-Smiles
Nor His Age, or Form, Nor Size …
but, God Chose David
because His Ways, Were Godly-Sure
and His Hope, Was Godly-Pure
and in His Heart, Was Godly-Fear…
and There Ain’t Nothing Here, More Handsome
Than A Man, With A Godly-Heart
They, Can’t Even Capture That Winsome
Sight, in any, Man-Made Works-of-Art
So, All You Guys Out There…
Good-Looking In Your Masculinity
Remember… A ‘Good’ Woman, Will Care
and Want You For: ‘ Your Pact-With-Divinity’
and She Will Be Plum-Pleased and Proud on Her Part
to Call That Man Her Own
‘Cause With A Man Akin to God’s Own Heart
She Knows, She Can’t Go Wrong …
( Wow ! …. A Man After His Own Heart … )
Keep Moving Forward … Becoming Sons of God – Wow !
And before anybody get their Tongues-Twisted
For John Moses Freeman/ This Dedication is from: Friend to Friend
( No Flirtation Intended and Batteries Not Included (smile)
Furiously giving into a man
is the worse thing that a woman can do
when she knows she's right. He will think he can
get away with anything. Telling you
he's the boss and makes the rules from now on.
Last time I checked women had their own mind
thoughts and opinions. They don’t need, "I'm gone,
because your not my sweet old mama" kind
of speech. They need you to admit your wrong,
and tell them no matter how hard you try
that you will never be right. Sing a song
if you have to, just don’t make your girl cry.
Just remember that when you think your right,
your not. The woman always wins the fight.
(To All Who Believe It Can Be Achieved)
Caucasoid, Mongoloid,and Negroid
Colour the conscience progression
of Man's ethical Truths...
The cultural aggressions of violence
and ignorance must end!
Extend your heart, hand and life
Towards the Precious Don of Honour...
Freely, keeping the sincere
Comments: Brothers and Sisters it is time that we stand up and let the Love of God in, after
all we are all one in the same under the skin, so why not give it a grand try... One Love and
Many Blessings in Him Always, Adell
Love in your bones, perfection, divine, a wandering heart pure is thine?
A moment in time, immaculate, sensual, alive, we align.
A mass of vibrating energy combines.
Lost here, safe there, warm dear?
Our love melts crippling fear.
There is no divide. No moon owns this colorful tide.
So now we jump!
Inside my manic depressive ride.
Will I? can I? Abide? to society now, I have a bride?
Shirtless, shoeless, beard is long, happy am I.
Fear not, even King Kong.
Wife at home, smoking tea and high.
Jesus Christ! I sigh. sigh. sigh..
You pinned my soul, my thoughts and I.....
Dreamed to die.
My, my, my.
Your cold hard shell.
I loved you then and wished you well.
A living breathing tree did fell.
Is it cold in this, your damp black cell?
For this happy fat sow.
Expectations melted, I chose, I allow.
By camp fire I love. I warm, with stars above.
Tea in hand, lying back, to know someday I will love.
I toke on tea, enjoying my smoke. I love it here, so real.
For me, for me, I toast, I joke, this bloke owns nothing.
Sorry. I lied. Frothing. I do own something this lovely green smoke.
You strive for things, material and plastic, a waste of energy, I think, a joke.
Funny you see? means nothing to me, like you I wrote.
Happiness is. So very near, its here, shockingly clear.
Your mind, your head, to freely choose.
Before your old and dead, dead, dead.
What happened to relationship compromising
Instead they become equally mentally damaging
practicing the art of being demanding
When they should be actively searching for understanding
When they could be workin on openness
They remain focused on personal business
And the mistakes grow relentless
Entering late to be rebellious
But noones jealous
Both with their time selfish
They've mastered keeping their hands and bodies to themselves
These chapters reaching lands where everybodies love shelved
And with no antidote to break this spell
It works its magic from twelve back to twelve
I have the evil of you
Caught in my hands, entangled
Like the arabesques of Eden's vines
Just like paradise, but why should shame remain
Singeing like immolation of Peter's Inferno
These reddish-purple chains convolute myself
as the grapples shoot out from the clouds
both below, above me
The self-lovelust propelling
You did this - these plagues
You drag me down - to your cage
Cadaver Vampire - I am your slave
Words spoken in silence,
[When language does not suffice]
Like a look or a tear, although concise
Can echo a lifetime in your ear,
Much louder than those you can hear.
The Little Miss:
kiss kiss your little miss
and she flies flies up into the skies
away away from troubles array
to love to love her angel prince above
to love to love Armando above
The Angel’s Reply to the Little Miss:
"there was a girl precious as gold
she was found by a prince and told
that life itself was getting bold
until he found her in the world
"and he kissed kissed his little miss
and they flew flew up into the blue
away away from troubles array...
"...to love and hold each other above"
Written by Elaine and Armando
In the morning of the night
I looked to the light to find what was right
but all I found was left
being deft in the night.
I was not contrite with this inner fight
as I lied attempting to sleep but was slight.
The night’s fight was ripe with spite
as I was lost in the middle of my left and right.
Lines of site are veiled with obligatory inquiries
of yin or yang or black or white.
Should I disinvite the blight within to settle
the fight of left and right? Or make haste of left
even though it’s not right.
But the left was and is deft and is pulling the weight tonight.
The right is though, right…
but should I be left?
I have to be forthright as a knight by being right
but being left I am bereft in my plight.
Even now I write to find my right but can’t change the left.
Having left….could I ever be right?
When the light of the sun begins to fall
Echoes of thoughts begin to ball
Drifting into a sleepless state
Possibilities grow, at a relentless rate
I open my mind, in a wonderland of no validity
Emphasized by a walk, through a mirror of fluidity
Children's laughter in a sadistic tone
This dream is a nightmare, far from home
The path I am walking........leads to a house
Beyond the door, I wish for my friend, my lover and spouse
As the door creaks open a figure is revealed
I brace myself, my numbness is my shield
A wrinkled hand reaches out from the black
It grabs my wrist, leaving no time to fight back
As I'm dragged into the darkness, the figure becomes clear
The face of my victim, my deepest fear
Don't worry before He’s done with you; He‘ll ravage you
Not just physically but through his words both twisted and firm
If you could only accept that he decides when the game ends;
You'd realize an escape is just as much of an illusion as the man you think you know
Nothing can save you from this game
The lies will roll off his chameleon tongue as he reflects everything you've shown him
He’ll pour metaphors filled with an elusive pitch; deep inside the intimate spaces that fill your head
He'll patiently watch your every move
As you squirm with denial and try to claw your way past the anger
Just as you desperately try bargaining for release
He’ll watch you drowned in hopelessness, lost without the reflection you saw in him
It's a game you won't even realize you've been playing until he decides it's over
He'll know every piece of you by then
Especially the pieces he easily replaced well you were mesmerized in your own reflection
He’ll move on to his next prey soon and only then will you'll start to awaken
He thinks you'll never find all the pieces he planted; you'll never be whole without him
As his eyes trace the contours of your acceptance
He’ll know at the precise moment he's broken you
As he watches your will bend pliantly to his
Making you just another possession he never really wanted
Then he’ll finally release you out of boredom
Leaving you lost without the mirror you helped him create
Wondering why the piece’s you're picking up won’t fit back together the way they once did
It’s then you’ll realize that he never knew how to love
He’s found his pleasure in the games he plays
Pleasure that calms the jealousy he holds against the emotions that he's unable to feel
Allowing him to walk away without remorse; leaving his victim in their darkest moment
He's become bored with the people that surround him and confused by his own existence To him love is only a game used to occupy time Whenever he decides the time is right it's simple
We travel this hard road fast.
Our hearts love will always last.
We have learned well from the past.
Let’s just have a blast.
Sponsor Linda-Marie The Sweetheart of P.S.
Contest Name "MAGNET MARVEL"
I do not know?
Passion in D-Major
Feeling, the sensuous brush-
strokes on a canvas,
to a symphonic crescendo,
of our shared heartbeats,
fading between the notes,
feeling your soft body entwined
your form bathed in my infinite
our orchestral desire rising,
conducting a shared fusing of
... the music echoing ...
over the precipice,
on the brink of dazzling rainbow
lost in the void,
of an eternal instant,
plunging through the depths of
for a prolonged,
bouquet of shared time.
Iam just zero,
not a zest hero.
uplifts this none.
Made me a valued limitless ton,
and as a rising sun.
I do not know?
Lost in emotions
Two souls approaching new path
Forgetting love, possibly they shared.
Reasoning on the fights, they had bared.
Manly disfiguring blow.
So possible you know.
Now departing, both no longer paired.
Marriages four, divorced three times now in this life of mine.
If another comes my way, next lover shall be a glass of wine..
Sponsor (Destroyer ((Poet
Contest Name ~DIVORCE CLUB~
Legal Tender of Getting Old
If tears were coins I'd be a rich man…
If sadness was time I'd live forever…
If I only knew what to do to make it better…
I would do it in a heartbeat.
But, no answers are easy when feelings crash around you…
And the Sun does not shine in the heavens above…
if only I could see…if only I could find a way…if only I knew…
How do you say goodbye when there is no love?
To only be me myself alone … again…
decisions are frightening and shaky to behold…
But change is needed for me to stay sane…
all the while we continue to grow old.
When those words are spoken, written, to be a man or not,
Buzz says the bee, to discover what is he?
When the vortex of brains come calling all to reveal plots,
On dripping lips with open mouths that are caves of echoes, opened with skeleton
The makeup of a man with gray and white matter speaking to him,
Seats of consciousness much more grandeur than the largest auditorium,
Fleshy pods of minds, bodies, and souls, that are glass snakes with broken penis
Regeneration of anger, hate, sorrow, despair, and love trapped in the hearts
Driving on streets with war bonnets making exchanges with Julius Cesear in the
Boxing wrongs reminding us that we are men, and men we are,
Love letters from Sappho, slapping vulnerability, and veneered with eroticized heat,
Ermine men with life lessons spitting out the memories of nightmares,
Graveyards of bones with worm infested skulls, and dreams at rest,
To be a man in life, to be a man in death, here, and there, he must live or die the
I do not know?
Oh how the King has loved you
your beauty is rare
and your fealty unsurpassed
let us traverse the garden meadows
in the mountains along the foraged trails
alongside the thickets into the redwood groves
I will call you to my side
there always to be present with me
the bride price was costly , a kings ransom
but I have redeemed you for myself
no others shall have you , I have made you mine
I have loved you with an everlasting love
with the promise I have given you
that your confidence may rest in my word
none in a thousand , one in tens of thousands
but you are beyond price, inestimable your value
have been foreordained to be for me
hand chosen by my own father
Where justice has met compassion
power has betrothed meekness
wisdom has married foresight
and love gives birth to truth
will that these qualities multiply
for these are the virtues
that will be the healing of the nations
All that is mine , my gifts for you
born of a love incomparable
even as my father has given me
I will make your joy full
and grant the desires of your heart
though you have been terrified
you shall rest in my security forever
remain on the watch
for I will show you
the things that yet must come to pass
for I watch over you
will shield you and guide
you into all the truth
amen , come Lord Jesus
COPYRIGHT © 2012 C. Michael Miller via Duboff Law Group LLC
Mary, Mary, quite contrary said no too many times.
The boyfriend did cry foul, and left her standing in her prime.
But that’s OK I tell you, he wasn’t the right man to make a team.
And she was looking for true love, that illusive, lovely dream.
The important thing to remember is what this means to you.
Waiting can make sure that true love, is really, really true.
WIFE SEEING HUSBAND GROWING OLDER
Water steals your reflection when you are young
And as fast as cat’s feet on a glass roof.
The ripples replace none of your image -
Waves chiseled from moving marble hide the boats coming home.
Through the thickness of your old age I sometimes see your young guy hiding inside
The massive greyness of March in the city.
Gods sense of humor at pathetic human activities
Is a liquid mystery.
This starlit world is a lonely place and it misses you -
The waving Milky Way waiting for you to swim in, waist high
Through the radiant white daisy stars, across the soft black meadows.
The Two States of Love.
Yes, hidden is the partial tale,
from a heart that awakens not,
may love enthrall uprooted plants,
but, not a man that love forgot.
As we all are born -a yesterday,
again will be, when today shall tread,
and so carry on with this delay,
until a lover's sweet words be said.
And morbid if my heart does turn,
a place with spiral toxic cold,
where tears do crowed the rivulets,
would the wet air my sighing hold;
So if sorrow such on my behalf,
does tear apart, a haunted chest,
Still, her name would be my epitaph,
And her love the ever staying guest.
R.N.Khan, © 2012