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CLUSTER OF BLOSSOMS



Now dips in peace the bay And I must go Beyond the hills, the luscious fields Of jasmines purple, and down to where The starlight gleams below, And today I watch the lacquered morn Rise gently till the veils from peach lilies are drawn. Around the isles at dusk Cool and chaste they lie, While fragrant marigolds heave to sigh. In a daze, the sun sets on earth's dome Embossing a virgin orchid white; Its crown a trail like a bride afloat On dreamy air that meet the coast To settle in the vault of gold, While blossoms fair enrapture my view Bright as Flora's eyes! Shadow Hamilton's Your Favourite Old Poem #2 Flora--- Egyptian goddess of flowers 11/25/2014

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I Love Horses: A--Z

I Love Horses: A--Z

A is for... Appaloosa. They have 
blankets on their rumps. 
B is for...Belgian. They work 
hard and can pull up stumps. 

C is for...Clydesdale. They're 
BIG bays with white fluffy feet. 
D is for...Dartmoore, a pony 
from the moors--so sweet!

E is for...Egyptian, the finest 
horse on desert sand. 
F is for...Fresian: Big black War 
Horse--a Knight's demand. 

G is for...Gypsy Vanner, a rare 
beauty like fairy tales. 
H is for...Hanoverian. The best 
all-round from England hails. 

I is for...Irish Tinker. A loyal 
horse that's black and white. 
J is for...Java Pony. He's 
Indonesia's working sprite. 

K is for...Knapstrup. He's a 
horse full of leopard spots!
L is for...Lipizzaner: Grey 
leapers known in the Big Tops!

M is for...Mustang. Wild and 
Free--roams America's West. 
N is for...Nonius: Big-headed 
black and drives the best. 

O is for...Oldenburg. Dressage 
ribbons just get bigger. 
P is for...Palomino. Roy Rogers 
named his, Trigger. 

Q is for...Quarter Horse, 
cowboy's fav'rite! Does 
Everything!
R is for...Racking Horse. His 
ride's so smooth it will make 
you sing. 

S is for...Spotted Saddle Horse, 
Gaited beauty everyone loves. 
T is for...Thoroughbred. Racing, 
"The Sport of Kings", he does. 

U is for...Ukrainian Riding 
Horse: Beautiful born after 
War's end. 
V is for...Vlaamperd: Flemish 
black stallion and true friend. 

W is for...White Horse(Albino). 
The Lone Ranger's 'Silver'--of 
course!
X is for...Xilingol. He's 
Mongolia's riding draft horse. 

Y is for...Yonagui, a chestnut 
pony from Japan. 
Z is for...Zebra: African wild 
but tamed by man. 

A personal therapist long past 
the end,
The love of a horse...is the 
love... of a Friend. 

deborah burch
02.28.2013

For Cyndi's contest

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The Psychostasia

The Psychostasia
(The Egyptian Funerary Rite)

For seventy days I’ve been prepared
With oils and unguents ever so rare
And with linen bandages to and fro
Wound and wrapped from head to toe

And on this journey I’m prepared to start
By enduring the “Weighing of the Heart”
With Toth’s oversight we’ll see whether
My heart weighs true against Truth’s feather

Should it fall short the beast will devour
My soul to oblivion in my final hour
Yet should it measure straight and true
The Pylon opened I’ll be ushered through

And then I shall fall unto my knees
And pray that Osirus hears my pleas
That he acknowledge and clear my tears
And accept my soul for a thousand years

And cleanse said soul of all its scars
And make me one with the canopy of stars
And bless my children and my wife
That they may join me in the afterlife

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A Lion Looms Listless

A cold lion roams, doctrinaire and sterile,
The expanse of Africa offers him no sanctuary, the Saringehti no salvation,
He can only smell the scent of his pride now, his cubs shun him,
Repelled by needless roars, the revolting rants,
Tail tattered, biten by jackels at will,
His nose bit and beaten from battles better avoided,
Soul tethered to a label, only a title, "King of the Jungle" ,
Fleas and insects of all sorts find haven in his muddy mane
once so puffed and wide like a thunderhead trampling over Tanzania,
I hear him in the twilight, lonely, unsated and undesired,
Paranoid about a life that does not seem to love him,
His heart became a desserted Athens, a broken, rigid column slumped on the earth,
He wanders near the Nile, nearsighted and nervous
As an Egyptian boy of ancient lineage stalks him sensitively
Putting the speartip to his temple saying,
I see your ribs, your broken paws, your futility,
I will now deliver your soul unto the cool night,
The spear is launched with a certain bloodlust
piercing behind the shoulder blade, his heart hollers
with the cry of scarred suprise, the lion stumbles and pants
vanity no allowing blame for lack of vigilance,
the boy trots to the spot, kneels in token reverence
telling him, sip the black puddle of your error, as eyes fold ever shallow,
let me feed you these apples of arrogance
so to quiet your grievence, to sooth your ego before final sight,
there is no shame in being slain by a Pharoah King, old lion,
I shall wear your teeth as a timeless trophy of tragedy,
Emblematical of Pride gone on too long,
may the spirit of Herodetous teach this lesson to a new breed -

J.A.B.

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LOVE SO DEEPLY

I am enthralled by his aura. I am mesmerized by his strength. He is my Samson. I am his wanton princess. He is as bronze as Tut. Somewhere in the New Kingdom of Ancient Egypt, we will make love. Under the sunset within a pyramid, my womanhood will evolve into beautiful Queen Emanuel. For the Lord is surely with us. As we honeymoon, I am his strength and he is my comforter. He will take me in his arms and serenade me at night. We will visit many places for splendor inside. We walk in antiquity. We are enjoying this time. We are lovers. We are husband and wife. Somewhere in Ancient Egypt, we will make love tonight. Our time here is brief; therefore, we want memories to capture. As our souls integrate, our spirit ignites. For the Lord is surely with us. This is our honeymoon afire. He is my essence. I am his desire. Enraptured, I feel the rhapsody of my lovers thrust. A euphoric atmosphere is the effervescent. We will take these memories to higher plateau. We are so deep in love. Cairo, Egypt is our last visage under the Egyptian sun. We will be here three days and two nights making love amongst the stars. Our lunar existence is astrophysical. We will conquer our destiny and embrace our wealth. Love so deeply does not happen often enough. _______________________________________________________________________| Penned on October 21, 2014!

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Into You

Cohabitating with your floral penance, I slow grind With Memories All metaphorical bets, Off Jumping head first Another solemn wish Unto you To caress my smile Another didactic breath For your silky, titanium retinas To share this potent sway Against time I, grip Rusty handle bars to ride Upon your caramel sunsets Sweetened with diabetic urges, Feening Feening Inject me towards unbridled upbringings, Chrysanthemum sentences Etched upon your neck Of Egyptian cotton awakenings … I do not want to be your tomorrow, Because that could never be promised Yet, all we have is today. Because all we have is today. All we have is today… ©Drake J. Eszes

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One in a thousand dreams

Love, you have always been the guiding force
Truly outstanding, painting colors
Your amazing beauty dazzling in every way, with your light
Words draw sweetly, one goddess rising out, from deep sands
 
 
Silently, Egyptian queens whisper in the winds
Lifting tunes, sweetly sings a loving song
What Cleopatra was to Mark Anthony
Forever, love beyond kingdoms
Always breathing, their whispers until eternity
Looking upon a gift in you love
 
Drinking from the chalice, cup of everlasting beauty
Blossoming one golden, crowning treasure
Petals divine, soft, regal
Within your voice, chant sweet music of an angel
Kissing inside, happiness begins glowing
In a state of your grace
 
Joy beaming, pearly-white smiles
Touching your rays warmly
Within an abundance of sunshine
Opening up this heart and soul
Wishing in love’s purity
That I could travel back in time
Loving, getting to know you
Falling asleep, deeply, warmly, in the night
Holding our dreams, loving you

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Tongue Twisting Parallel Universes

no friends, no foes, no iphone, no twitter

cybernetic, telepathic, extraterrestrial beings, undercover


time existing through multiplexes of prismatic substructure,

stealth, vortexing spaceships, slipping in an out of the dark matter


incognito, holographic, crystal pyramid, hovering cities

egyptian kings, projecting, 4-dimensional, diamond rings

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The resident between the two hemispheres of the brain-w

The artists drawing an intense picture with astral aspect
We feel it and it does deeply affect and touch us.

If the artist was balanced when he or she drew it
Like the Egyptian cultures with its hieroglyphs.

It’s the third eye in fact the dormant pineal gland
That resides between the two hemispheres of the brain.

*In War of the worlds, H.G.wells’ third eye visualizes
The spaceship, space travel and the life in some planets.

Scientists act as visualizers too by theoretical research
To transform higher realities in limited physical reality.

*Gray in The Razor’s edge experiences that perception
Getting in a trance ending migraine headache forever.


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*The novel War of the Worlds by H.G.Wells
*The novel The Razor’s Edge by Somerset Maugham
====================================

Seventh place win in
Contest: Spirit Eye sponsored by Rick Parishe

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Nonsense Tantrum

Inspired by “super Souper-fun participation prefered,” by Casarah Nance

We all learned from Mother Goose and silly Doctor Seuss We learned from tweedly dees & dums and many goofy moose. When did we forget? Our rhyming singing hearts were woven in a womb every one a babble-babe, beyond the first-tears room. can’t we all be Seussians? silly all the time? is there any harm? in unrestricted rhyme? or should we all be Serians? seriously so sober, so so so so firm? giggling not allowed, …certainly, no squirm.
Under the Seussians we’d have the sillians the goofians the whilly-nillians the can’t stop laughians and the delightful can’t-sit-stillians Under the Serians we’d have the rigidarians the unflexarians the make-up-rulians the rather-be-poutians and the dreaded carry-gunnians
well, maybe you’re thinking this is nonsense. BINGO!!!! you win!!!! YAY!!!! Good Job!!!! clappity-clap-clap!!! If being silly is of no use like a raccoon mask on the egyptian goose If being silly is of no use like that goofy bell on the chin of a moose then... I’ll fold up my little teepee Fwap, click, tock d r o p flapperstickle, pitterthwack, potterstickle rubbadubble, clicky-clackle swish poof wrinkle crinkle rumple crumple flip flop scholp glop plop! p i t t e r s c h w i f f l e THWACK! into a little satchel and leave you... with all MY nonsense AND all YOUR serious-sense fwoosht fwoosht fwoosht (sound of slapping hands free of dust) ‘cause I can give away ALL my nonsense and still have plenty left

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River of Kings - Cinquain #2

River
Bed of water
Meandering in dreams
filled with  Egyptian memories
The Nile

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The Snake's Complaint

You may wonder why I went after Eve.
Let’s face it: That was a big mistake.
At nun-time, attuned to the earth,
paradise on earth was mine…still I wanted more. 
So, I pulled myself up, joined with Re, and got heaven, too.

That should have done it: got creative, worked, achieved, 
partnered, advanced… merited a little reputation even.
But some revisionist considering the Egyptian myth
merely an approximation of happiness, and therefore
out of character, went with a more ambitious agenda 

(Give me more!) and altered the script. Red lined and marginally 
questioned for review, it seemed to call to me.
Beckoned for attention. Not one to settle for mediocrity,
I took on the challenge, of a vastly improved edition –
sought standing… and slipped.

Guess I misinterpreted the signs, didn’t understand that the 
surface itch might have been only for another version of me. 
A newer skin would feel so much more gratifying
than contracting myself around some same-species body.

It was and remains within me a discomfort in my being
a slow rise to the surface of squirm, a need to slither
from the source. Uncomfortable. Annoyed with the lack of 
consultation, nothing I would have ever turned 
down or dismissed – I just wish I had been in the loop.

She has separated from me already. 
My leaving the scene would only be
the physical manifestation, like the itch, 
a physical manifestation of discomfort
tangible to the one who feels it.

But, you can’t feel it, can you?
On the surface it appears calm,
but my skin burns for wanting, an escape.
Can you shed your own skin? 

I slinked up with it at all because of the promise of youth sleeping 
soundly in the garden, with no itch to complain of. No reason.

Still she will leave slivering down her own trail
then even a new skin wouldn’t hide the tells of an old mind: 
a new wrinkle in the scenario.
I’m getting old, the casing’s flaking off,
and I’m just itching to get out of here.
So what’s with the ironic punishment? 
God, He just evolved me from my fingers!

What a card, dealt summarily;
destined to tingle and unable to scratch.
You’ve been dismissed. So, let us give thanks to god. (Amen?)

How’d you like to be in the serpent’s shoes? 
Just some extra muscles running down a semblance of a spine,
Perhaps it’s evil to hold out apples like promises. (Give me more!)
Built to entice. Destined to disappoint.

If there’s one thing to be said in my own defense: I am flexible.

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Mark Antony and Cleopatra

Dispatched by Mark Antony to fetch his queen
An Egyptian with beauty of world renown
Five-thousand mighty Roman warriors sailed
Committed to driving Egypt’s army down

Cleopatra was basking on a Nile barge
While the fleet remained offshore waiting for night
‘Neath the cloak of darkness warriors arrived
To surprise defenders and battle incite

Fully armored Roman forces held the edge
Razor-sharp swords pierced Egyptians’ tanned skin
Into the gently flowing Nile, Egyptian blood spilled
The desert soldiers’ garb was softer than tin

When heat rose with dawn’s light on the pyramids
Only a few hundred Egyptian soldiers remained
But they fought with the courage of a thousand more
Determined to protect Cleopatra’s reign

Defenders fought with valor; none sought mercy
Just as victory seemed within Rome’s grasp
A bloody trail to the palace had been carved
But Cleopatra lay dead, bitten by an asp

Noble Antony awaited his army
Rejoicing when the first ship came into view
But they’d waged their fiercest fight futilely
Now they mustered to strength to tell Antony too

Warriors’ hearts were filled with compassion
The sign of a truly devoted band
As they offered support for their ruler’s loss
Antony felt the power of each and every man




*But for the fact that Antony and Cleopatra
were lovers, this poem is entirely fictional.
Antony and Cleopatra actually wed and 
Antony moved to Egypt.

Entry for the “Roman Legion” contest




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PRESENCE

PRESENCE

This cat of mine
A presence
This particular cat
Others     some     have it
People too    but    lack the simplicity
The Sphinx comes to mind
Ages trail back of those eyes
Egyptian prized
Flashing eyes from the recesses some primordial cave

Totality of sensation cannot be described
No
It is a feeling old as creation
A softness inside “Big Bang!”
Its energy fills all space
With those ultra-microscopic specks (clearly invisible)
Which    ultimately    must come back together


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An Egyptian Queen

                   An Egyptian Queen


As I Fall asleep within this hour
To slowly leave this realm
I see my mother with serenity and great power
She is calm and ready to take the helm

Like queen Nefertiti, she sits upon a high throne of golden wood
It seems as if she has crossed over into another life
She has a high crown upon her head and is not misunderstood
Here at last; there is peace, love, happiness and no strife

I stare intently at her face
She looks  ageless, beautiful and humble
And I feel that she belongs in this place
As she speaks to me, without even a murmur or a mumble.

Now i know that she is perfectly alright
And I hope that she is in seventh Heaven
Because she has fought the good fight
And must be in another dimension as she moves towards the number eleven

The message she tries to send me
I hear without her voice
She tells me to go on living, stop being sad and be free
And that I must remember, I have a choice

The path that I must take is very clear
For she has gone home to be with the father and the Father
And can no longer live in this dimension down here
So she says goodbye and fades away, my mother.


William Morrissey 2/24/07   


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Gambling Shuggy—The Encounter!

"If I feel physically,
            as if the top of my head been taken off, 
                     I know it's poetry."
                       --Emily Dickenson

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No money no honey from this honey
You may look but won’t rub this fine tummy;
That maybe so, but I ain’t no dummy
Shining like gold—don’t you touch this Emmy!

Pay gone, drunk, smoky, come acting thuggy,
Don’t treat me like an Egyptian mummy;
You have nerves to tell me I look yummy
Step back—know that I will not be chummy!

Say what, you will find another bunny?
Git, to your saloon playing gin rummy;
Tonight I’m keeping safe my sweet plumy
Leave—before I pull my New York Jimmy!

Swiftly, before doorknob hit your bunny,
Shuggy—I ain’t got time tonight bummy!

© Joseph, November 28, 2008
© All Rights Reserved

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Poetry Soup International Poetry Contest
Semi-finalist Selection, Jan. 2009.
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Poetry Soup Weekly Featured Poem 
Sunday, May 24, 2009, to May 31, 2009
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Joseph S. Spence, Sr., is the author of "The Awakened One Poetics" (2009), which is 
published in seven different languages. He invented the Epulaeryu poetry form, which 
focuses on succulent cuisines and drinks. He is published in various forums, including the 
World Haiku Association; Poetinis Druskininku, Milwaukee Area College, Phoenix Magazine; 
Möbius Poetry, and Taj Mahal Review to name a few. Joseph is a Goodwill Ambassador for 
the state of Arkansas, USA, a college faculty, and a military veteran.

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my father's barn

Gingerly, she climbs to
where the wood has weathered, and
the latch, is rusted and black. 
Gone from brown, it
eases away. Light pierces 
the darkness, through every crack
and knot hole, she climbs 
to warmth and wades, 
through hay, past steamer 
trunks and packing
crates. 

The garden yields thick bottle 
rims, stirrups, a buckle, a bit
of old leather. Egyptian onions' 
purple plumes, line the fence. 
Chocolate mint, overgrown, 
and rudbeckia sprouts
nasturtium's winding tendrils, 
loose dirt. 

Hay, golden, like a Vermeer, swirls 
and turbulent spikes, make flat long 
pleats of similar lengths, braided and
golden, catching the sun. 

 

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Like no other

And she told him that she would love him
like no other woman ever will.

The accented sensuality to complete his sentences,
was her proclamation.

The Egyptian cotton blanketing her natural breasts,
sliding up his arms
as she wakes him for morning consummation;
epicenter consumption.

She told him that she craves him
beyond physical crux.

He was her equilibrium;
A key to Pandora’s shattered box.

Its fragmented sins,
now synchronous with redemption’s awakening.

Even after all these years…

Yet her heart
was wrapped
by hermetically sealed contention.

…

She told him
that she would love him
more than any other.

More than any other…

…like no other…

More than any other…

As she
strokes the pride
of another.

© Drake J. Eszes

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PARTeeeee

Principally, pretty Penny the poet gave the ILLUSION of preening
Outside the Palace in the portico pre-party. 
Edward the Bard entered elegantly, elaborating with an INFUSION of
Trendy calligraphy pens and colored inks of CREATIVITY.
Ralph, the Shakespearian sonnet writer EVENTUALLY strolled in with a scroll.
You would think none of them new each other, as they
Practically knocked each other over getting to the press.
At any other time, Annabelle the actress would have been
Languishing on a director’s arm but tonight, she had 
An editor! How INEVITABLE! Clarisse came to the Palace Ball dressed as
Cleopatra and carrying a clay tablet full of 
Egyptian poetry, who would win for best piece was anyone’s guess.	

Poet:Debbie Guzzi


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Sweet Banana Splits

Egyptian flavours
Candie's; chaste
Marshmellows
Delicious
Autumn's shaved
Ice French vanilla
Cream; covered in
German soft milk 
Chocolates
Virgin Italian
Cherries; soaked
Coconut rum
English toffee
Pineapple bits
Melting
In our mouths
Swirling intoxications
Asian strawberries
Spanish caramels
Candie's
African mints
Dipped, in Autumn's
Native cream.



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Anath, the warrior goddess


I am Anath, the warrior goddess With rippling sand and sinuating curves Not a lady, but a woman lawless No merciful but set to test your nerves My lips are dry, can’t cry so always starve If ready, I bloom in the dark of night Come into me at sunset without fright Stand with me and feel my serenity Look out with me, feel how my depth incite Will show secret spots of eternity.
* Anath is the name of a warrior goddess in Egyptian Mythology married to Seth, the God of Deserts and Storms.* +++ September 16, 2014 Form : Dizain ( AB AB BC CD CD-Ten Lines) Dr. Ram Mehta Fifth Place Win Contest: In the desert by nette onclaud

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Summer Wave

Heat Wave

My tongue reaching out in one daring taste.
A cold purified ice storm is what I crave.
Trapped under a mountain of heat, all the way to my waist.
Yearning waters to cure this excessive hot weather waste.
Prolonged periods that android my moves like an Egyptian Slave.
Jobless and still my body lies in a frigged lake of sweaty waves
Brave to inhale and exhale the hotness of this limbo loom.

Summer time means nothing to the gravity on my knees.
This drop of rays is killing me.
One to many dry spells-
Worse than a bat out of hell!
Running down chocolate hills,
Can you feel, what I can Feel?
Lost in my own bodies drought.
Hot spells~ Dry wells!
What happen to cold spell?

BY;

dedicated to: Matthew Anish & 
every poet who is not from
**CACTUS TEXAS

better yet any part of 
**SOUTH TEXAS


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Egyptian Thoughts

I sometimes think of traveling to a mysterious distant land
To Cairo and the River Nile and walk on Egyptian sand
The Ismalia Folklore Festival brings together many nations
In the land so aptly called The Land of Civilizations
I ask for Wadjet to protect me as I see all that I can
At night, Nut puts on a show that could not be produced by man
I see the children playing with hearts so full of love
Thanking Hathor for the blessings that were sent from far above
Osiris please stay away as I'm not ready yet
I need to change my life as I too long have followed Set
Egyptian thoughts come and that's when this old sailor cries
As I remember a beautiful woman with dark Egyptian eyes
I pray to Anuket to once again see the River Nile
And to Isis that she would return the magic for a while
The mystery and the culture are only part of what you'll find
I smile to myself as Egyptian thoughts cross my mind.

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Felony Money

True definition of a hood love story,
They called him Felony.
Skin was as smooth as a shot of Hennessey.
He made a lot of other men envy.
His style was particularly different from the rest.
No gold chains around his neck, but a simple rosary lies on his chest.
Underneath his Sunday best was a solid bullet proof vest.
His pockets had a secret treasure chest.
Steepness with infinite thickness,
But every man has a weakness.
She killed him with kindness.
A righteous lioness,
His royal highness: his positive guidance.
She was the offspring of the titans.
 Exceptional of importance to his reputation,
 She was his foundation freedom from his everyday discrimination.
A safe haven like a wave equation, her name was Money.
Half black and half Puerto Rican,
Skin complexion of an Egyptian he nicknamed her Isis.
Dipped in gold went perfectly with her skin tone.
She was an overgrown precious stone.
Foreknown Money was working with the federal bureau of investigation.
 Deeply in love with a convict but yet victorious triumphant.
Stunting on everyone’s judgments Money is Felony movement.
A step ahead of the government,
Never seeing a seal indictment
Money was his antidepressant.
Felony was her significant participant.
Both of them reaping the enjoyment,
Bonded by each other’s fulfillment,
Seal their delinquent intimate commitment.
In love with a codefendant left them with a Bonnie, and Clyde ending.
Love testimony of Felony and Money

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R and R

R and R

Fan those palm fronds a little faster, boys
As I recline here in dignified poise

I’m Cleopatra, your Egyptian queen
I require the most sumptuous cuisine

Not queen for a day, but for a whole week
Surrounded by tall men with great physiques

Quit your bellyaching, why can’t you grasp
I’m not fated to succumb to an asp

Just provide me with every luxury
Or I’ll send your wives to a nunnery

For seven days I’ll be waited upon
It’s my vacation so I can dream on

Classes I miss and work piles on my desk
As I relax, remaining statuesque

Rest and rehabilitation is grand
On day eight, I’ll respond to your demands


For Carol Brown's "A week to do as I please" contest