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Fickle

Fickle

Fickle so fickle this life is at times,
You can't press fast forward nor rewind,
There are so many things to entertain the mind,
You seldom have time to relax or unwind,
Before the ticking clock sounds its chimes,
Fickle just fickle so fickle I say,
Going and coming, Coming and going,
Shifting with the wind are the sands of time,
Ever waxing, then waning, like the moon is it's mind,
Like grains of wasted salt there it lies on the floor,
So spread apart it can shift to any door,
Decisions, decisions, what will it choose,
Will it let me win today? Or today shall I lose?
On pins and needles does my plum bottom sit,
Should I wait for the outcome or in a jiff should I split?
No matter which I choose the fact still remains,
That this life is fickle and can drive you insane,
Can't keep your schedule or good time by it ,
So if your heart or mind has a good notion you may as well try it,
Cause life is fickle as fickle as ever.

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A Plum a Peach a Nectarine

Here...A Plum...A Peach...A Nectarine...

Here... a plum... a peach....a nectarine...
cool, soft, purple-blue,
sweet, tight-n-tart, something new,
I bite it.....mmm...
I hold it in my mouth and suck it....
until the skin of it releases its hold,
and exposes the sweet tender flesh lying underneath,
mmm... I linger there....
and just when I think it can get no better than this...
the juicy flesh dissolves in my mouth with sweet radiance,
aaahhh... down to the pit!!!
A plum... a peach... a nectarine....
fuzzy-nuzzy, sweet-to-taste, 
satiny finish, perfect shape,
creased with fine curvature,
and extremely soft to the touch,
and when I take a bite...
Sheer Ecstasy!
A plum... a peach.... a nectarine...
now... this is fine skin its in!
smoother than my own,
I rub it against my cheek,
yes... cool.... a bite...
crisp...sweet....tart...
I hold my head back and laugh heartily,
as I can recall this sensational feeling from days long ago,
refreshed by water's breath,
fresh rinsed fruit....
nothing like it.
Think I'll have grapes next...

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Modern Day Robin Hood

Meet My Robin "Hood"

"Hood" being the key word, the 
man who is a saver of souls 
lacking passion and adventure,

Robin "Hood" swept me off my 
couch where I had grown roots, 
eatin' chips n cookies n 
icecream,

Watchin' re-runs of Atlanta 
housewives and sex in the city,

He took me out into his forest, 
"Hood" full of broken dreams 
patched up with cash from 
crack sales,

Escalades, and weekend 
getaways to the Ramada, to do 
what?

Count Cash, Watch His stash, 
and live like a queen out of a 
box,

To be his outlet for satisfying 
his desire for something 
innocent and pure,

Untainted by the world in its 
greed and lust,

Only to outpour his greed and 
lust on me,

And He loves me with such 
passion, 

the passion most young girls 
seek after in their first quests 
for love anew,

My Robin "Hood" Loves me 
entirely, He consumes me,

He loves my collard greens and 
hamhocks,

My cornbread and crawfish 
pots,

I love his hair, his smile, his 
smell,

The way he knows how to relax 
me and make my heart swell,

Robin "Hood" has stolen my 
heart and only my heart can go 
with him,

My mind and body lay limp and 
distraught still on that 
checkerboard couch,

With the half-eaten bag of 
chips and a spoon of butter 
pecan icecream,

His scent still lingers here but 
he is long gone,

Off to rob the rich in beauty 
and innocence, and give it to 
the poor in moralistic value and 
quality of life,

Although the ride was 
exhilarating, I got off at the 
closest stop home,

No More robbing me Mr. Robin 
"Hood".

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Flicker

Life a fleeting, faint, flicker,

Please dont take it for granted or leave anything to chance,

A single drop of unexpected rain or a strange wind can happen by and change it all,

Cherish every shared laugh, every kiss, every embrace,

Every moment precious.

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Good Times Long Gone

Good Times... Long Gone

My mind goes back to Apple 
dumplings and BlackBerry dew,
Plums and scuppernongs and 
games of Horshoe,
I skint my knee while I was 
skipping
 rocks, 
I ran barefoot through the 
grass no
 shoes no socks,
Springtime came then summer,
 then fall, 
And with eyes wide open I
 experienced it all,
Have you ever caught crickets 
in
 mason jars?  
Or watched fireflies underneath 
the stars? 
Have you sipped the nectar 
from
 honeysuckle vines?
or played in mud puddles and
 made mud pies?
That I must say Indeed was the 
life,
To partake of the world and not
 have to think twice,
The age of innocence is what it
 was, 
No harm to any creature nor 
man
 nor dove,
There was no bitterness,  all I 
felt
 was love,
What happened to those days?
 They're  surely long gone,
I wish for them back at the 
dusk of 
every dawn,
Good times... Long gone.

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Who Told You

Who told you ?
Who told you that I would still 
be here waiting ...
Bandaging and patching, 
cooking and cleaning, hoping 
and expecting,
Anticipating your love towards 
me, but when the rains came, I 
looked for you,
To nurture me, shower me with 
kisses and undying love,
To pamper me with pillows, 
fresh cool sheets, and hot 
bowls of soup,
Maybe a massage or loving 
neck rub, 
But sad to say you were not 
there,
Instead of tall broad shoulders 
and 
a braveheart I looked at my 
side
 and found a cold dark shadow,
so again I ask you who told you
that when you returned I will 
still
 be here?
My heart still lingers as my 
mind
 and body walk away,
My now misty love escaping as 
hot
 vapors from a helium balloon,
But instead of deflating my 
heart 
 is happy and light,
A burden lifted,
So again I ask you who told 
you?
Sunsets brighter, head lighter,  
new 
attire, Ooh and  what's that 
smell ?
A new sent in the air in search 
of 
new love, new kisses, new 
passion,
New beginnings and new
 experiences, something to 
look
 forward to, so I again I ask 
you
 who?
How presumptuous of you to 
think that I,
 Little "I"  
Little " you" would  last beyond
 your cruel indiscretions and
 bittersweet lies, Your cold 
heart,
 my lonely nights and bruised
 heart,
Who told you? Tell me...
They lied.

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Why

Why....
Why must this life be so bitter-sweet,
Why do the stars fall down from Heaven,
Why are all the sweetest songs the shortest,
Why do you wait for true love the longest,
Why on a warm summer night does come the chill,
Why is life sometimes this bitter pill,
Why do the best kissers make the worst lovers,
And the best lovers seem to remain friends...Why,
I ask these questions because I long for answers,
My soul to the inner depths thirsts for the waters to satisfy these longings-to-know,
Why...

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Thomasina

My Cold and Lonely Spirit has been filled with a raging storm called Thomasina,

She rocks me worse the fiercest hurricane winds,

Her fire burns through me, hotter than open coals in night air,

Her words do indeed pierce my heart,

Her love is really what makes the honey drip from my honeycomb,

And I am her honey bee buzzing all around her.

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Into the Night

Into the Night

Whisk me away oh gallant one!

Into the night, Into the night,

For I have waited so long your arrival to my side,

Take me now, I've naught to dread,

For all that you offer, I need,

For your tender affections I bleed,

Whisk me away oh gallant one!

Into the night, Into the night