HAUNTED HOUSE
Introduce you to Monty the mouse
Dwells in a haunted old house
many nights lies awake
thinks his life is at stake
These fears he's unable to douse
WARTY AND GNARLY
An old fellow who's warty and gnarly
Sings and sounds like Bob Marley
he's into reggae
a guitar he does play
Long ago he was baptised as Charlie
ROCK AND ROLLER
Betty's an old rock and roller
She walks with babe in a stroller
sometimes she will run
babes thinks it's much fun
Takes the dog with a lead on a collar
HOLD UP
Simon's a really fart smeller
But he once held up a bank teller
many years on the run
always armed with a gun
Ten years in a prison life's below stellar
In corridors where dust still dreams of men,
The clocks repeat their hollow, measured tone.
We speak of peace, then fracture it again,
And call the broken syntax flesh and bone.
The cities twitch with wires, hum and ache,
Each signal pulsing hunger dressed as light.
We consecrate the rubble that we make
And sleep inside the grammar of the night.
No god arrives. The hope is getting old.
No final word will settle what we tire.
Babe, the world is turning sharp and cold
Throw my poem, silently, in the fire.
remembrance gentle like babe’s foot
smooth creamy warm
cradle handed down as heritage
here we sit waiting for christening
oblivious to what she will bear
what joys and anguish
hall clock ticktock
he is late with his mantras
to be whispered in her ear
soft purr of cat circles room —
nobody requires to speak
we roll new name on our tongues
over and over like counting
pearls on a necklace or
sweat drops down throat
even westwind is quiet today
a starling lands on sill
does not twitter, waits silent
she passes from one arm to next
wordless chaste enchanting
white crochet shawl alive
with granny’s hands —
teapot smiles rooibos tea
iced biscuits and cherries bedeck
oval oak sturdy, assured, steady
we hear his car in driveway
murmur a prayer of thanksgiving
still we whisper, still starling
has not flown or tweeted
teeny gold identity bangle glisten
white daisies shiver in bowl
petals endorse sound of name
beauty birthed has no time
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[Poet’s Note : Inspired by : Benicia Poet Laureate Emerita, Johanna Ely’s Poem : What Still Matters | Confirm : No AI ]
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first sight delight
fouls owls howling
mate chase invite
as bats awake
hunting their prey
making love babes
bright firefly
attract with light
white in the night
nocturnal love flight
procreation
painting black sky
a beer, a boat, my babe
my babe, a beer, a boat
a boat, my babe, a beer
spirits high afloat
In realms of love, where passions burn like fire,
Jealousy, a symptom of a heart's desire,
Not insecurity, but care's fierce spark,
Lying deep, where love's most vulnerable mark.
I don't want to lose you, my heart's sole claim,
Yours alone, my love, my every breath's refrain,
Checking up on you, not desperation's game,
But love's fierce vigilance, my heart's sweet pain.
When I lose you, my world crumbles to dust,
Leaving naught but emptiness, a hollow trust,
I've crossed oceans, climbed mountains high and steep,
Kneeling, broken, my heart, a thousand pieces, asleep.
You're all I want, my passion's burning need,
My every dream, my heart's deepest creed,
I won't trade our love for anything, my love,
Yours, forever, till eternity's stars above.
Little hands, little toes
Soft as the colors in the rose,
Beautiful as grace on the life
Heart so true, healing worst strife
Little hands, little toes
Gentle smiles, trust grows
Whisper of joy in each embrace
Inspirations, blessings, precious grace
Little hands, little toes
Only God truly knows
When you were born, your light
Brought me hope through darkest night
Little hands, little toes
Oh, sweet baby, innocence shows
In the breath of a summer ray,
Sunshine praises in the light of day
Little hands, little toes
Oh, the joy, God’s sweet prose
Writing psalms on the smallest soul
Making sure we are blessed and whole
Little hands, little toes
The power of innocence, never appose
When I see this babe, resting in my arms
I know the innocent love that forever charms
.
i like you
uhlot
yo look
we dress
uhlike
would you like
sum company for
uhbit
"uh no"
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Shohei Ohtani and Babe Ruth
played one on one. That's the truth.
Quiz question, just for fun -
all strikeouts or all home runs?
Your spot without you standing there
Could never be the same
Even if it's occupied
By someone with your name
There's only you, your rightful place?
Mic 3 up on the stage
And in my heart you've all the mics
I strum for just you babe
Boyhood pranks
gave way to thanks
for the New York Yanks
and all those franks
A young babe was born in the middle of the month of May.
She lost her mother in a sad way days before her first birthday.
To this day and from now on we miss her in every single way.
Let all the tree tops glisten ,
And gleeful children listen,
As snow drops gently fall,
To an amazing Christmas call.
Let all the people sing out loud,
Let mistletoe hang, from every cloud,
Let stars twinkle in the sky,
Let Angel choirs reign this night ,
And bring delight to human kind,
With their so lustrous light.
The midnight hour is close,
And many praises heard,
Countdown begins,
Even Santa is among the crowd,
Hat in hand, his head bowed.
The clock begins to strike,
The heavens open wide,
A nativity scene displayed,
Before our very eyes,
A heavenly Babe is born,
This early Christmas morn.
I know I’m dying,
we all are,
that’s life’s game,
But mine’s sped up by cancer,
it’s not the same.
Don’t worry,
Liz,
everything’s gonna be alright,
See,
I’ll be here ‘til I’m 85,
or until my last goodnight.
Set your worry shackles free,
believe in what’s to be,
A future bright and hopeful,
just you and me.
We’ll light the sky with vibes,
full of love and fluffy things,
No cash promises,
but I'll bring what love brings.
Forever your shield,
always your knight,
Wine and dine,
Whatever the night.
Taking us places our hearts never seen,
Living life large,
no in-between.
Sail with me to lands unknown,
Traverse the world,
make it our own.
Set our wings free,
break every chain,
In this crazy game of life,
we’ll never be the same.
Filled with memories,
joy on blast,
Together,
babe,
we’ll make it last.
With passion’s fire,
we’ll light the night,
In each other’s arms,
holding tight.
The world’s our stage,
love’s our play,
We’ll rock this life,
come what may.
Feel the heat,
my love,
let’s ignite,
In your embrace,
everything’s right.
Through every storm,
through every fight,
With you,
my love,
life’s pure delight!
.
ya need tuh feel the sun
babe
press thoze stubbie
toez in thuh grass
smell thuh flowerz
hurrie yup
darl'n
'fore ya gotta wear
clothez
come unduh this
tree babe
'fore the autumn
comez
and shrinks
my
woe
yo
ouch
no
orchids babe
orchids
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