He is such a prize a purple presence
When he shares his heart
It is no less than amethyst art
Right now he feels small
Even though he is 6ft3 inches tall
You see giants feel vulnerable too
In our conversation he says "I want you"
And my silence is a cherry clue
I've moved on but that last love was true
How can love be so desperately in need
Winds blow throwing breezes of men
Who can openly receive love with delicious green grin
I wish everyone love but I can't be her
For all I can only be for one
So gently I tread on this pearly pink path
Hoping to gain friendship from the jilted lad
For there can only be one destined in my life
I alone will decipher and decide.
It's his kingly demeanor
Makes me esteem and want to be her
His queen and peace pipe
Smoking me all day all night
His kingly demeanor
How he demands me while
Begging in a sweet bass voice
His kingly demeanor
Fishing me from a lake of ladies
I will choose chocolate kisses
He chose me first
To be his Mrs.
Time will show how devine
His kind is.
Give thanks to the God of Abraham
With a juicy leg of lamb
He always keeps His word
With a bass voice have you heard?
What Actually Happened With Jesus?
Risen
Given.
Hear say
The way.
Recall
With all.
Claiming
Saying.
Resort
Retort.
Vocal
In fall.
Murdered
Slandered.
Upheld
Had gelled.
No dark
This lark.
Caring
Healing.
The poor
Have moor.
Healthcare
With dare.
All year
No fear.
Jesus
With us.
Jesus
Left us.
We suss
Drugs fuss.
Jesus
In us.
Not real;
By feel.
Alive
The hive.
Stories
Glories.
Talk talk,
Walk walk.
Righteous
Conscious.
Move all
The call.
Movement,
Advent.
Easter
Mister.
Hist’ry
Very.
Bass voice
No noise.
No pew
Your view.
Not seen
But keen.
Your choice
Your voice.
Bless Your Pea Pickin’ Heart
Bless your pea pickin’ heart,
That’s what Tennessee Ernie Ford
Would always say,
I watched his show religiously every day,
Back in 1965,
I’d come home from Kindergarten,
And turn on the TV,
To watch good ole Tennessee,
He was a good man with that great bass voice,
I loved to hear him sing “Sixteen Tons”,
“Red Roses for a Blue Lady” and many more,
I loved the wonderful stories he told,
Most of all I loved the way he ended the show,
“Bless Your Pea Pickin’ Heart!”
Celine Rose Mariotti
There once was a sweet little lass from Eire
Who had everything a man could desire
A mustache she wore
And biceps galore
With bass voice like that of the town crier
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Breezes WHISPER in the trees after cleansing rain;
FRAGRANCE of Wisteria WAFTS following rain
Thoughts of my love's LILTING bass voice WAFTING brings BLISS,
As FRAGRANT Wisteria comes with flowing rain
As SPLENDOR of sun peeking from behind a cloud;
The bright glow and warmth is as TRANQUILIZING rain
DULCET sun melts cares better than TRANQUILIZER___
Better even after a spring soft washing rain
ELOQUENCE of my love's romantic poems soothes the heart,
SUNFLOWER listens through LAVENDER flowing rain.