Best Surprize Poems
I will not give you the moon
rather I will give you moonlight
glowing on a calm sea
where the stars glittering gleams
lay on top of each wave, rolling onto the shore
where I will give you my most precious jewel
my heart
I will not give you the sun
rather I will give you romantic evenings
of candlelight whose flames
glow on the fallen leaves of Autumn
as wine is shared between lovers
where I will give you my most precious gift
my heart
I give my heart to you, its worthiness
Which holds such things yearning dreams are made of
To kiss you tender in love's warmest bliss
Where Angelic wings are formed to fly with love
I'll pause for the glorious glow in your eyes
That drips love softly from our beating heart
To welcome years of romantic surprize
Through glistening joy welcomed smiles impart
This love soaring far above earthly bond
Where dreamers dream of love never-ending
To always last forever and beyond
Even unto death as we're ascending
I will give to you all that I was
and all that I am
I have no diamonds or rubies red
I have only my most precious jewel to give
my heart
7/2/21
Whilst the sun wasn’t looking the moon rose high
She gathered the stars for the suns’ surprize
But the sun had already moved away
And she felt sorrow because it was his birthday
When the sun rose early at the break of dawn
The moon and the stars had long been gone
He could hear them crying vaguely in the distance
Don’t worry my darling we’ll meet together at eclipses’
Don’t think I don’t know of all your pain
I’ll rise up behind you make you smile again
And illuminate you and all of your friends
Because I know of your beautiful party plans
So the sun and the moon now meet at certain times
And all of their children come together and shine
Never will she ever weep again
For the sun loves the moon and they’re the best of friends
© Copyright KC.Leake
13th September 2015
All Rights Reserved
This is not my adoring partner.
This is not my best friend.
This is not my plan.
This is not my guiding light.
This is not my prize at the end of a long day.
This is not my adventurous lover.
This is not my solice amidst the chaos.
This is not my hug, wheather deserved or not.
This is not my companion.
This is not my share.
This is not my care.
This is not my surprize.
This is not my special moment.
This is not my bouquet of flowers.
This is not my longing for your touch.
This is not my unfailing thoughtfulness.
This is not my every Friday night date.
This is not my beautiful man.
This is not my potential.
This is not my reality.
Three minuuts is all me’ve got
to fix sense of it, alles not.
Whutis time in tru sens of tings
wen you and mestart to zings
of lifinluv of all that is,
or izunt, in this heady quiz?
Life’ll livun tillit diez
then whutstocomm in the skiez?
Dusto dust is whutis sade
anthen what – where dus dust go?
I dunno and don tinktha you do too.
I'd like to tinktha dust arrize – surprize!
Koment doz not define dedend.
Iznotso ezzy to defend it.
Dustit fliz, in air it blos
to landzen, feilsen, mountens too.
Life beginagin an then enden witit.
Three minuuts to hold dust in my heart.
Babe, your beautiful hair,
Shines so lovely in the sunlit air,
Your standing there,
Makes me stand and stare,
'cause you look so fine'
Each and everytime,
You're one of a kind, in every mans mind,
'cause babe you look so fine,
Yea babe, you look so fine,
You and those angel eyes,
There's no surprize, all the other guys,
Say you look so fine,
Babe your standing there,
Looks so lovely in the moonlit air,
Your skin so fair,
Makes me stand and stare,
'cause you look so fine,
And everytime,
You blow my mind, I'm not lyin',
'cause babe you look so fine,
Yea, you look so fine,
You and those angel eyes,
There's no surprize, all the other guys,
Say you look so fine,
Under stars of night, or daylight,
You look so fine, yea, babe you look so fine.
a few meeting here and there
a few kind words shown with care
each passing night of the summer
finally to find what i discovered
a few day dreams and fantasies
a few poetic themes and wishes to be
that simply vanished i could not see
but kindness always kept me hoping
the few times i tested my bravery
searching for that certian slavery
to give my heart and will
hoplessness could not kill
januarys cold winter night
found her sitting on summers site
joyful in that special mood
that extra nice that was extra smooth
she was surprized when i serenaded her
you should have seen her
wrap arms around my shoulders
i felt myself getting bolder and bolder
she kissed my cheek she kissed my neck
and took a moment to put on lip stick
we spoke of love and it's terrible ways
and how we made it through those uneasy days
who knows when we fell in love
maybe before then and it was a summer love
we held hands and made our confessions
though few the cold hours a wonderful lesson
we said "i love you's" that i knew were real
nothing except myself to make her feel
i finally found what i thought was forever lost
away to love someone and equally share the cost
we parted with "i love you " and the kiss of bliss
and with wondering and surprize that nite i missed
reaching to hold her from one block away
all day my thought of her stays and stays
walking home the next day yet colder still
passing by her house my wished it willed
she came out wishing me well
she had to be waiting of this i can tell
she hugged me and i asked for a kiss
forever on the lips and i will never miss
just for this moment who could ask for more than this
twentyfour hours of cold january bliss
I race around this track
To make the fastest lap
In powered muscle cars
You bet, I’m driving that
Wearing a fibre glassed rig
And a white cat suit
You can call me the stig
The fastest thing on route
You’ve never seen my face
It’s covered that's a shame
I’m always in disguise
My black tinted visor hides
The thrill upon my face
My big blue sparkling eyes
Full of this excitement
The element of surprize
Its super cars and silly stuff
Fast and furious driving tuff
I’m the stig and I’m in my mig
And I’ll snap your time like a twig
I think you’ve seen my show
The stars that come and go
Competing with each other
Round the track they must flow
To set a perfect time
Beat their rivals cross the line
To test their driving skills and
Do their best behind the wheels
Burning rubber at the start
Oh' my heart pounding fast
This adrenalin rushing through
I’m the stig, I’m super cool
Wheels spinning from the line
Tyres’ smoking, it’s a crime
Drifting around these corners
Sliding like skies on waters
Its super cars and silly stuff
Adventurous fun, sometimes tough
I love a challenge, don’t call my bluff
Cuz’ I’m the stig and I do my stuff
I've made a name for myself
Topgear, Topman
In Warsaw Poland do I stand
And yes I'm very well renown
Thirty foot high from the ground
I'm dressed up all in white
With my crash helmet on
I'm just out of sight
©Copyright KC.Leake
25th November 2014
All Rights Reserved
One fine day, me, Molly Coddle and my Goombah Pa Pa,
were sitting in The Cat In The Hat restaurant;
we gongoozled the men-you. " oh, I have collywobbles
in my tummy!" I said sort of loudly. (hint, hint)
Finally, our waiter Fuddy Duddy, (that is his name, honest)
so slowly, comes over, "What will you hatz?" He sayz;
I quickly place my odour, " I'll have a chocolaty lickety split,
a smellfungus burger with all the rigmarole with it;
and some fat-me-up fries!"And I slam close, the men-you.
Goombah Pa Pa lookz at his men-you for the longest time,
(oh la di la, whatz the brouhaha, just odour, I'm a thinking)
at last he sayz, "I'll have some kerfuffle tea, and some of
that skullduggary soup of the day and some shennanigan
pasta surprize!" And he slams the men-you closed, with a smile.
Fuddy Duddy nods and walks away with the speed of a snail,
(oh gobbleygook, my tummy is rumbling) when at last he;
is coming our way with a tray loaded with our meal- (rumble!)
when some doozy, klutz of a kid trips Fuddy Duddy, and
we have to skedaddle out of the way . . . or wear our food!
Goombah Pa Pa, canoozles me on the cheek. "Nevermind,
Molly Coddle, we'll just re-odour . . .
(oh collywobbles, I'm thinking, loudly)
Goombah Pa Pa, whispers, "patience is a virtue, Molly Coddle!"
(rumble!)
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March 18, 2017
Narrative/Molly Coddle and her Collywoobles
Copyright Protected, ID 885485
I Need A Cup of Seuss
Jerry T. Curtis,
Of joyous jewels, your heart fulfill
How lavish a gift of such an ore
The moment surprize has sent a chill
Through veins a newly opened door
To platters handed evermore
And diamonds fed on silver spoon
Your grace has come from heaven’s chore
Me? I’ll source my diamonds from the moon
Said: take the glad and easy pill
There’s so much more you’d best ignore
For knowledge may have quelled the thrill
That jewels are scattered on the floor
Of earth’s bedrock if you’d explore
Before the hands of men had hewn
The rocks you preciously adore
I’ll source my diamond from the moon
There’s pride in diamond polisher’s skill
To craft your gem without a flaw
The hands that play a craftsman’s trill
Between your hand and earths deep core
And now you ask for even more
For only platters make you swoon
Grace for grace you’re looking for
I’ll source my diamonds from the moon
What use were diamonds that you wore?
When adorned on you at gladdest noon
Those granted diamonds, I abhor
I’ll source my diamonds from the moon
Let’s make the most of this sign
There’s a blanket of cloud in the sky
The first drop of snow has fallen
Tiny crystals dazzling white
Rudolph is flying our way
There’s a present on Santa’s sleigh
Gifts to be wrapped put into sacks
So let’s make the most of this day
Let’s make the most of this time
It’s a message of peace from above
In this beautiful season bells chime
Remember God gave his gift of love
With mistletoe, crackers and wine
It’s magical with winter decorations
Those lights twinkling in the night
Let’s make the most of celebrations
Let’s make the most of this joy
Rejoice with the angels singing
Good tidings, hope for everyone
Best wishes and bountiful blessings
This Christmas is truly on its way
Carol singers on the streets with praise
Sparkling little eyes of surprize
Let’s make the most of this holiday
Happiness & Greetings To All
© Copyright KC.Leake
6th December 2014
All Rights Reserved
Here alone with nothing to call
my own with tears from
yesterday baby with did I do
and what did I say to make you
leave me this way
My heart don't beat as fast as
the drums why can't you
refresh my memories bring
back the light and that touch
that kept me alive and ready
I miss when you wake me up
with just one kiss stearing me
in my eyes like I was your feast
and least a year take it all
the way back when we first had
sex damn boy I was surprize
on the way you headle my
thighs pull me closer and softly
came inside
My first love and my first time
making grown up love it was
fun better then a walk in the
park holding hands I wish I can
repeat it again because I can't
stop thinking about the first
time
walking the plank on a pirate ship
one slip,point blank,i'm in deep dark sh..
shadows they curse me with torments and taunts
am i better off dead just swimming with sharks?
fins start to rise from black waters of death
i'm close to the edge and i can't catch my breath
paralyzed with paranoia
i can't fight or flee bite or bark
am i better off dead just swimming with sharks?
now poked,pushed, and prodded i'm forced now to act
do i stay on this ship and fight to my death?
do i plunge myself under and pray i don't die?
where does it end and when did it start?
am i better off dead just swimming with sharks?
brutal beasts they jeer at me
they're hungry for my flesh,they'll love to feast
the devil dances at my feet
while God above gives me His peace
He tells me to jump and it's not so hard
am i better off dead just swimming with sharks?
the cold water stings like pinpricks from needles
my mind and emotions rise up in upheavel
to my pleasent surprize there's no death or destruction
there's no hideous evil...
He closes their mouths like they were disabled
like prophets of old in rubbish filled parks
i am safe and secure...
swimming with sharks
Alas oh how grave and horrendous misfortune...
Relapse written all over whole
fudge besmirched countenance
American as apple pie garden variety troll
tell tale evidence eats away
at me heart and soul
argh so much for new year's resolution
straight and true healthy eating goal.
Lofty ambition to attain once upon time
coveted, prized, and
treasured toothpick physique,
no not necessarily becoming
thin as anorexic pencil necked geek
scores of years ago,
when yours truly resembled
quiet as mouse phantasmagorical
disembodied prepubescent freak
surreally bobbing long Battle Creek.
Morphological body distortion bid me
to allow, enable, and provide suicidal
grimly reaped tally ho
with feebly uttered see yawl
back in the day circa approximately
my thirteenth circuit round the sun,
I sought to disappear into cellular vacuole
formerly carefree boy
his loose higglety-pigglety
hogtied psyche psychological,
(not in yeast wryly bred) did unroll
severely psychological afflicted son
taxed his mama and papa where
somber appalling death knell
deathly silent lugubriously reverberated
figurative emotional bell toll,
Matthew Scott starved yet hungered
for sustenance of body, mind and soul.
Pact nearly signed, sealed,
and delivered signaling demise
(mine) unwittingly inflicting horrific guise
kickstarting pinteresting repercussions no lies
lifetime developmental delay no surprize
even now this aging baby boomer tries
to shake off pervasive thought process unwise
fending off punishing
self destructive reflexive urge
after experiencing wages
of culinary sin where surge
impossible mission just desserts to purge
thus sink dentures into sweet treat
taste buds relishing joie de vivre emerge
(think chocolate fudge) flashes me memory
prior lovely skull and crossbones
nearly acknowledged funereal dirge.
I am on a new day for this is the one that is here,i should be pleased as i have just opened my eyes my god its very bright what is the story ? has today got something good maybe a surprize not one of sorrow ,but one that keeps me alive,away from my sleep gets me out and abou't buzzing and laughing making others feel the same way ,let it PLEASE catch on and spread like a flu ,so the rest of whom they come into contact with can catch it to, a virus of happy thoughts that causes one to sing to hug all that is around you & not shy to tell them how they brightened your day, a bear hug given as you move on your merry way , reminding them to spread the germ for this needs to be shared, let the wind love distance of all other shores and when all have caught the happyness than we must also hug the trees for they hold the earth with roots so dear after all she is a pearl so beautiful alive with that of caring heart for everytime a loved one goes she cry the heavens with rain to feed the roots to grow the fruits ,we eat to see us through ,but happy virus may come to pass for one is not in that dream, i have just opened my eyes my god its very bright .
Phone chat of the past. Ringing ringing in the home high pitched sound the mother or another would scream for all to hear YA GET THE BLOODY PHONE ,running almost braking the neck to make the ring before it goes ,HELLO? LONG DISTANCE CALL ,that buzzing in the ear, can't stay long was always the first words said ,now the rest have now gathered round for each one would like a quick word, hows the weather your end ?a not so bad says you & yours? tell me this and tell me that and tell me nomore, oh & please tell the rest i sent me love ,and than the next one inline repeats the same word for word ,now all are concerned abou't the bill reminding the other, its a long DISTANCE call ,ah sure we better let ya go so ,for this is costing you a fortune,those were the phone chats of the past ,which always came with a surprize ,after all who could it be ? now a days the mod cons cell phones that do everything but cook the dinner ,so take me back way back to the phone chats of the past ,those long distance calls ,the ringing in the ear and that scream YA GET THE BLOODY PHONE .