I wake up at the crack of dawn
No need to have to yawn
My day starts early and I need to be strong
Because I only fight for what’s right and not what’s wrong
Hair up neat, above the collar and tight
It all needs to be just right
My uniform free from wrinkles and straight as can be
Remember freedom is not free
My boots laced up and tied tight
Its time for me to go out and fight.
Pants are bloused and tucked in
Some people think what I do is a sin
But what I do is fight for every one of you
Even if you think what I do is true
Early rise, head on pillow late, sometimes never.
But I know it won’t be forever
Proud to stand here and do this four our freedom
Even if people think I am a demon
I will continue to fight strong and proud
I will scream it for the whole world to hear it nice and loud
So stand tall and swallow your pride
Because I am fighting on your side.
it seemed like
two tight busted
bloused women
we're going to have
a round about but
a meaningful in
cluded very stout
woman broke it up
no one wants to watch
this she shouted as the
ratings plummeted about
but as soon as she left set
all that made
a difference
to what was
viewed
the two in fued seemed
to fuse together as we
segued to the voice of
Bob Hope singing
thanks
for the
mamories
My eyes now captured
Pertness shaped enticing me
Bloused now aroused
Thumb and finger now linger
Their captivity beckons
.
Soft and tender
Lovely to touch
But close to thorns
By the streams
Lies her breathe and
Flows kindly like water birds
Stages in the sky blues
In the isles of passion
Full of a thousand charms
Assuages courage and
Is of the cardiac
How ironic!
A pleasing dream of valor
Worthy achieving
But her long spells irk readers
Lives in the space sanctuary
Only traced by pink lovers
As she is bloused in virgin shades
A Home, once…
Beautiful, entertaining and pleasing
Graced with the old and young
Smiled with peace and comfort
Bloused with a brotherly gown
Sheltered neighbors and those from afar
Shared with and welcomed strangers
Adored with a palatial ambiance
Now in the literature of times
As a heart for the scary
Graveyards stretch-out its vicinity
Engraved with skull ornaments
Covered with aghast perfumes
Ghosts roam allover
With echoing voices
All roots far fetched.
“Quick smart struck onion!
You metronomous fishy tail!
You’ll not be taken in by me,
you fraudulent legume!”
I seemed to have soundly unsettled her
Set her mind cross firing, flailing
But it’s not such a thing to be nettled for
No reason for wail and paling
“Quick, smart, lush young-one!
You’re melodious, pithy, hale!
I’m already taken much with you;
please do let me resume!”
Still I unbloomered my hand and bloused it
Found her skin a singin’ an’ tinglin’
Thrilled firm and brazenly arouse-ed
Her dissent clearly dissemblin’
“Oh quick, start, rush lovin’!
My ‘band’s a louse, gritty, stale!
But he’ll not be taking long from now,
or so we should assume!”
That’s when I heard an unsettling foot step
Eared hobnail booting scooting
And so sought out the exit I 'ad free kept
Flash fear foul intention mooting
Quick; dark, hush, re-button!
Your ‘band sussed our betrayal!
I’d best be taking my leave ‘bout now,
I’ll see you in no time soon!”
A falling star met butter fingers,
kissed the pavement rain,
scorched threadbare pocket cloth,
dream vapour in the wet.
Dark smoke was all it brought
to dreary eyes of pain,
and tears crept with sloth
ancient as the sky.
Fresh bile around the grilles,
steaming sweet purgation,
foretell a future day
by entrails of clairvoyance.
A seeing eye fulfils
my blind imagination,
all cats by night are grey,
analogous charcoal shapes.
Someplace else, another room,
where I can spread like plague,
or go unnoticed, lean
old driftwood on the bar.
Sometimes you leave perfume,
a promise bloused and vague,
to linger sight unseen,
I sling my hook to home...
...where you supplant the reasons,
a spell invoked and blissed,
to conjure my induction,
becalm my raging sails.
My angel for all seasons,
components sorely missed,
in spite of this reduction,
no less my world, my love.
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