Raw! His red pen fetch for more top designs
Her paper squeezes and her table shakes
Thus, he fears to keep writing his free signs
She can't say if it sucks or really aches
Soon the paper becomes so wet in chain
And the depth of his free writing was deep
His cum couldn't appease her groaning pain
Yet, it was a violent and intense weep
Down the lane, it rocks and frequently rocks
Above the cliff is a roaring silence
And the pale innocent heart got more shocks
Of his unrelenting push drowning bunce
Should she vomits that messed love without trace
She will be ever thankful for the grace
© 2020
® Olábòsóyè Wèmímó Oláolúwá
She walks in beauty
Following the above silver rays
Her hope fastening with some alacrity
Feathers of smile gently sways
Between stardust accompany to ignite
The clear darkness of her walking lane
From distant heaven echoes her docile gait,
Convivial fairies salute her when pace wane,
Lull solitude with half soul comes to meet her
To revel the moment of whilst gather once
She embraces below chiliad of the stars
Kiss the moonlight and beg for morrow bunce
Again she follows back the silverware gleam
And she walks in beauty into her pleased beam.
Copyright © Dawa Zangpo | Year Posted 26/08/2018.
Everything's Big In Texas
I'd like to saddle up my horse...
Lope on down to Texas.
Pack my Peacemaker, (Colt of course)...
Oh! My solar plexus!
I'm told that everything down there
Is ALL, so much bigger...
Buildings, barns, boots, buckles, the Air...
And their whiskey jigger!
I flew to Fort Worth/Dallas once
Walked on 'the grassy knoll'...
Saw oil rigs making quite a bunce...
And armadillos roll!
Grasshoppers grow big down there,too.
Yup! I'm here to tell ya.
They're as big as a kangaroo...
Just like in Australia.
My trusty stud is all tacked up.
My mare's packed with extras.
With sunshine and a little luck
I'll see what's big in Texas!
3.8.2017©deborah burch
Dedicated to all my friends, and family,
in Texas
Soft keys pressed by soft fingers moving swiftly
eyes close and heart slows down for once
words are not flowing like they usually do
so the music fills lungs and I find a bunce
words are everywhere and my thoughts are lost
writing with the soft rhythm of the piano keys
relief passes over, for it feels like ecstasy
to write again like a passing breeze
my only comfort when the world is suffocating
the simple smile of a rhyme that makes sense
the beauty of the work that my fingers produce
the wonder of how the heart is so immense
soft keys pressed by soft fingers moving swiftly
eyes close, but my heart stays focused and ready
words are flowing faster than a silver waterfall
nonetheless they are sure, pure, and steady
it takes me back
we play on the rack
hand ball
bunce off the wall
its a kids game
not for fame
for fun you run
love it i know i did
SCHOOL YARD
AND THE KIDS
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