I’m falling, falling for you, entangled
in your crisp and shapeliness, newfangled
light and heaviness. Underneath I hide
the quiver of my chin, where smiles reside.
Innocence plays upon my lips, cerise,
the color of the maple, of Maurice —
you see i try to please all of my friends,
too many to count, to many attend.
I used to climb each limb - each branch and lean
into the lemonshine, the ground unseen.
The scent of caramel, burnt sugar, spice.
Nay - likely ice-cold rain and paradise.
The frond is gone, the hoar frost near of heart.
The soar, light whip of float - the eye in part
travels with wind and scent. The boa wrap,
variegated color — I take a nap.
Snow-white bungalow - an arctic igloo.
I must be rescued - ash soot up the flue.
Serendipity through the heap.
I’d been dreaming - up through the leaves I leap.
8/3/2021
An interesting Couplet
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I put on my shoes one foot at a time
I slipped them on Bungalow Man by tying shoelaces
I stand I walk on after I stand
1/9/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr
dalliance in a bungalow; euphony.
our mellifluous voices blend and
no longer is mine demure
felicity fills our love lagoon
an effervescent elixir
that which is becoming of beauty
that, which is so ephemeral.
fugacious love succumbs to day
for when the gossamer web of amorance
turns chatoyant in sunlight,
their murmurous musings begin
and so we must reveal the imbroglio of our verboten affairs.
‘tis all clandestine, dear ingénue,
we found serenity by serendipity
and though our tryst succeeds the lullabies,
it must to languor yield by aurora
thus, let us savour this
dalliance in a bungalow, bucolic and aglow
with the tintinnabulation of your summery lilt.
our mellifluous voices blend and
no longer is mine demure
kine eyes of the moon
lamb’s blanket of starlight
rich dreams til sunrise
9/30/2018
We thank God for our bungalow
And its gorgeous views
We thank Him for this peaceful place
He knew which one to choose.
We thank Him for our needs He's met
While living in this place
And all the joy He gives us both
We thank him for His grace.
Bungalow Couple Redux
They weren’t talking at all, back then.
Deep in that house, they were conceiving their dwarfs,
not talking at all, back then.
And they’re not talking at all, right now.
Still in that house, they rearing their dwarfs,
not talking at all, right now.
And they won’t be talking again.
When the dwarfs break out they’ll stay in that house,
not moving, not talking again.
Donal Mahoney
Welcome to the bungalow of tender Isabel
Where we got so many cherry sparks,
Santa Terpsichora now is sitting with a pal
Drinking under the portrait of Richard Marx!
Many times repeat the words of very jolly song:
'Fly and dream about tender love!',
Feel here good and have all our funny moments! How?
Yes, let smile and kiss - we really now miss!
Welcome to the city of the fairy uncle George:
'Country, you are the bridge to future - Washington!'
Use this highway as all people flying on a Porsche
Or as children and Madonna on the new Don John!
Welcome to the motel of a tender Donna Rose
Where we also stay and sing with our friends,
Don Diego is sitting with a red and jolly nose
Smiling under the portrait of Lada Dance!
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