It’s early July and what’s happening is
The weather’s so hot it will make your hair frizz
And perhaps even ruin that cold champagne fizz
At Taylor and Kelce’s “I do’s.”
Abe Lincoln sits gazing at water, now green,
With algae the worst anybody had seen
And you-know-who claiming his conscience is clean –
It’s vandals that one should accuse.
The National Mall has a Giant State Fair
But somehow the crowds aren’t showing up there.
Performers pulled out, for they’d rather be where
They’re not forced to air you-know-who’s views.
Though the temps may be broiling, an obvious fact,
And the wedding at Madison Square will distract,
The sad truth is the soon-to-be 4th has been stacked
With so much that it’s hard to enthuse.
For our country’s divided on every stage,
Which will make it a challenge for us to engage
And beneath all the fireworks, sorrow and rage
Will infuse all the red, white, and blues.
Sitting in a diner booth
Is cozy and inviting.
To me, such places are, in truth,
The tables most delighting.
When offered booth or table,
There’s no contest; I will choose
A booth which will enable
Me to chill out and enthuse.
At dinner, I like atmosphere
And candlelight and chairs,
A place to sip an ice-cold beer
And wait while food prepares.
Yet for breakfast or a lunchtime meal,
My preference tends to be
A diner with the main appeal
Of booths for friends and me.
My husband likes a table most
But will not raise his voice
When we end up in, you might have guessed,
A booth. (He has no choice!)
My red leather jacket
I’ve given away.
It wasn’t my fave
Though it fit me okay.
It’s hung in the closet
Unworn now for years
And a new owner likes it,
Or so it appears.
It makes me feel good
To hear someone enthuse
About something I’ve owned
But I no longer use.
Yet I still can’t give up
My suede jacket with fringe.
Its shoulder pads date it
Much more than a tinge.
I won’t wear it, but still
It transports me, and how!
To a time in my life
So much different from now.
Remind me, Lord – that You have heard, whatever comes, whatever this life brings, I know the King who writes His light over the spirit… gently revealing, a love that never leaves, a hope that always brings assurance of the King of Kings.
Let His blessings flow,
A river to sooth my soul
Lifting my heart, ‘tis all aglow
A spirit who’ll surely console
Let His blessings enthuse,
A joy who sparks the moon
Painting hearts in a gentle muse
Love that sing’s the sweetest tune
Let His blessings hush fears,
Writing the heart in affection
A life lived for Him, through the years
Remembering His love is perfection
Let His blessing still the shadows,
Caressing the spirit in a song
Revealing the One who once arose
To silence each tear, right all wrong
Let His blessings exalt
A kindness that comes from the heart
Writing the world without fault
His blessings of love will never depart
Let His blessings restore,
Every heart, every soul, everything
So that, this Jesus I adore
Is glorified – He’s my soul’s KING!
When good fortune rains down
On some family or friend,
We can share in their joy
And best wishes extend.
It’s a wonderful thing
To be in on the news
And be able to smile
And to proudly enthuse.
For we know they would be
In a similar vein
If good fortune on us would,
Instead of them, rain.
Ardor feels are divine
Bodies erotically entwine
Caresses eagerly connect
Desires meet to intersect
Emotions feed passion
Fondlings sassy fashion
Gasps praise movement
Hearts pump excitement
Intimate whispers tingle
Joining lips mingle
Kisses feed desire
Loins share ardor’s fire
Moving hips enthuse
Needy bodies fuse
Outcries express zeal
Pleasure pulses appeal
Quenched libidos slake
Ravenous wants take
Silk sensuality grooves
Tantalize rhythm moves
Unleashed hunger plunders
Velvet kisses thunder
Waves ebb and flow pleasure
Xanadu houses flesh treasure
Yearnings flame with lust
Zing intensifies thrust
September crashes through the seas,
Summer’s depths, carrying my dreams
Taking my regrets, with the breeze,
Breathing light across the tide’s streams.
October paints it’s fierce display,
Rusty leaves in stunning outbursts,
Trembling hues seem to gently pray.
Dancing with autumn’s tranquil firsts.
November calms with its grey brush,
Washing dawn with overcast blues,
Tempting us to see autumn’s flush,
Caressing the waves who enthuse.
This is the struggle with autumn,
Where souls sometimes hit rock bottom.
brimstones in the moring light
yellow tissues in jagged flight
buttercup,yellow cowslip
together mixed in fellowship
all
creative yellow to enthuse
one hue we artists* always elect to choose
Stir in me, the beautiful, the peace, the grace,
Silence fears and replace the shadows with faith,
Whisper music through me, songs I can embrace.
Rouse in me, the tender, the gentle God saith,
Gives cause to believe in His beloved Son,
Surreal, haunting love, feeling near a wraith.
Enthuse in me, wonder, oh, what He has done.
Love that lives forever destroyed darkness’ dread.
Once in heaven, I’ll know life has just begun.
Move me to believe that love for which He bled,
Silence every doubt and destroy all my fears,
Promise me truth from the bible that I’ve read.
Maestro, God with us, wipe away all my tears,
Create in me, love… that never disappears!
The waiting room is quiet;
The wall TV is off,
The only noise a conversation
Or a random cough.
Oh yes, the elevator beeps
When opening its door,
But otherwise, it’s peaceful,
Rarely noticed anymore.
I’m used to TV’s blaring
With a talk show or the news,
Which no one ever watches
As celebrities enthuse.
Yet today, I’m being treated
To civility and calm
Which, when visiting a doctor,
Is a lovely, welcome balm.
Moose Uber was the one we all waited to use.
Usually enthusiastic, he also could enthuse.
Chipmunk and skunk would jump on after infusing booze.
For, bear and weasel stared at bunny, salivating with ooze.
Moose Uber had one big rule. On his watch, no fights.
No bites out of little guys, he meant to wrong all the rights.
Can we just sniff the rabbit’s neck? The bear asked one time.
That was the end of his Moose Uber rides down hollow sublime.
The bunny had heard, and felt a bit threatened though.
So, he contracted with a new Uber in the hollow below.
Chipmunk and skunk asked him for that Uber guy’s name.
Bear had been sniffing their necks, so they did the same.
She walks through the dark damp humid tunnels. She stops as the stripped frayed clothes leave her almost naked. Her palms shoving against the rampart in the voids tunnels and shouting with enthuse let there be light. Like a flaring torch her eyes burn. Water rises through the tunnels rising with water to the outershell of the open garden. Blooming age of a new home of Madra where the pigeons fly and the elk headed apes whom robust claws cling. Can you hear your mother surrounded by her eggs for she declare us free.
Bulky ute voyeur selects sleek sporty stalion
Driving by, supersedes her oversized sedan
Wide wheel arches have Porche comparison
Voracious engine's enthuse easily enchants
Large car cast dispelled by lacklustre Calais
Original conjur 370Z parked beside boring
Low leg swing exclusive slide in, magic valet
Over revved start stabs adrenalin assuring
Our dear Dara, choice contacted in December
Available last minute to test drive his beast
Black gloss road boss, enlarged 'lungs' terror
Capable crazy bitumen baby, tester pleased
Ultimate Man concurs, the amenable outcome
Keys in her hand a few days after, aura froze
Couldn't imagine huge generosity from anyone
Racing car reap, increase on what she sows
Merry go round roads, another showoff slotted
Silver pole stabilised glides in Surfers cycle
Crosslane carousel onlookers, briefly besotted
By hot hoof nimble Nissan race horse style
28th March
Too Great of a Man
flights of fancy
enthuse,spawn
then trespass within
They were dream sirens who fit into everybody’s wheelhouse
Four dream quintessentials named for their special talents.
Are they faeries, goddesses or pixies? People asked sandman.
It did not matter; they were faith, love, hope and joy.
Faith gave dreams that helped people believe in the unseen.
Her special talent was to uplift, enthuse, and enlighten.
Spirituality was her base, she did not push personal doctrines.
Her sisters were amazed at her talents, they were magnificent.
Love gave husbands and wife mutual dreams.
Dreams that inspired words like dearest, beloved and honey.
Hope uplifted people’s expectations, inspiring dreams and wishes.
Joy added to their dreams with passion, enthusiasm and joy.
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