And I loved him at that
March midnight, the one when spring was
late. They say she was caught up
in a reminiscent movie
—even love was black and white back then
What I wouldn’t give
for those days, side by side in
July's bliss, brewing
summer coffee. It had a hint of
tangerine. Isn't it miraculous? How
the bitter umber can carry
a note so refreshingly sweet—
Yes, dear, I know it's
utterly still bitter, but even he will agree:
After sips of numbing acrid
we were less sour than sweet
David was advised by his kin
the sling's the thing
if you want to win
tho' small as he was
without fear
he did let fly
and rocked Goliath's world
right between the eyes
before he had time
to come near
or even throw his spear
alone from afar David did fling
and with a single stone's throw
he let go one shot to the head
and brought the giant down
yea verily knocked him stone-cold dead
We met so suddenly once in a dream,
I never know what they mean,
I knew you were real when you told me your name,
But like most dreams, I cannot remember.
A voice so familiar, yet never heard,
We'd hardly spoken a word,
But enough to spark, in our hearts, passion's flame,
As I woke by the cruel dying embers.
#Was_just_a_fling
How confused am I now , when both my mind and heart presents a different version, to my sense, as I struggle to draw sense and understanding from this matter but there are just so many blanks and gaps, there's no coherent patches of my clearity as they are dispersed, I wish I could say yes but this just don't soaks in
no attachments! Why am I sensing roots underneath my heart, what's this collision of waves and frequencies, my body and mind catches, when a stroke of you flashes to my thought. Please don't tell me, I'm caught up in my own abnormalities, I wanna believe that but theres just too many uncertanities, blocking way to my acception, I wanna say yes but the 'no' in me, keeps changing the meaning of 'yes'
I wanna be honest but there's no honesty in denial, I wanna forget but that thought serves as a lid to my thoughts, then how could I, I wanna accept but then I don't understand, maybe I'm dripping, myb I'm illucinating, maybe that's the efffect of this confusion in me, this imbalance, this attachment, these roots, maybe it was just fling
#Poetic_Ink
Summer nearly gone
The past only mere whispers
Love echoes linger
First time I saw you - I don't recalL.
I do remember the light of lunA
Radiating upon your lovelinesS,
Seeming, like in a picture, to make time halT.
Then, years later, the eternal image oF
The somber shrinking last trace of you, girL,
In a slowly disappearing taxI -
Maybe, it will always feel too sooN...
Everything must have an endinG.
I feel like a polka dot stew!
The kids all make fun,
No matter what I do!
My skin color,
I can't change!
It's not as if I have mange.
My ancestors lived in another part of the world.
Ate other foods,
Of which no one here has heard.
The color of my skin was like everyone there,
Now I stand out,
Even my hair!
Helping people learn who I am,
Maybe the teasing will end!
Tender blooms unfold, petals soft as skin
Orange hues and yellows brighten up the scene
Pure warmth awakens, gentle as a kin
Rays of sunlight dance, and all is made serene
Birds sing sweet melodies, a chorus so fine
Echoing joy, a symphony divine
Fresh as the morning dew, and new as time
Hope eternal springs, a season sublime
Green shoots burst forth, a vibrant, living hue
Earth awakens, and all is made anew
Pure beauty radiates, a sight to view
Spring's splendor shines, a season fresh and true
"Spring drew on...and a greenness grew over those brown beds, which, freshening daily, suggested the thought that Hope traversed them at night, and left each morning brighter traces of her steps." —Charlotte Brontë
Spring heeds His voice,
Prepared to rejoice…
Spring showers wash away each fear,
Singing light across the new year…
Spring invites souls to the blessing,
As sun sings hope so impressing…
Spring whispers of His amazing,
Silencing the past, always praising…
Spring knows the time has come,
The dark of winter will succumb…
Spring risks the disgrace, the shame,
As the wind begins to play its game…
Spring, mostly alive with pleasure,
Restores the spirit’s joy, a treasure…
Spring erases all the tired,
Bringing new, it is inspired…
Spring’s smile, it is assured,
Brings peace that has endured…
Spring listens to His command,
Spreading glory, so great and grand…
Spring is God’s grace poured out,
On the heart who refuses to doubt!
Flower to flower like bird or bee
Absorbing sun power riding blue breeze
Solar smile sensual singing song
Attraction chemical mental stringing along
Time is on your side it is early spring
Pheromone delight eyes enchanting
Careful romeo or you’ll plant many seeds
Starting with Juliette ending with Eve
Yes, I will buy you a diamond ring
and a canary that hops and sings
ring a ding ding
lets have a fling
I'll kiss your feathers/caress your wings
Why Does Great Gods Above, A Trellis Fling
Romance to my quivering lips then took
Knowledge, words from that greatest holy book
Within the sky mountains a deep blue pool
Robin faltered was he indeed a fool
What fragrance the chill wind brought over
Jasmine, white roses and smell of clover
Why does great Gods above a trellis fling
That man in golden dreams demand more things
Earth gentle and mild its huge heart awakes
To mold diamonds and ever greater stakes
What more does cold North, its rhythmic wind sows
As the king hit with Herculean blows
With such force the druids their sharp swords slash
But even fallen angels wanted no cash
Whilst I wake while feeling gentle and mild
And my true heart sang out like a small child.
O' but then lost tapestry had been up high hung.
Artist painted all, even her own fork-tongue.
Robert J. Lindley, Rhyme
Oct 19th, 1977
Note- I composed this and sent a copy of it to my ex-girlfriend, Rachel.
She was a very good artist but we broke up over my talking to my good friend Joan.
Joan was just a good friend, as were her two brothers Larry and Floyd, we never even kissed. I dumped Rachel because she was too jealous.
Hello dear Jan how are you doing
Are you still dancing the highland fling
Once tried it in vain
Difficult with a cane
This oldie has a broken his mainspring
for Jan Allison
Jack And Sue's Fling In Park
Jack wanted to hit the ball with Sue
Though his bat was small he liked to woo
Sue liked long fly balls
Ones that hit the walls
When Jack took his swing Sue played it through
5/15/23
Funny, Bawdy or Humorous Limerick Poetry Contest
Sponsor-Tania Kitchin
What does a Scotsman wear under his kilt?
Is it Fruit of the Loom?
Is it nuthin'?
When it's cold does he cover himself with a quilt?
How much good Gaelic blood has been spilt
'cause he buried his Wee Willie up to the hilt
In a fair colleen's warm married muffin?
Author's note: Dear reader, after reading Linda Alice Fowler's delightful limerick "Kilt Atilt", I felt inspired to go into my archives and dig up this old chestnut.
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