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I would like dark chocolate, but I need you
Cadbury alone won't do
I'll climb the Himalayan for you, because
When I'm with you, really with you
Grand Central can come in, yet fade thin, as
I bask with touch of you
Fierce, yet mild well-rounded honeybee
A die-hard Christian man forever, because,
From Okinawa to Timbuktu,
History's fiercest touch to your faith you've faced.
You're continental, universal
Unforgettably cultural
You're my drug of choice
Sweet chocolate could sedate one's voice
But you! You're not terribly sweet
Your bitter changes to firm treat,
Then I know for sure,
You're my Don Juan.
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Marriage
is being stuck in the elevator with that hot flirty associate
Clive Christian lux on him invigorating your senses
inviting muscles clearly designed on the twill tight shirt
his butt narrating all there is to know bout "his good loving."
he is the 'baller and the club manager'
and everything about him screams come get me baby
and everything in you screams "All ready for you papi!"
BUT
Finding the strength and courage to suppress all that want
closing eyes and recalling that ugly fight with your spouse this morning
and knowing too well you would rather go home to him/her even though you might not be getting none tonight.
Marriage is knowing the betray,the guilt,and the self-disgust that comes after the deed on temptation is not worth it!
Gladly Coming home to you baby after five!!!
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Epitaph
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A candle burns, for who tonight?
By Stanley Russell Harris
The new mad author
& A poetry soup honourably mentioned poet!
Its power is just a tiny flame.
It lights the darkness of the night.
Many sometimes then are lit.
Their light brightens where you live.
Some are lit to share our woes.
When lives are lost they are, you know.
That’s a sad time for all I say.
As those candles can’t light our way.
In church, the Advent candle is lit.
Proclaims the Christ child doesn’t it?
Peace on earth, goodwill to men!
Will we ever see that peace again?
I hope no roadside candle you do light.
I pray no more lives are lost alright.
I know they will, as all do not pray.
If all were true Christian no lives would they slay.
As all are not of one faith I say.
Fighting will go on until that last day.
And when your last breath stops you know.
A candle will be lit for you just so.
May its glow guide your spirit high?
To that place we go when we die.
Let that candle give your spirit light.
So you rest in Paradise that’s right.
A candle burns for you that night
A candle burns for you that's right.
A candle to give your spirit light.
A candle burns for who tonight?
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The day I saw you, I was made to understand that I am naive,
My long gown with a hair tie that looks like that of Magdalena I was wearing was said to be archaic,
Come out from the dark I heard like a Pentecostal pastor talking to a catholic Christian,
I wanted to stop being a Jew-man,
I needed them to stop calling me John,
I left my gown for a miniskirt, oh this is my first time,
The curve of my hip showed and they said she is hot ??,
To make me a hot girl I have to put on a top shirt that shows my breasts,
Or a spaghetti hand,
This is the first time I feel belonged,
Each year comes different package,
We have seen trousers which looks like an old okirika, tartared from the leg down,
This is how you made us look like mad people,
Oh you fashion, styling us into hell,
To the boys, you made them half naked, when they try to sag their trousers,
You brought leggings trousers that made us carry waterproof or lather like a woman selling grandnut in other wear you off,
You have caused that some of our girls are raped,
You have made many great men of God to be seduced,
You have made us see what should be protected,
Nothing is no longer covered under the sun, everything lies bare,
Tell us what you are turning us into?
What is the next of your styles?
I know one day you will make us go naked ??in your name,
But please allow me to pass out from this phase before you carry out your next notch.
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Sugar drops and colored gumballs,
An open skyline, an open convertible, and a white ragtop!
Black Perrelis, red caps, and spoked mag-frames,
Pacific Coast Highway, and her stairway to heaven!
A thousand charged horses on pure octane!
My deliverance, black rock cod, and pink champagne!
Her deliverance, Pacific Coast Highway, a stairway to heaven, and romance!
A storybook weekend, and my little red Corvette!
A white and pink plumeria flower, above the ear, and a few warm tears!
Matchbox, Hot Wheels, tracks and tracks, and Dad's Road and Track!
Boys and their silly toys, lost quarters, lost dimes, lost rhymes, and lost innocence!
Those magnificent men in their flying machines!
Liquid sunshine, Turtle Wax, Palmolive, and the softest hands!
Kid's glove leather, hands on leather, and zero to sixty in three or more!
Golden Gate Bridge lit at midnight, and Los Angeles rocking to soft jazz!
My little red Corvette, and my Mother's good sense!
An arching rainbow, a hidden valley, a tree house on Kauai!
From Grand Canyon, to Waimea Canyon, to tea with Diane Canyon!
Charley's Angels, Mae West, Some Like It Hot, from Twiggy to Marilyn Monroe!
Hey Joe DiMaggio, hey Mickey Mantle, hey Smoking Joe!
Pacific Coast Highway on any Sunday afternoon, and my choice of fresh fish!
From pink champagne, to Zinfindel, On Her Majesty's Secret Service!
Sean Connery at midnight, Mr. James Bond and a Russian scientist in love!
My little red Corvette, Hans Christian Anderson, and A Christmas Carol!
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