Inamorata you’re beguiling,
I greet hurkle-durkle so often;
That sweet vibrato is enthralling,
I have to capture it with my pen.
Lost myself to the affinity
to stay beside you every second,
let’s seduce this fine proclivity;
How is it you simply entice?
Your voice in the background will suffice.
How you move the rhythm as you sing!
Temperamental bells ease and soften,
it mellows out reality’s sting.
I indulge, taking no precaution.
Is it a stage personality
that has shaken my core and beckoned?
Sound has stolen my lucidity;
In flux over how I pay the price
to experience this paradise.
With a presence that is so winsome,
I have a penchant for keeping time;
My sweetheart your song resembles home.
Categories:
hurkle, emotions, romance, writing,
Form: Free verse
My friend Steve is a purple turtle,
He is my oldest friend.
His large house makes him hurkle,
no, Steve will never hurtle.
He has a family, they too are purple,
I am an elephant, but they let me into their circle.
We walk a lot, I stomp and he hirples,
We are friends forever, me and my purple turtle.
Dated - 17.01.2019
Categories:
hurkle, purple,
Form: Rhyme