Your smile like morning flowers
Your nails like dripping blood
Diving deep into Your smile
Swallow each and every moment
I love they way you bite your lip
The moment You realize I made it thick
The meal I give to you today
I gratefully devour thy
Your taste like raspberries in summers heat
Your my favourite little treat
I have made a mess in your garden
Let me plant some seeds again
By early '71, or was it late '70?
I had fallen in love, or so I thought,
For the very last time.
From the summer of '69 until then,
Many short romances died on the vine.
Some of them came and were very pleasing
For a little while. But I must confess that
Some ended with questions at the end of
The trial; Questions of the type to which
There were no answers and from which one
Was forced to move on.
To the young and yet untested: To the beginner
With love not yet invested; I advise that you
Wait and not hurry love. Let love find you and
Lite gently upon your shoulders like a dove.
Duly noted that neither of you is hidden from view. I found my dream girl sitting in the pew.
To the restless and immature, too hasty to
Understand, be advised that just ahead lies
a relationship filled with much sorrow and
quicksand.
Romance is much too beautiful to be
Mared with sorrows. So, don't hurry.
Don't let me forget my purse
I'm sorry children I don't mean to be terse
Come down at once from that twisted tree
Mommy has a meeting to make by three
And oh, if your father's eyes could see
He'd tell you at once we must leave
Come, let us hurry along
There will be time enough to play
Once we are gone
Please do not hurry to grow up,
innocent days will pass like dust
in winds of time both swift and sure.
Bring me one more dandelion,
I'll make a wish for you to stay
within my heart if near or far.
If your laughter I could capture,
I would keep it locked in a safe
and bring it out on rainy days.
Innocent days will pass like dust,
bring me one more dandelion~
please do not hurry to grow up!
Dear Future Generations,
We were selfish and thought only of ourselves
This is why the ozone layer is dead, and you will soon be extinct.
Do not blame yourself for the abundance of rats and explosive landfills.
This too is our fault; we thought only of ourselves.
We were insane consumers, who bought everything in bulk.
Generations before us were busier; they did not have conveniences.
Everything was convenient for us – buying online was convenient.
Making meals was convenient, being selfish was convenient.
We thought of ourselves first, others last.
We were the first generation to do this, and you are paying for it.
We fracked and lumberjacked until the trees and veins of gold were gone.
Please do better than we did but hurry. Your time is limited thanks to us.
Sincerely, The selfish generation
Wait, Hurry,
Wait, Hurry,
.... What?!
Bring The Beat, Of Victory,
Times, .... Sought!
Slow down.
Catch your breath.
Going too fast.
To where? You don’t know!
But you’ve got to get there. Can’t be slow.
Can’t be late.
Hurry. Hurry. You have to do something.
Don’t know what.
But you want what you want – NOW.
It’s all about you. Be aware. Be wise.
Slow down.
You’re missing the best while striving for the unknown.
Heaven, hurry for the Kingdom
Unity, us
Rain, we
Roaming, radiant remedies
You — utopia and I
Patience…….
Nature does not
Hasten, yet all
Slowly done.
You say you're in a hurry,
and you want to pass a bus,
but you have a li'l worry -
A hiding cop - a mean cuss.
The bus displays a stop sign.
You think you have bad luck.
To pass it should be just fine.
The cop wants you to be stuck.
Hold on just a minute, ace.
Best to be a little late,
lest a life you can replace.
Now, shut your mouth and wait.
Hurry, get there on time
Can’t afford to be late
The world never waits
Move, hustle, push and shove
You’ve a date with love
Destiny requires a destination
a solution, resolution
betimes reconstitution
Move, hustle, push and shove
You’ve a date with love
States of agitation
test maturation
rise above defamation
Move, hustle, push and shove
You’ve a date with love…
It’s over, my fool
it never was cool
the world's ever cruel
Stella was gorgeous, like a valentine box
Charlie got his boots on, to accidentally run into her
What’s your hurry? Asked his mother.
Knowing full well who was out there.
You hold my hand
aware of capacity
for bonding
hands can do that
fingers fond conduits
palms firm suctions
of secure presence
hands yielding
while they also solidify
the mystery of divine
grasp – adhesive nature
of caring touch, giving
while receiving
taking possession with
tender balance of freedom
Love need never hurry
ageless and timeless
the Royal Flush of Hearts
Dragon tea with just the right amount of spice
sipped slowly by the sifting of the hourglass
each flavor is a burst on my tongue, how nice
to be able to enjoy this brew of muted brass
With a glass mug the color of emerald gleam
I can easily sit and day dream all day
giving my frazzled nerves a break I redeem
myself, as I drink leisurely at bay
Its Chai with a tidy bite of cinnamon and clove
as I sample at turtle pace I enjoy every bit
of this awesome refreshment, love, love, love
it, its my time out from the world as I know it
no greater pleasure than an afternoon of poetry
and a great cup of tea that you just can't hurry.
Dog
days of
summer are
lingering long,
taking their toll as
lethargy grabs hold.
So I pray:
Hurry
Fall!
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