Porque no cantar? Por favor, para mi?
A ring of joy protects and surrounds you.
Expose every exquisite concierto within,
I want the tip of your emotion on my skin.
A ring of joy protects and surrounds you,
the audience will in a wink be swooning.
I want the tip of your emotion on my skin,
Ayyy que rico, why can’t this just be mine?
The audience will in a wink be swooning,
you’re contagious and at once addictive.
Ayyy que rico, why can’t this just be mine?
Eager, I was never taught how to share.
You’re contagious and at once addictive,
give me everything inside that mouth.
Eager, I was never taught how to share,
lo siento pero pardon all this honesty.
Give me everything inside that mouth,
expose every exquisite concierto within.
Lo siento pero pardon all this honesty.
Porque no cantar? Por favor, para mi?
I am going to fly until I cannot fly any more
In a wink she was gone, my cousin Lenore
She was an expert at brooming and it was her turn
I heard years later that she broke her neck in a giant gray urn
Apparently, her landing was not the best that fall
Luckily, she was in Iowa City, with a surgeon with gall
Named Dr. Kawasaki, he was brilliant with a broken neck.
She flew back in after surgery, and we all ran to inspect….
Yes, she was healing well, the result of a miraculous doc.
Now I have to raise money, she said, to get my broom out of hock.
It seems she had to pay a bit of the enormous expense.
University of Iowa Hospitals requires dollars, not cents.
Words unravel in the air
in a wink, no longer there
Not so telepathic communication
in heartfelt seeds ~ germination
A day goes by in a wink,
Did I maybe have a heavy drink?
How Did I end up here among these shrinks?
For, everyone seems to know and say what I think.
My thoughts go wandering
To the good old days so mesmerizing.
We had our share of mischiefs and wrong doings,
Yet things always looked to turn out gleaming.
Were those memories of lost past?
Or of a different dimension for this universe is Vast.
The times I had basked in peace come at me so fast,
I am left standing at the edge wondering why did they not last?
A week passes by and so does a decade
I look for an escape that could end this façade.
I twist and turn on my bed hoping my existence would fade
Hoping I could simply wake up on the other side of this arcade.
Feline on the Town
8/21/2023
Tried to bathe cat in my kitchen sink,
She ran out the back door in a wink!
Kitty, my kitty,you are bad.
Too much beer you indeed had!
Here you recline in public,very stoned.
Taking you home right now, to atone!
Thou airy ship, thou whitish mist!
Thou float on ocean and the dale
Thou art a painting by my Lord!
A painting which is not for sale
Thou sooth the hearts of all on earth
Thou heaths and meadows irrigate
Thy castle is in airy field
From earth and heaven isolate
O sailing boat, o shroud of earth
Thou child of sky and forlorn sea
Thou fly with gales soon after birth
O thou that in a wink can flee
In 2006, Israel pulled out of Gaza
liberating the Gazans
at the behest of noble global statesmen 'round the world ...
In a wink, Hamas swooped in and seized all power
dousing freedom's new-lit flame
Promoting violent resistance against the Jewish State
Death to all the Jews, the Israelis ...
Wars every two years or so since, another has just started
But does the world give two cents
Are its leaders sorry that from Gaza Israel parted
No, no, never. They just shriek at Bibi Netanyahu
Promising revenge 'and more' on Facebook and Yahoo
In fact, they demand that Israel leave the West Bank too
Won't let Israel defend itself ~ for them, that's nothing new
summer was over in a wink
and dreams would get left behind
stranded and forgotten
that's just the way of it
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
From age one to three
Your life's barely startin',
But it kicks into gear
When you clear kindergarten.
Then on to primary, grade school,
And each stage in between,
'til you make it to twelve,
And then finally thirteen.
You've had sex once, you shave,
You think life has begun
When you burst out of twenty
And into twenty-one.
Then something horrible happens,
It's the end of the line.
OMG! You are thirty,
Whither, whence twenty-nine?
From thirty the decades
Fly by in a wink,
But before into dotage
You totally sink,
Try thinking of eighty
As the new forty-two,
And get up off your bum…
You've still got things to do.
Winter’s morning brought a sight to the old woman’s eyes
It was a fairy riding a bunny, what a photographer’s prize!
She ran for her camera after seeing them from her kitchen sink.
But the second she aimed it, they were gone in a wink.
She tried to explain what she saw to her husband of course
Her enthusiasm was enormous, at least seven hands high.
He smiled at her and said “I would love to sell you an aqua horse”.
The bunny and fairy rose in the air and waved as they flew by.
Serenader
Free Verse
The Serenader strums his guitar
Under the light of the silvery moon
And the starry night sky so bright
Singing a melodious song to the maiden he loves.
I am a serenader but I am out of tune
I can compose a song, but cannot sing with tune
I can strum a guitar but with no meaning at all
I am a serenader of the millennium.
I can write a song and give it to a lady
By using the modern technology
I will compose my song/ poem
And send it to poetrysoup.com
To let her know how much I really love her.
When I make a poem, I talk to the birds
And listen to their tweets and chirps
I also listen to the breeze of the air
I talk to flowers for hours to get an inspiration.
I am now ready to send my poem/song
In a wink of an eye she will know my love so tender
Poetrysoup.com please open your wings and fly
Wake her up, turn on her computer, my poem is on the mail.
Thank you so much Poetrysoup.com
You made me a serenader of the Millennium.
What would we do without our friendships
It'd sure be a lonely existence
Life would have no meaning, no purpose
No one to brag to for instance
To brag about all our many successes
To talk to when things go wrong
A shoulder to cry on every once in a while
We don't always sing happy songs
It's really quite normal and actually healthy
These feelings of angst and despair
It wouldn't be normal if it was always upbeat
So it's good to be able to share
Why do we need these really close friends
Kind of obvious wouldn't you think
No one's a solitary ship on the ocean
Need friends to help in a wink
That's why this site is so important to me
The friendships I've made through the years
So hard to replace, this unique li'l group
My P-Soup friends are so very dear
mothers day pilot pam bass
feeling a bit bored and crass
flew east in a wink
right into the drink
losing her sons boarding pass.
A Shout into the Void
A shout into the colorless void between Eden and exile,
Between exile and eternity,
By the eternal hero
Like faith leaping milestones from the lion’s head
In the conjugal joining of Heaven’s sighs
In Hosanna’s Glorias
In the midnight where my wandering spirit
Leaves no footprints in blank shadows
Now no room in this vacuum for nothing
But the triumphant yell of grace.
Mute words once swallowed
A living exclamation point
To punctuate a tiny cry
From the jewel of the creator’s creation
Shattering emptiness
In a wink from the everlasting Genesis
Anticipation in waiting
Leaping into my fractal space
To catch my hurtling free fall
Into bottomless vast valleys of lost gravity.
Nativity spreads white wings
In expressions of prophetic prophecy
Between two distant edges
Devoid of destination and of definition,
Only silhouettes of fleeting emptiness,
Until
Mercy’s advent
Swaddles teardrops turned into crystal gems
Of everlasting joy
Echoing in the shattered void.
12-27-21
Contest: Pick a Title
Theme chosen: A shout into the Void
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Restless ghostly night,
whilst full moon hangs bright
drench in yellow with fright.
The hour of All Hallow's Eve
has chimed like a venal thieve;
all in wild frenzy they leave.
A shrill whistle in the distance
behest by spirits persistence
and wicked witches on broom assistance.
Those brave to be out in the dark,
stumble in their steps they mark,
as lanterns in trembling fingers spark.
Twilight soul into burnt cinder
shadows and ghost linger,
as cowering frightened dogs whimper.
Luminously yellow eyes blaze,
of the alluring vampire's gaze,
in the dark a hypnotic maze.
Goblins, gnomes, and black fairies
dance around blood-red berries;
a chilling ritual mummeries.
Standing in the moonlight there,
a few feet from toadstools; a pixie pair,
merry tricksters everywhere.
Waxen daylight creeps across the sky,
arise a yawn from sneaking dawn nigh.
Gone, in a wink All Hallow's Eve cunning and sly
10/25/2021
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