Hypnotize me… if you can, please….
to tell you, my childhood tale…a tale of love…
a romantic one, a lost love. Heroic! you may say
Weird! Whisper some others.
A child’s romantic love! A stale tale….?
Laities may say, yet a tale astral lovers love.
See my thighs… if not sure, see my back…
You may still see signs of this “weird” love.
ah, pains of love, the price I paid for my love,
but I knew my love, sure, would sooth my woes.
Brekekekex koax – koax: her secret morning call,
only we lovers knew; bowers knew too.
I could see her draping, green gown
through the beams of my home … bars of my jail.
We lovers, hovered long hours: under bowers;
sitting on briars; hiding in thickets, hedges;
running all along the widespread valley;
diving in streams, brooks; and counting…stars.
So romantic was our love. So Green was it!
But as any other child’s love, “Romeo & Juliet
Love,” you may say, our love had a great fall,
………………………………….a tragic fall.
Dec. 10, 2020
Story from Your Childhood Poetry Contest
Contest sponsor: L Milton Hankins
He comes rolling around
I hear the wheels, I know the sound
Everyone clears out of the way
Except me, I stand my ground
With a smile and stay
We talk and laugh and debate all day
Drinkin coffees and sometimes cafe laities
Now people look and see him there
I see only a friend who loves and cares
Autistic they say, yet I am blind
I see only a man who is strong and kind
Now I may be a fool, but that's ok
With a friend as that, I got lots to say
I tell him this and I tell him that
He tells me stories, and that's a fact
Now I may not be the most patient man
Yet he, is one who somehow understands
As violins play he dances and sways
Dreaming of times where enfants joued
Knowing the world has its cruel days
He kept his smile, through spring to may
In life's sorrows, we both sit in silence
As times keeps moving and slips away