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Daffodil of your eye, hiraeth cried
Coracle of streamlines
Pili palas on your head
Twelve dwts cwtch buwch goch gota
A great cook is one who wears blinkers
With recipes one never tinkers
There are a few
Who dare and do
But results are usually stinkers
She is the uncharted Waters
-feeding the mists that lick at your ears, your eyes, your lips. Causing them to tingle with it's kiss.
Reserved for the day when the senses shall thirst for the fountains of the Deep.
Of living waters.
Of eternal spring.
FIRMAMENT-LING
Coursing through Eternities veins,
with a remembered song to sing.
The source of her effervescence;
God's Heart Strings.
It is a cascading symphony.
As she Flys like a deluge of welcome rain, in a deserted place of meaning, on Strange Wings.
Grasped in the fish monger’s fingers
The lingering ling cod now lingers
Knowing in the fingers of the fish monger
A ling cod will linger no longer
While we are old and spindling;
Trump did become a ding a ling
He set the pace,
For a basket case
Thinks of all is master and king.
Jim Horn
Trump Truly A Ding A Ling
Something about Trump seems so saddening;
World he has created that will be maddening;
Had to ask it,
Case in basket,
While being a ding a ling we were imagining.
Jim Horn
An eternal optimist I am, one day closer to spring
Hey, it ain't a lie, always look on the bright side of things
Could be a lot worse
Could be riding in a hearse
Little things count like the sound in your pocket of ching-a-ling
There was once a guy named Ling
Who liked to flip and sometimes sing
But he couldn't hold a note
And sounded like a billy goat
Folk in town didn't want to hear a thing
4-8-17
Alexis Y.
The world is full of ding-a-lings, are you sure you're not one
A self assessment will tell you, do you sometimes come undone
Do you get that uncontrollable urge
A feeling to strip naked emerge
If you think you're a prime candidate, better see a shrink on the run
© Jack Ellison 2015
Ho. Ho. Ho. Here we go,
blow off the calendar
for show.
Racy red, glazy green
and bright white
blaze into sight.
Hell's bells, boredom tells.
Yuletide pride takes a ride,
while leaves on trees
as yet yearn to turn
and Turkey Lurkey is still
wheezing in the freezer.
Save your sales
for a later date;
in return, you may earn
more green
than you've ever seen.
Cha Ching!
Ho. Ho. Ho. Here we go,
blow off the calendar
for show.
Racy red, glazy green
and bright white
blaze into sight.
Hell's bells, boredom tells.
Yuletide pride takes a ride,
while leaves on trees
as yet yearn to turn
and Turkey Lurkey is still
wheezing in the freezer.
Save your sales
for a later date;
in return, you may earn
more green
than you've ever seen.
Cha Ching!
My dear Xiao Ling .
The road awaits, it doth sing .
OH ! to spend this day with you – such pleasure !!!,
for me, it would be, what a wonderful treasure !!!
Harrison, patiently awaits our coming.
Acers of many coloured Tulips, beckoning.
The skies of soft Salvador Dali, blue,
waiting to shine down upon me and you.
B. J. “A” 2
April 18th 2014
Taimoor Ling
He was the bravest the strongest of all
He was the greatest and ruthless of all
He never failed nor feared the death
And the whole world followed his call
Not a tear came from his eye
When he saw so many die
He had no heart but just a stone
And yet he fought with heart alone
Every castle, every wall, every vessel
Before him fell
And his tale anyone can tell
Without any hassle
He ruled like a King
And lived like a beggar
He was Taimoor Ling
The two handed fighter
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Xiao Ling,
This black, wet night, you, a sad song, to me, did sing,
as I spent a painful hour on the outside of your tears,
wiping, kissing them dry, and wondering why?, what fears?,
did bring to the surface, a multitude of tear drops to your face.
A multitude of memories?, your life's journey?, me?, my place
in the larger scheme of things?, what were your thoughts?,
what had life taken?, what from life?, had you not got?
What was it Xiao Ling?, that created tears of sadness to sing
of what ever it was, that this life, the moment, to you did not bring.
Holding tightly, dancing, kissing - passions unfulfilled do sting !
B. J. "A" 2
November 10th 2009
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