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once while sailing on the sea
my sail boat sunk deserting me
i treaded water as long as i could
i needed something like a block of wood
but just when there was no hope left
just before my very last breath
there came beside me and lifted me up
a dolphin who would eventually
shore me up. i named him flipper
once while walking through the woods
i got lost like only i could
i did'nt know east from west
and concluded i was in a terrible mess
and to make things worse there began a terrible fire
get out of these wood's was my greatest desire
i was surounded by smoke and flames
and i knew that this was the end of the game
when then came running to my rescue
a great black horse, i jumped on him
that horse he took me straight to the barn
away from the fire, away from all harm
a boy came out and brushed his mane
i thanked the boy who told me Fury was his name
once when i was just a little boy
my daddy got me a puppy dog
a full blooded collie with papers and all
after that nothing was good enough
for me and my dog
we went here and we went there
the people they loved us everywhere
when ever i talked it was like he knew what i was saying
late at night while we look at the star's
we would have conversations
one night i had a diabedic sesure
no one to help except my dog
he knocked the phone off the reciever and dialed 911
my dog lassie saved me from certian death
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This year for a vacation
Camping we did go.
It didn't have my vote,
I was outnumbered, wouldn't you know.
Camping is relaxing
And fun at any age.
Trying to start a fire
With two sticks and burning rage.
The fish, they won't bite
But the bugs certainly do.
And beans cooked over a campfire
Definitely taste like glue.
The weather man's an idiot,
Sunny and clear he said.
If I'd been warned about monsoons
I'd have stayed at home in bed.
The sunstroke from this afternoon
Has left me weak and sore.
At night the temperature drops
Forty degrees or more.
Would someone please explain
Why I thought this would be fun.
The people at the next campsite
Are showing off their gun.
They say they have a new dog
They got him just last week.
A cougar ate the last one
Who apparently was meek.
The lake is full of parasites,
Perhaps they ate the fish.
Vacation time next year
Maybe I'll get my wish.
While everyone else goes camping,
Off having all that fun,
I'll head off to a resort
And soak me up some sun.
p.s. based on true events
written Aug.10/2010 ,by Francine Roberts
entered in Constance's "Why oh Why" contest
***BEWARE***
I saw the eyes as they called for me,
I felt the nearness as she
Smiled at me,
With undying love for passionate bliss.
Carried away by the moonlight in her eyes,
"another Adam to me you are"
She whispered quietly in my listening ears,
As she drew me to her sweating, swollen,
Crystal chest..."Eve?" my conscience
Asked me within, yet overwhelmed by
Her milky fleshy lips... i ignored my conscience.
Now am deep deeper in, deepest in
Her adamant capturing Eden....
I ate her candy, really sweet and spicy,
But am no more the best among the rest.
The Eve has slacken me to a slave,
Am no more brave,
Am starting from the cradle,
Oh! my conscience...
"where are thou?
For in this hole, i hardly see the light".
FOR JOHN HECK'S POETRY CONTEST
(JADED PARTITIONS).
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FOR EVERY SHE AND EVERY HE, SHINE YOUR EYES, BEFORE
YOU BITE THE APPLE.
there is a little madness that sleeps inside my head
and it awakes and talks to me each night I go to bed
it speaks to me of heroes and the journeys that they take
from quiet sleep in forests deep it begs me now awake
its gentle tugs pull back the sheets as if by unseen hand
and whispers softly in my ear oh yes I understand
adventures unbelievable in wondrous lucid dreams
and there be dragons there to slay l wonder what that means
I now look forward to the night and madness as a friend
and should I die before I wake it may not be the end
for now there is a place I’ve seen just past the forest stand
where madness and adventure wait beyond the things of man
This is a beautiful place that is dry and sunny.
It’s an historical region dating back to antiquity.
We are on the Mediterranean island of Sicily.
It is the very southernmost tip of Italy.
Two men who wanted to see my father dead,
met their own demise with shots in the head.
Each body lay in a restaurant devoid of a soul.
I was the one who played the murderer’s role.
As a war ended here, another began back home.
Clandestinely, I was brought here to roam.
My father’s enemies would like to see me dead.
Because of this, there is a large bounty on my head.
I am hiding near a small village called Corleone.
This is the birthplace of my ancestral family.
My bodyguards and I walk through the country.
As far as their loyalty, there is room for doubt.
For a high enough price, they can sell me out.
The sight of a beauty started a fire burning.
For this maiden, there is now a strong yearning.
This chance encounter has begun a new game.
I want her now that I know Apollonia is her name.
Based on the novel "The Godfather" by the late Mario Puzo
Unable to imagine attempting the steep descent before me;
I furtively follow a turquoise topped Canadian cabinetmaker
and her Aussie friend discuss a chair lift down?
With a grumble and groan
I realize there must have been a chair lift up!
After one aborted boarding of the lift
Pay, pay, one had to pay!
Where to pay? How to pay!
Ahhhhhhh, here silly Gaijin, pay here!
I grab the circling chair; hold tight to my “go bag”
and clamber to the seat.
And away we go. Echoes of Jackie Gelson!
I watch the wee ones whoosh and bounce by
swinging their stocking covered legs
adjusting their baseball caps “Go Tigers!”
“Take me out to the ball game wheedles its way
into my frontal lobes
The lyrics printed on the wall of a building
beside the train station (in English)
running pell-mell from mind to hum.
The lifted landed me with a running stop.
within an atrium on the top floor of a modern building.
Somewhere?
Oopps.
Been out ta sea for many a month
Wid me pirate mates
Docked in town with treasure trunks
Out ta find some dates.
How’d ye like to meet my Peg,
No, she’s not me wife
That’s the name o’ my wooden leg
I carved it wid me knife.
This patch on me eye is just a trick
Ta make me look real tough
I know me beard is a little thick
And infested with some stuff.
But a pirate I be and we ain’t so clean
And haven’t been wid a woman in a year
So if ya want some of me treasures and you know what I mean
Come sit wid me over here.
We be leaving soon to steal and plunder
I ain’t got all night ya know
The Jolly Roger is the flag we be under
So just go wid the flow.
You can tell ‘em I made ya at the tip of me knife
And forced ‘ya in me bed
But we both know you wanta be a pirate’s wife
Just for the weekend ahead.
STRAWBERRY
Can you feel the warmness of the sun,
reflecting off the red tones of my hair.
The sun touching the edge of my toes!
My seasons true nature ignited by a layer of flares.
Can you feel the stars shine for me at night?
While the moon beams a color of envy.
Can you see me lost underneath the crimson tide in the clouds.
Some where out there my eyes wonder for you.
Can you feel the fresh bruise in my strawberry heart?
As it bleeds every day just for you!
Wondering if life can ever be sweet like sugar and glue.
Crying under the night and its skies is how it would seem.
Lost in a midnight red field in a forever dream.
Can you feel the texture of my wounds?
They feel rugged like rocky mountain sour berries.
Covered in daiquiri as I drown under the rivers current.
Attracting canaries to enjoy my wild strawberries.
Can you feel the wings of my broken dreams?
Here I am falling off the cliff and the feeling of love.
Abandoned like a batch of strawberries for its flaws.
Do you see me standing with a sad look.
Can I show you all them hammer hits I took.
That will be the end of story, to my book.
How my strawberries have beauty that you over looked.
by; p.d.
On the crest of a wave
On the threshold of a dream
On the edge of reality
And fantasy it seems
On the outskirts of the universe
At the bottom of the sea
I search for someone
And I found me
Upon a billowing cloud top
Or on the rainbows edge
The branch of a redwood
Or the leaf on a hedge
Deep inside the shadows of a lunar eclipse
At the very end of my own fingertips
I search out with vision
And then I lose sight
Looking for meaning in the darkness of night
It seems that life’s illusion s
Clouded thoughts and dreams
Are not quite what we thought they would be
They are seldom what they seem
Looking on the inside, searching all around
Emotions and notions they seem to confound
With my eyes wide open and my mind at play
Will I find what I am looking for ?
will I find it all to day?
In my daily quest, will I like what I see
Or simply let my mind wander
To fulfill some fantasy
Grasping for reality feeling its bite
Guiding me though my day
Filling my appetite for life
As the sun is slowly sinking
And setting in the west
I imagine myself leaping from star to star
connecting the dots at rest
My imagination takes me away
To the lightness of my dreams
A long sojourn into the night
Dancing on silvery moonbeams
And when this night is over
I will awaken with a smile
With the start of a new day
With hope and grace and style
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I like turbulent things
storms that howl
in thundering winds
and cracks of light
that I can see in
I like mystery
and intrigue too
I like it eyes open
and looking at you
I like minds spoken
and sharing views
but when it’s firm
it’s just us two.
I like to push
and be pushed back
I like to seesaw
on a one way track
running on empty
gaining no slack
... it drives me
exhausts me
and makes me
give up
but I like to cry
and see just what
I’m really made of
I like it in comfort
with pressure to grow
I like it in heels
after wine and a show
I like a rough see
and I like to grow
...it calms me
knowing what
to expect
and I like showing
that I’m Nature’s pet
and I like my feet
in the sand when I’m wet
and I like my hands
on a man you can bet
...it turns me on
a turbulent see
and when I’m calm
it’s the other me
and when I’m wrong
you’ll never hear
a longer stance
then just before
“you’re right dear”
...but I’ll mean it.
I know what I’m like.
”...c’mon Professor,
I’m bord; ...”
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