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Young Bobby Lee, loved Patty McGee;
They were married in the spring of eighty-three;
Auburn locks and pretty as you please;
Patty was a looker, complete with sharp tongue;
Her greatest bi-ch was they were not rich;
Bobby was no lay about and worked hard every year;
The money came in, but Patty had an itch;
And though they never lacked for beer;
Patty wore a frown from ear to ear.
On the day he found out it filled him with glee;
When Patty told Bobby their two would become three;
They named the boy Tommy, Patty was a Mommy;
Yet, Patty still burnished a God-awful frown;
What were the odds? What was the chance?
When Patty saw Tommy, it was hate at first glance.
For her Tommy wore no princely crown;
She could tell right away the boy was down.
As the years expunged, Patty’s serrated tongue,
Cut Bobby into pieces. She ate up his fun until he was done;
For he came home each evening chockful of dread;
Till one fateful morning Patty found him dead in their bed;
He held tight a note written in red;
Patty ripped it away to see what it said;
Be good to Tommy, be a nice Mommy;
Make the insurance man pay.
You’ll finally be rich, which I know is your itch;
I only wish you could have loved me anyway!
The money was fine, and Patty sublime;
Until the funds ran dry;
Then she did rant and turn on a dime;
To Tommy she was, both cruel and unkind;
Her hate for him a mortal crime;
It came to a head, on that day of dread;
When Tommy turned sixteen;
Mommy tore up his heart, shredded it apart;
The scars they would not mend;
Tommy had a friend, by the name of Ben;
To his house he did wonder out;
He found a Marlin and some lead;
And home he did tread with his score;
He met his Mommy at the door;
She swore at him as he turned about,
And whacked her stiff and stout;
Mommy went down hard upon her back;
And before she could rally to finish her attack;
Tommy stuck some lead right in her head,
And as he headed off to bed.
Feeling no sadness, feeling no dread;
He softly whispered and this did say;
She could have loved me anyway.
My Beloved
Take me to the memory
A never lasting dream
which lived in yester yesterday
long before destiny took its toll
and footprints marked separate paths
Take me back to that December night
when We ran holding hands
to the cottage down the hill
by fields of evergreen
I am there,You are too
Kissing snowflakes from my lips
as moonglow shadows fall
upon silk wisps of auburn hair
How can I not remember
your palm's gentle rub
brushing raindrops
which trickled ever so slow
across the inner of my sigh
I can still smell the scent
of your warm breath upon my neck's nape
(Honey and Lemon)
I can still hear the hush hushed whisper
'neath the tender of my ear
Still live the feeling of your fading kiss
upon each flutter of my lash
My beloved
Carry me back to those sheets
which know the colour of your eyes
Let me travel to the cradle
of those arms and perfumed wine
Let me travel to that smile
within the blossom of your heart
(Scattered petals in a breeze
where velvet embers never sleep)
Let my slippery fingers slide
to the soft hairs of your back
as you unbutton my last piece of innocence
as the corners of your mouth fulfill with juices
from the crimson of ripe peaches
As my soul opens to fire,and you enter into flames
My Beloved
Take me to that night
where I tickled your wilderness
Where you sank in my deepest
Where our sin was sacred
and lust carried no shame
Pasionata is a re-post of an oldie of mine,thought to post it again
till I am mused to write something new :)
Hello , POETS and POETESSES : as my host would say
I have been asked to speak in his stead take it as you may
Like many other Hearts I have known infatuation and Love
Of course I know only of my host’s Love, blessed by God above
I remember his eyes first beheld Her auburn hair, emerald eyes
I leapt, fluttered uncontrollably I never felt warmer : Closer to YOU
Every time my host even thought about LENORE ( LOVE at Sunrise?)
I would receive a Heavenly shower Of Blessings and Glory LOVE YOU
When it was time to write a POEM for his Beloved LENORE “I raced”
I learned to speak to my host : suggestions Clarity he would listen to me
And I would take the LOVE of his POEMS and bury it deep within my Soul
Using Love as nourishment , strength, the Knowledge of ETERNAL LOVE
The most Wonderful Day I Eternally Remember : August 25, 1971
The day my host Married his Dearest Most Only Beloved “ L E N O R E “
I was up early Beating in a panicky, Frantically, Sort a way: I’ve never done
It was a Beautiful day in the Blue Carribean Sky mirrors ocean mirrors Sky
Author's Note : This could be a four part POEM or it can end here I will ask for YOUR
Comments to decide Beating for YOU :A POET'S HEART
The Tenth month
What is there to say about
about a perfect day, the first of October
when the sun is infused with silver
A few cumuli look like a bride's belt
a sky that has pale blueness
bathed in the mystical haziness of dreams
The limitless seeking understanding
why oak leaves fall and grass takes
on the color auburn and lemon hue
In supple silence, I hear animals getting
ready for a white landscape, the long
rest before a new spring explodes
Do not sleep this day be aware, feel
the dust free air and nuanced harmony
of a moment that will not reappear
As I walked through the ‘PEARLY GATES” and saw :LENORE on the far shore
Waving exuberantly, running atop the Aqua Blue, tranquil “ Ocean of Heaven “
Running toward me: long Auburn hair flowing : Jade green eyes, Sparkling
My HEART leaps as I too run atop the Aqua Blue, tranquil “ Ocean of Heaven “
Our arms wide open, gliding towards Togetherness, a Oneness with G O D
We Embrace, a Brilliant Heavenly LIGHT explodes: Cascading o’er the Universe
The Saints, Angels and Arch-Angels singing Exaltations to the Almighty G O D
Hymns becomes whispers LENORE and I ENTWINE, Her warmth Radiates
Our Kiss erases a Lifetime of Sorrow pain agony LONELINESS for all ETERNITY
WE become one entity with the FATHER, SON, HOLY SPIRIT
THANK-YOU G O D for YOUR Agape Love for L E N O R E and I
Blessings to all living in an Earthly REALM
Altering air patterns
Crispier dusk tones
Nights’ earlier onsets
Sun’s late rises
Changing leaf colors
Trees’ fiery flairs
Scattered acorns and pine needles
Halloween is around the corner
Ghosts and vampires
Goblins, ghouls and skeletons
Webs of humongous spiders
Witches and Jack-o’-lanterns
Black cats lurk
Spooky bats and owls flutter
Crescent moon’s shiny silver
Halloween is around the corner
Pumpkin shades of orange, auburn and ginger
costume displays in stores
Candy containers in shops’ every corner
Eager children gearing up
Sweet scents from burning candles
Aromas of pies cooked with cinnamon
Spicy warm apple cider
Halloween is around the corner
sunlight filters softly down
softly on the mists swirling around
cool droplets form everywhere
sparkling jewels in morning light
moisture from the cleansing rain
that in the night time here did fall
leaving a chill upon my skin
cooling in the morning breeze
perfume of flowers fills the air
and of rich soil moist and brown
memories tickle within my thoughts
of many things that have been
of auburn hair so rich and full
scent of which while holding her close
her head bent down against my chest
my head lowered within her curls
of feeling her warmth within my arms
soft full firmness pressed against me
two hearts beating together as one
inflamed breaths mingling together
the taste of her upon my tongue
of soft lingering kisses
and of passions burning hot
still within my memories lived
soft green grasses growing long
in the gentle breeze do wave
where we have laid in passions hot
as warm sunlight upon us fell
from the mists her voice does call
that she quickly returns unto me
and together we once again will be
and together our hopes will swell
She was a teen girl from Oklahoma
Of copper bronze skin with auburn-red hair
Such a pretty girl dreamed of marriage
But she had a job to do taking care of a newborn cousin
such a pretty girl Annie Bell
This was in the 1950's
While on break she was looking for a prince charming
she's the queen of the ball
such a pretty girl Annie Bell
She met a older man some nine years
A handsome guy ex-navy chef
Always wearing expensive tailor made suits
He was a handsome brute
From Mi zu
While at an lounge bar gathering
She dressed liken a movie star
Hand-held her cigarette like Lana Turner
They both look swell
This handsome veteran she met
Dated he courted her for two years
She thought he was swell
This girl named Annie Bell
This teen girl now turn woman
This man now proposes
Now they married as husband and wife
Such a life now everything's all well
a real life love story of Princess of Redbird Oklahoma
Annie Bell Ross now Mrs. Lee
This is her story her personal fairy tale
Of a teen girl now woman
Annie Bell
For contest: Fairy Tale
Sponsored by: Alexis Y.
Yesterday the beginning of my tomorrow.
A tomorrow I shall never see.
The pain,The agony,The heartfelt sorrow.
My bride Lenore;God stole from me.
Deep auburn hair,beckoning sea green eyes.
Lenore my wife,Lenore my prize.
My stunning sunset my life's sunrise.
The sun goes dark;my Heartbeat dies.
Salty tears streaming down my cheeks,I live.
These tears are the remnants of my soul.
A soul to Lenore I'd unselfishly give.
Bring her back to the living,make her whole.
The love of my life,again by my side.
The path of life,My Lenore is my guide.
Together we laughed,Together we cried.
A lifelong love to the world we won't hide.
Alas I awake see Lenore in heavenly floral.
Soon I'll be with Lenore,my love:Maybe Maybe
TOMORROW
Inside such dreams of never lasting days
We traversed such wanting thoughts in emotional astray
On that December night, to our cottage on the hill
Where on many a moonlit walk, we allowed our thoughts to spill
Our footprints of life we took in threaded tread we walked
When one was about to talk, in confusion abound, we baulked
Snowflakes we often talked about, turned to emotional rain
Drowning your wisps of auburn, natures moistness becomes our drain
Such memories of our past, where the rains graced your clover
And I your beloved, once graced your body over
No longer shall I sense your breath so warm against my chest
As you delightfully grace my lobes, my internal heart now stressed
Your kisses I still feel, their once touch of tender brush
Like tumble-weed they now drift, my lips in different crush
On warm white sheets we used to lay, we called them our clouds of heaven
No longer shall crease, not one day out of seven
No longer shall our fingers dance over undulations of we
Or will our torso's mingle, like the ivy graces the tree
The losing of you is massive, our peripheral declares it a shame
Beloved to each other we're not, it's life, no ones to blame.....