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Love is in bloom.
You kissed my mind like your lips were a fist.
I want to make you mine, because if love is this,
Then count me in.
I’m locked with you, no pretending.
So punk!
Attitude has come and gone.
You are my non-blonde and I hear you going for a song
And if you want to get it on, then give me a bell
And I will ring it twice.
Please do not see me as nice,
Because I want you to think, let’s get it on!
Come tell me how I can get with you.
What will it take? Can you see a way through,
To a way you could fall in love with me?
What do you need me to be?
I can be your true desire if you set alight those eyes of fire,
With words of love; find your way into lifting me up,
With promises never broken.
You and I could be, if you trust and allow your heart to be stolen.
Let’s connect the dots, draw a line through our past.
Our future together starts now; no turning back.
A bolt from the blue, stuck me with you.
Together at last, now love is in bloom.
(C)2018 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
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“Unexpected wind and rain may come into our lives. But there’s hope that the downpour will wash away our soul’s dusty stains” ~ By Poet
On a sunny day, as pedestrians moved along pavements,
Rain pelted down all of a sudden, as a bolt from the blue.
Men went scampering to places of shelter, not to get wet.
Those who had umbrellas opened them over their heads,
Looking like a sudden sprout of colourful mushrooms.
Motorists pushed through traffic, honking horns.
Droplets of rain, like soft satin touch, tickled the body.
The intoxicating smell of petrichor rose from the earth.
Leaves on trees were washed clean of all dust and dirt,
And they were making a slow waltz in the passing wind.
I walked a long time on this earth with blinkers on my eyes
When one day suddenly I was struck by a bolt from the sky
Hey you down there what do you think of yourself?
I’m going to take away your health and your wealth
I had strutted like a peacock and preyed like a panther
On the weak and the humble and on those who did’nt matter
Down went my scrips and I went broke
My heart could’nt take it and I got a stroke
Strapped to the bed, my body turned to lead
All I could wish for was to be dead
In my anguish I cried out aloud
Oh God if possible please lift up this dark cloud
I am sorry it is to you I have caused utter grief
Please give me another chance, I’ll turn over a new leaf
God made me swallow a bitter pill indeed
To put aright all my misdeeds
But then He took away all my ills
And within me a new spirit instilled
Out of the blue, a bolt struck from the sky,
as angels stood round in a ring of fire.
I clutched the glowing arc, and did not die:
but I bathed in its holy baptism of fire!
Together, we called down that lightning: I
reached forth, as infinity and time seemed still.
The shaft of power before our dazzled eyes,
felt dreadful, eerie, and beyond unreal.
But star-crossed child of lightning and the Muse!
What cosmic purpose has the Lord thy God
reserved for thee?—which only life can choose.
O destiny, so shape it men may laud!
The circled band of angels God has chosen,
on him their mark may be forever frozen.
The sad news came out and it quickly went viral,
a shock to the system, a bolt from the blue,
sorrow picked off his friends in a dark downward spiral
from the ones he loved most to the ones he just knew.
Departing so swiftly with almost no warning,
a life had been taken, no time for goodbyes,
the smiles now replaced with the heartbreak and mourning,
the future days spattered with more tears to dry.
Yet the darkness will yield in good time to a new day
as love and support launch a counter attack,
for all that he did and he gave in his own way
through kindness and love will now all be paid back.
The memories treasured by those who surround him
and those from his past, miles and years apart,
will raise all their spirits, give thanks that they found him,
bring a smile to the face, and solace the heart.
The gate he has passed through, in our time we must all face,
though we know not how long until that fateful hour,
but hope in our hearts one more time we shall embrace,
for such is our hope in a much higher power.
The gravestone or Urn not the ends of our story,
though flowers may wilt and age tempers our loss,
this life one short step to a much greater glory
a reward given freely, paid for on the Cross.
Youth, having deserted them long ago,
They had little to look for in life
Than making the remaining days joyful
So the octogenarians- Tom and Sam
Together formed an intimate league
Every day, they would, without fail
Meet at the country park in the evenings
A ritual, they had religiously followed
And enjoyed more than anything else
There they would sit … chatting for hours
Sometimes feeding the pigeons that landed in flocks
Or watching the children’s mirthful play
Or feasting on the beauty of the setting sun
One day Tom didn’t show up as before
Sam conjectured, he was unwell
As days passed with no news of him
Sam felt anxious and lonelier than before
But having no means to contact him
And not knowing where he lived
He suppressed his commotion inside
As time moved on in its grinding wheel,
Sam slowly grew reconciled to the fact
That he had lost a bosom friend
Whom he would never again see
But one day as a bolt from the blue
Tom made his appearance at the park
So excited was Sam on seeing his friend
He asked what had happened to him
Tom replied calmly- “I had been in jail”
“Jail – What in the world for”??
Sam couldn’t hide his shock n’ wonder
“Well”- Tom asked “Don’t you remember
That cute little waitress at the coffee shop
Where sometimes together we would go”?
Rummaging his memory, Sam dug out her face.
“Once having grown a little amorous
I had flirted with her for a little while
But she filed a rape charge against me!
At eighty nine, I felt so proud
That when I got into the court
I pleaded guilty, and that damn judge
Gave me 30 days of imprisonment…. for…… PERJURY”!
This love once upon a time tasted so sweet,
Now it's tainted with betrayal and deceit
.
Shot in the back by friendly fire,
Trying to get thru to you is like preaching to the choir.
If you think about it, it's kind of funny like a joke,
It's a gamble let it ride go for broke.
Lying, cheating, hurting that’s all you know,
What you going to do come time to eat crow.
You never mentioned this is just a ride,
You destroyed my world when you turned the tide.
I did not until recently meet the inner beast,
Was not prepared for the energy it released.
You can't think on your feet you don't roll like that,
Want you to know you are not where it's at.
You turn it up and you turn it on when it benefits you
You’re a sexual energy a bolt from the blue.
TURBO1904 2021
Like free nymphs we were all flying high in the skies
While dancing, we were drinking liquor from our favorite flowers
We would dive deep into the ocean, and would catch our favorite pearls
‘How invincible we are’, we thought
No one has the courage to lay their hands on us, though they would try
For we stood by each other, our hearts filled with love
But then you appeared like a bolt from the blue
The nights from that moment were very dark, without any star
Sun never shined on us since then
You hit us all with your venomous arrows
We were expecting it to be from Cupid
But it started separating us all from each other
It spread in the whole world, spared no one
You pushed us all in the streets of panic
And forced us to knock on the door of Death
Like a cunning enemy, you made us get locked
In our little cells with only window of depression
We have been living alone since then
Sleep too has abandoned us along with Peace
Markets closed, schools shut down
Fear, misery, and sorrows can be sensed everywhere
How beautiful, how precious life was
Only then we realized
You infected us all, sucked the blood of thousands
But your thirst for human blood won’t die
Like a Vampire you chased us all, and you are still chasing
They say we might take years to defeat it
God knows how many more innocent souls
Will become your victims
We are brave but we are worried
Not necessarily for ourselves
But for our loved ones
We are tired of running of you
Now we hope and we pray
The sky, with its fried iron may blow you away
You can’t be seen with naked eyes
Yet You built walls among us
No parties, no playing, no seeing friend
It's a complete lockdown
But I am sure together we will bring you down
For humanity still takes breaths
You won't last long
Sun must rise again and birds must sing soon
Together we will defeat you COVID-19
Mother earth too must have recovered by them
Her scars are healing...
A beautiful life awaits us...
(PAGHUNDA ZAHID)
March 14th, 2020)
From my drone, I see you far below
The elk stampedes, the red rocks glow
I'm like the storm over the plain
Can you outrun the rain?
You hope to make it to the black rock lands
But no-one is left, no helping hands
My drone lets loose, a bolt from the blue
The earth erupts, but it misses you.
You think of sunshine before this war
No idea back then what was in store
That foolish empathy now seems in vain
Can you outrun the rain?
You galloped the prairie, now your horse is lame
You dismount you and jog, can't face the blame.
Behind you thunder shakes the plain:
Can you outrun the rain?
You think of the horror that you helped bring
The bombed-out craters where vultures sing.
Truth wasn't your value, that was your stain
You seeded the cloud and now comes the rain.
I send a new command to the drone
I can't go through with this, so I call it home.
My heart goes out to you, I feel your pain
I'll look away while you outrun the rain.
Score's zip to zilch, last inning's near halfway through
at Gettysburg Commons' baseball league playoff.
Champion Graycoats at their posts hitherto -
Blue Jackets hear the pitcher's husky cough -
a clue to the catcher - this batter's toast.
Pickett lobs the pitch from high on his perch,
Meade smacks it past the church house roof almost -
a bolt from the Blue, Gray gets lost in the search
and Meade makes an easy trip 'round three bases.
Hancock is next and takes his turn with relief.
He whacks one to the pitcher of all places
running like blue blazes in disbelief.
He speeds to first base while Meade makes it on in.
Then Hancock circles the field - score is ought-two
As Pickett sits on the ball holding his shin.
In shock, he volleys a few words of blue.
The umpire approaches, a'raisin' his hands,
"I heard balderdash," he bawls with a frown.
"Game's called for cussin', but the score still stands."
Singing the blues, Graycoats hand over the crown.
New "toasts" of the town are Hancock and G. Meade.
They both talk a blue streak to boast of the coup.
Dazed by their disbelief, Graycoats recede.
And for weeks, Gen'ral Pickett's leg's - black and blue.
written 12 January 2015