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She comes when the Moon is heavy
With wishes from many a maid
Who with passionate longing,
Their dreams upon it laid
She comes when night is warmest
In the time of the southern winds
That bring the moaning cries
Of maidens who meet sad ends
Her long dark tresses flowing
Along a figure fair and sweet
In creamy lace of night dresses
She haunts there and hopes to meet
Her lover, ever vacant,
ever empty, never there
Alone she walks this road and mourns
This pain too much t’bare
*Theirs was a true love story. [*changed for song
Begun in the naïveté of youth version, made into a
They were to meet and marry. chorus]
But Fate didn't want them to
The Man said her lover was taken
A wife and children he had at home
For you see this blue Deceiver
Had a love for her of his own
With trust born of the young
She believed his sordid tale
But when she refused his offer
His jealous rage upon her fell
And alas the gallant lover!
Comes riding in, but he's too late
For his dark haired beauty
Had already met her fate
Then the Man in the Moon whispered,
“Young lad, Bring the lass to me…
For I have many wishes...
One just for you, maybe”
The lover looked up in confusion
but how can this be so?
Moon-Man, You are so high
and we are so very low.
Across the sea he noticed
just then his answer there
The moon was reflected in grandeur
On black waters bright and fair
So into the cold sea he went
With his love in his strong arms
Toward the ever deceitful Moon
He walked to meet the dawn.
My story truly happened thus
Of that I can attest
For I'm the vengeful maiden
Haunting the Moon from death
/ /
/ / /
Your
sophisticated, strong, curvy
stance attracts me - along
with that subtly perfumed
scent - Upright you stand
tall and sleek - Angelic
creamy white you smile
to the Heavens above
Nature's creatures
adore your gentle
style - The pride
of your family
Head and
shoulders
above
most
floral
counter-
parts -
You
are
proud
to
be
a
lily
Thought streams manifesting dreams :
Daydreams illusive :
Dreams of ambition yearning for fulfilment !
Dreams of subconscious mind
rolling in unfamiliar zone
and even nightmare to scare .
Dreams within dreams stream flowing
on foams of creamy passion in fervent fervour
may touch desired goal or just evaporate.
Yet we can't help to survive drinking dreamy desires.
So many dreams within dreams rippling,
propagating dancing in ebb and tide,
sometimes shameful, need to hide !
sometimes sweet, soothing inspiring ,
again some may push you to abyss of Despondency.
Yet Desirable dreams are dreams of ambition
based on idealism
formulated by truth, honesty, devotion
along with righteousness.
Dream dreams of positivity till last breathe.
A day spring day 1952
It was a day in April, the boy sat by the milk ramp waited for the man, who drove from farm-to-farm, collecting milk for the Dairy in local town There was only one type of milk he knew of it was full fat and tasted smooth and creamy He, became aware of how beautiful the landscape like seeing the nature for the first time and as it tuned out it was also for the last time, his mother was back from the sanatorium He had to go to her he got a job delivering gods on his bike and never returned to the farm, but the beauty of that day has stayed with as a time of glory when the world was unspoiled
I love when the first blooms of spring begin, crocus in the garden, peaking from the snow; may flowers and troutlily soon begin to show
The millions of trilliums gloriously painting the undergrowth of our woodlands in spring; fading to pink before our eyes as summer comes in rolling
The poppys peaking through the tall grass in the warm morning air; their nodding orange heads smiling, seemingly aware
The glistening of wild asparagus cloaked in morning dew; lit by dawn's waking eye noted by few but loved by you and I
Sweet peas cling to any hillside or natural trellis they can find; bringing bursts of pink, purple and white joy to behold in one's eye and mind
The brightest blue wild chicory and stands of Queen Anne's lace; swaths of daisies and brown eyes susans decorate the road to nearly any place
The swamp has loads of bright eyed marsh marigolds and irises of blue; fading into lakesides with tiger lilies and cardinal flowers of the brightest red hue
Meadows dotted with daisies, thistles and creamy buttercup; brilliant red, yellow and orange indian paintbrush flowers lift their faces up
Even the old fashioned orange daylilies, sunshine yarrow, and fragrant purple phlox; to mark long forgotten homesteads once settled by pioneers that came ok n flocks.
Oh, Look not for the jewels in my crown.
Nor draped on throat, or on silken gown.
For my treasure-trove of gems,
lies buried deep, deep within me,
for you to see, for you to find,
for you to catch,
and mine the gems, deep within me.
A sapphire glows when I'm true blue,
Revealing things, I've wrestled through,
Curios of truths revealed, in deep veins,
Among the cold lies locked in chains.
A ruby burns bright when I forgive,
With heat of fires, none could outlive.
It flares when rage, fades to embers,
When a soul lost in dirt, remembers.
My diamond reflects what scars remain,
Its glassy face, catches glints of strain.
Its prism casts, rainbows in the sky,
Saying hope endures, for mates that try.
Opal swirls with emotions, riding afloat,
On a creamy sea of speckles I wrote
In ways, you could only read by chance.
When looking to me, with a sideways glance.
An emerald stirs what grace has grown,
In every seed of kindness its sown.
Its green shoot, in silence beams -
Hope for glory, in fields of dreams.
A moonstone plays with things unsaid,
It sways with hunches spread, instead.
Of what we believed to be foreseen,
in the gemstones, we've seen gleam.
Oh, Look not for the jewels in my crown.
nor draped on throat, or on silken gown.
For my treasure-trove of gems
lies buried deep, deep within me,
for you to see, for you to find,
for you to catch,
and mine the gems, deep within me.
THE MAGIC OF HONEY
IS IN THE AIR.
HONEY BEES,
ARE EVERYWHERE.
AROUND THE WORLD.
BLOSSOMING TREES.
YOU'LL FIND BUSY
HONEY BEES.
AMBROSIAL FLOWERS
OF COLORS AND SHADES.
WHERE HONEY BEES,
ARE BUZZING AWAY.
OVER A THOUSAND,
DIFFERENT HONEY'S,
SOME SO RARE,
THEY'RE LOTS OF MONEY.
SOME ARE SMOOTH,
SOME ARE CREAMY,
SOME HAVE FLAVORS
THAT ARE SIMPLY DREAMY.
OHIA LEHUA,
IS A HAWAIIAN FLOWER.
IT'S SAID THIS HONEY
HAS MYSTICAL POWER
MANGROVE HONEY,
IS VERY RARE.
YOU JUST CAN'T FIND IT
EVERYWHERE
THERE'S A HONEY,
THAT'S CALLED MAD.
THE STRANGEST HONEY
I EVER HAD.
BLACKBERRY, MAPLE,
TUPELO, PEACH.
NOT ALL HONEY'S
ARE OUT OF REACH.
SOURWOOD, FIR,
SAGE AND CLOVER.
LOT'S OF HONEY'S
TO BE FOUND ALL OVER.
BAOBAB, PITCAIRN,
EUCALYPTUS AND THYME.
THESE ARE AMONG
THE FAVORITES OF MINE.
RAINFOREST HONEY,
THERE ARE A FEW.
I'M SURE THERE'S ONE
THAT'S RIGHT FOR YOU.
SOLIDAGO, MINT,
LINDEN AND LEMON.
HONEY IS TRULY
A GIFT FROM HEAVEN.
WHEN YOU RESEARCH HONEY
YOU DISCOVER FLOWERS
THAT GIVE YOUR HONEY
IT'S MAGICAL POWERS
Michael E. Harris
04082021
A very Special Thank You
To my Friend Damon Brown.
Who unknowingly,
Inspired this poem.
In the dark cold of night
from which all the light has fled
knowing not what may need to be
to pierce the heart and make it bleed
words that may pierce within
cutting sharper than metal blade
leaving wounds that will never heal
hardening scars that will not fade
life before to be as dreams
losing sharpness as they recede
like dust gathering on a painting then
hiding all to be not seen
bright red splashes on creamy white
flowing pain burning hot
of the colors one would not see
to shine brightly in the light
hard sharp edges of day to day
straight lines of rules that guide
decisions that need never be made
thought not needed and done away
hard and fast and piercing through
piercing thoughts that cannot be
beating rhythms that are not heard
pounding deep inside of me
seeking change of all that is
breaking forth in light of day
standing forth for all to see
shouting the words that cannot be
Fat is easy
Thin is hard
When sugar is in your favorite candy bar
Soda it fizzles so sweet
Cakes pies and cookies are such treats
Candy is dandy on your tongue
Deep fried and Southern crispy give me some
Doughnuts and coffee with sugar and cream
Whole milk and toppings on your ice cream
White bread and mayo
French fried potatoes
Heavy syrup in your fruit cup
Extra butter popcorn eat it right up
Lots of rich gravy
Room for seconds and thirds maybe
Maybe? Pour pour that gravy
Chips and creamy dips
Shudder if no butter
Barbecue meats and glazed honey ham
Toast loaded with extra jam
Bacon by the pound
By pound pound pound
You are what you eat and that's a fact
Fast food hamburgers pizza are snacks
If it aint greasy
Make it extra cheesy
Add it all up and you eat fat
Add it all up and you are fat
Drink a diet soda
Oh the sweet bliss,
of a milk chocolate Kiss,
it's velvety sweetness, so fine!
I'll say it the first,
I'm afraid that I'm cursed,
with this chocolate addiction of mine.
I get feeling dandy,
from an M&M's candy,
I love plain and almond as well.
I also love the scent
of dark chocolate and mint.
Oh, what a wonderful smell!
And I'm fond, oh so very,
of the chocolate covered cherry,
as it releases it's syrupy glee,
on my toungue, which is tingling
with the chocolate/fruit mingling.
It's as good as sex, don't you see!
I love to savor,
the sweet, creamy flavor
of chocolate and caramel combined.
There's nothing so lovely.
It makes me feel bubbly.
When I eat it, I feel quite divine!
And who can deny
the sugary high
of cocoa and raspberry mixed?
When I'm feeling quite blue,
I eat one or two
and then all of my problems are fixed!
The decadent taste
of chocolate laced
with toffee and almonds, so good!
I can't help myself,
from reaching for the shelf.
I'd eat the whole bar, yes I would!
So if you are wise
and care for thin thighs,
I'll advise you not to indulge.
But me, I don't care,
a size larger, I'll wear,
for chocolate, I'll take that slight bulge!