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Crystal-red-coloured rose pouring sweet scent into my nose;
That’s what you are, and more, my sweet muse.
The other night, vivid dreams of you I had
That made sleep feel like divine love:
You and me in a flowered prairie, with bright clothes.
I saw the bright sunlight jive alive in your black diamond eyes most true
That married your smile, as you told me you were glad
To be with me, smelling flowers and watching doves.
I was so glad! I can still feel how my heartbeat rose
When you told true tales of love as you’re used
To doing, with your hands in mine, your soft palms.
How much more can I thank the Orchestra above?
For this scene is all I’d have wanted, like exquisite prose.
From time to time, I’d look at you from behind (you’d excuse
Me!) and have nothing to add to the perfection you clad
And still do in reality! Perfect curves painted silken mauve!
I’s about to end the distance between our lips when I arose
Most sad to find all that was but a dream.
I’d have gladly gone back to the dream
But reality is worth a thousand dreams; so I left home
To meet the object of my every joyful prose
On this valentine morning so jocose.
(c) Nyonglema
In many ways Canadians are very different
Not in the ways that matter the most
Disappointments won't keep us down
Easy is not a part of our vocabulary
Pitching in we often help each other
Early in our History we became companions
Now and again, sure there have been disagreements
Doing what needed to be done, being true to who we are
Every country must find their own identity
Never wavering from the path they are meant to take
Coming out independent yet never standing alone
Everyone knows they can count on a friend
Happy Fourth of July to our Neighbour and friend.
A truly great country, may your flag fly high in celebration.
Independance is strengthened through relationships.
For Kim's Celebrate Independence Contest.
Written July 1st 2015.
Resubmitted because I missed a letter.
I barely notice the horse as he walks,
his gait is so incredibly smooth,
we’ve been riding all morning on this ridge,
and have settled down into a nice groove.
My friend Joshua rides just behind me,
drinking in this Rocky Mountain scene:
cool breeze, bluebird skies, and a well-marked trail,
with sweeping views right out of a dream.
We’ve been riding for a few days now,
the trip has been nothing but sublime.
“Around the next ridge,”Joshua says,
“We’ll come upon the town of Centerline.”
The thought of a drink, a shave, and hot bath
puts a smile across my tanned face,
so we ride around a pillar of stone,
and gaze down a hill upon the small place.
It’s then that I sensed something not quite right,
I had been to Centerline before.
Where was the highway, the exit ramp?
What had happened to the big box stores?
And why could I see, sharp as a hawk,
when there were no glasses upon my head?
Why were my forearms smooth and muscled,
and why were loose strands of my hair dark red?
What was I even doing riding a horse?
Doctor told me to stop ten years back.
And I should be meeting my son for lunch,
then going to see his boy up at bat!
Joshua sighed,”It can take some time,
for the spirit to accept the change.
Your heart gave out in the shower this morn,
I’m afraid you’ll miss your grandson’s game.”
I turned and realized that I had not
seen this Joshua before that ride,
in fear I blurted,”Who are you man?
And why do you talk as if I’ have died?”
He just smiled, said,”You know who I am,
I’ve carried you when your legs grew weak.
And you know exactly where you are,
it’s the place your soul always did seek.
“You always did love those western tales,
even though you knew they were fantasy.
On Earth, perhaps, but I think you’ll find
that here there is nothing beyond me.
“All the questions spinning in your head
will be answered, have no fear of this.
This world that we’re in is your heaven,
and we’ve eternity to enjoy it.”
I knew at that point that I should speak up,
but couldn’t find words to put to my friend,
he just grinned, said,”There is no need to fear,
you’re going to see all of them again.”
And just like that the worry vanished,
and the only thing that was on my mind
were thoughts of that bath, whiskey, and a shave,
so we rode on down to Centerline.
Here she comes again,
That clip-happy, snippy crone who fancies herself a gardener.
What?
She is doing such a horrible job of it.
She clipped two of us unmercifully yesterday,
And we both had potential, talent, and gloriousness
These other buds can never hope to achieve.
Duck, my friends, hide.
The thorns are not doing a good job of snatching at her.
We need her cut up, and bleeding
So she will return to the house.
Love it that she has on a new straw hat with a gay ribbon.
Leopard spots; makes sense for her.
She is a leopard, leaping and crushing us, under her
Silly garden shoes with the decorative owls.
She is snipping and singing.
Hey!
Watch what you are doing you old hag.
Uh-oh. She is cutting this way.
Dhramn!
She got me!
It’s been so many years
And too many distant tears
I miss the way I fell asleep on you
I miss all the things you told me you knew
I miss kissing your sweet lips
I miss the butterflies in my stomach doing flips
I miss gazing into your exotic eyes
I miss feeling the warmth of your body against my thighs
I miss us laughing together everyday
I miss the little flirty things you do when you play
I miss your blushing cheeks and your sexy smile
I miss telling you my secrets all the while
I miss your arms around my waist
I miss you, your love, your taste
But now I want to start over again
I’m ready to give you my all --- to be more than a friend
I want to be your’s, the time is right
I can’t wait until you hold me all through the night
But your decision is all that’s left to bear
I want to be there for you, to love and to care
So, impatiently I wait for your precious decision
Because being with you made a permanent incision
Daddy once said, "There is nothing new under the sun.
It's not what you do but how it's done."
So doing it well is the theme of the day
Get up, dress up, and be on your way
Onward to your glorious destiny
It is written so you must read it intently
Then play!
Yes, play it
Play it like u mean it and mean it when u play it
Nevermind what they say; it's all about how you feel it
Like Bruce Lee mastering the body and mind with martial arts
Like B.B. strumming Lucille not with his hands but with his heart
Like Jesse glowing up the track in Berlin in '36 with four golds after he crossed the finish line
Like Jordan in the 4th quarter so get out of the way 'cause it's winning time
So if you mean it, go ahead and do it
Why would you not when you were born Intuit
Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall...
It was said back then
She was having a ball
but got too excited
and took a rough fall.
She looked for King's horses,
finding four of them
without their riders
in the light again...
So she looked for the Cat
Who said he knew 'that'
But had no path to the fixing ...
There the egg lay
with no plan in play
and no one doing the finding...
But then after time
there came a slight rhyme
that sounded like a road to healing...
A familiar pet
From a magic core set
Bet her mind to find
the Operation ....
So she removed two pair
and without Uncles chair
Created her way
to Well again.
A Magician watched
from across the road
finding Love in this clever code!
And so gave her egg a new pen...
" it's quite all right to be, Long "
Following written 2009
Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall...
(and the rest is written, somewhere else in my logs)
I don't know why I care so much
Everybody uses me like a crutch
To support them when they are feeling down
I'm the one they call, to turn things around
And when their lives are going well
Guess who they forget to call and tell
The one who helped them get back on their feet
I'm no longer needed, I'm obsolete
I don't know why I keep doing this to myself
It's probably because I can't ignore a cry for help
It's in my nature, that's who I am
A kind-hearted person that actually gives a damn
Who cares very deeply about all his friends
But I end up being the loser in the end
Buckle up now
And hold on tight
Gonna be my co-driver
You need to shout it right
We’re gonna be going
At some really hairy speeds
You’re my navigator
The one instructing me
I need that information
To plan the road ahead
Yes I need it quick girl
So get that in your head
So buckle up now
And hold on tight
You’re in for the ride
The ride of your life
We’ve gotta keep on going
We’re racing against the clock
To get to that check point
We’ll give it all we got
Racing through this forest
As fast as we can go
Close between these trees
Wipers going to and throw
So
Buckle up now
And hold on tight
Gonna be my co-driver
Please shout it right
We’re gonna be going
At some really hairy speeds
You’re the navigator
The one instructing me
We’re gonna be driving
Over different terrains
In all kinds of weather
It’s gonna be insane
Doing Speeds over
A hundred MPH
In pitch black darkness
Feel that awesome power
So
Buckle up now
And hold on tight
Gonna be my co-driver
Please shout it right
We’re gonna be going
At some really hairy speeds
You’re my navigator
The one instructing me
It takes a lot to focus
You’ve got to have the skill
Adjusting to conditions
Behind this rally wheel
One mistake is costly
I need the pacenotes quick
Just say it in advance
As we go into this drift
© Copyright KC.Leake
18th January 2016
All Rights Reserved
EXPECTATION
Oh! Huffle-wink, it seems an illusion.
I cannot catch you at all in my far vision.
But I know Dragonfly,
sly, prompt and free to fly,
chasing witty Dragon ‘Thesaurus’ in tension.
I fear Huffle-wink but admire Great Thesaurus,
eating big mass of plants-herbs-shrubs being serious.
Huffle-wink may torment
on opportune moment,
being invisible it becomes ferocious.
I sense, what are you doing now, Huffle-wink?
Feeling thirsty! Sweet nectar you will wish to drink.
Looking very funny
sipping sucking honey,
sitting on pink lily and twinkling eyes to blink.
Huge knowledgeable Thesaurus flee in fear,
whether dragonfly can bite its soft hairy ear.
Thesaurus only knows
correct address of yours.
So, one day I must meet and talk to you, My Dear!
06/01/18
'Dragons, Dragonflies, Half-Winks' Contest by Caren Krutsinger