Long Finishing touch Poems
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Hope was Burrow's substance, where he poured his time,
Pedalling steadily.
Intended path made smooth for those in legacy line.
Sliced through wiry roots,
Watchguard Wombat dug safety spaces.
Safety albeit empty,
claw shortening scooping to prop up progeny.
Plodding stoically.
Muffled praise from mollycoddled recipients who forgot
to congratulate wombat.
Chirps trill between ear orifices, a cheerful bell,
twinkling creek,
Thrill of apparently sucidal bird ledge leap,
harks updraught as capacity for flight.
Her name is Rainbow, though only he calls her so.
Optimism is Burrow's skeleton, firm fragile scaffold not broken
Bloodstream good Samaritan convinces him those closest know
that he would give everything
- devoid of return, satisfied in striving.
Fallen from insipid clouds, risen to a wide arc -
Squadron Observation squawk when the sun reemerges.
Related inseparably, sweet candy stripes are strings,
Harnesses of translucent hues.
Rainbow holds a cauldron in her wings
Shivered salute feather plume pom poms, her support
Altitude albeit not born to
Chimes a celebratory chortle, rain's finishing touch
Firey refraction stacks medallions of precious metal.
Magnetism draws, claws refuse to dig, Burrow closes.
Academy of affluent fly close to burn point,
- risk being scorched
Hypnotised by the increments his digits indicate.
Prospective friends and followers fill up his hollow
Lucrative lure curates karma, demanded by lorikeet
Marionettes dance, tuned to bushland command
Pinnochios pulled by Burrow's Rainbow.
I have been waiting patiently for thee
to take me across the mountain in the sea
the mountain is getting high
it almost reaches the pinnacle in the sky
you must get here before the vision dies
I have been waiting for you to come to
take care of the little uncertainties
I have everything that you need but I need
that magic touch to carve out the content
and label every item on the page in this critical age.
I have been waiting for you to come
to do the math and categorize each item
according to regions, country and department
The automotive and the airline industry
are in separate category but all machines light
and heavy duty equipment and tools
fall in one category beneath the heavens
I am waiting for you to come before the day is done
to add the finishing touch to popular categories
before the mad rush
electronics , service and security are different
and you hardly mentioned them
but you need an helping hand to load them in the van
agriculture and foods will make the biggest
news; so pay attention to them before
you book your tickets to heaven
Items such as remittance, banking
and other forms of money transfer
has it work cut out for them so be alert
There are some category that you cannot touch
or we the people will throw you under the bus.
clothing and textile and pharmaceutical items
comes in abundance so take it easy on them
Not everyone love sweet and sour pork
but sea foods are popular
and lots of people use it for supper
The beverages and the wines are getting scare
So make an offer and the angels will deliver.
Meet me at the sea shore at ten am
and we will crunch these numbers
in the heavens to prevent a catastrophe.
We have to move the mountain in the sea
before the clock struck three.
It has always been said that a zebra can't change his stripes
I wish that I can change mine seeing that I can't do nothing right
I don't see the point in being who I am because it's never acceptable
Everyday in life I feel that I have to change and stay adaptable
I can't find a happy medium and appear to be too extreme
I'm always misunderstood and no one knows what I mean
There's never a time that I'm not being told that I'm way too serious
Looking out for the feelings of others makes me appear delirious
What would happen if I decided to change my stripes
If I decided to take life as a joke and didn't put up a fight
Doing just what is expected of me but not too much
Completing the task given to me minus the finishing touch
If I stop going above and beyond to satisfy other people
Stop yielding to broken authority but instead try being their equal
Learn to start breathing the air others take in and not care
In this world people like me never win which isn't fair
Like our unique finger prints no two zebras share a match
I can appear overly emotional to those who don't know the facts
It hurts to know my personality
causes me to appear unstable
Just because I aim to please I'm also gaining a losers label
I seem to hurt myself trying to make other people happy
Losing my self respect while others are laughing at me
That day will come eventually when this zebra would change it's stripes
Something is going to snap and cause my emotions to go on strike.
I've always loved Aspen's leaves of gold
Even though winter's what they foretold.
And maples' gold among the crisp red,
once fallen make the lovliest bed.
The green was nice and furnished us shade.
Beneath it, young lovers' vows were made.
It matched the green-swept, rolling hills.
holding its own, without golden frills.
Poets say golden leaves never last.
Trees try to capture, but gold flees fast.
We catch its glint for a moment or two,
before fairies steal with morning's dew.
There's something special about the gold.
Perhaps elusiveness is its control.
Its story told with a painter's brush,
poet's thoughts adding finishing touch.
Bought an old cottage
In the country side
Needs some renovation
Have to modernize
On a plot of land all on its own
Wanna make this house a home
Gonna fix those windows
New bathroom too
Another thatched roof
Make it brand new
Go to the bank and ask for a loan
Wanna make this house a home
It needs some plastering
The kitchens a mess
But it’s got character
Style and the rest
Fallen in love with these pretty stones
Gonna make this house a home
It’s a house of two seasons
Picture cosy evenings
Sitting by the open fire
I get a special feeling
From those old oak beams
Gonna make this house my desire
You choose the wallpaper
And I'll pick the leather
I'm sure we'll be happy
Decorating together
Can't think of anything
Than designing together
To make this house a home
This house is not a home
Without the finishing touch
I'll build a wall out the front
Put fence out the back
Lights along the pathway
Flowers and some gnomes
Now doesn't that look sweet
This house is our home
© Copyright KC.Leake
26th June 2015
All Rights Reserved
The house is filled with the wonderful smells
of our own treasured ingredients passed down
from generation to generation.
Diminished Hexaverse, brevity food is warm,
powerful, emotional, and comforting,
cooked up in a large Dutch oven with a wooden spoon.
Slow-cooked serving inspiration.
Melt 5-line stanzas, each containing 5 syllables,
and let simmer for two minutes. Creating a good base.
Add 4-line stanzas, each containing 4 syllables.
Whisk together 3-line stanzas, each containing 3 syllables.
Add the rest of the broth in, 2-line stanzas,
each containing 2 syllables.
The finishing touch! 1-line stanzas, each containing 1 syllable.
Cook for 5-8 min. until you're ready to serve!
This recipe never disappoints.
If you work from nine to five you are losing out on the biggest prize; if you work from nine to five you just don’t know how to roll the dice.
Daytime is busy and the office is filled with misery, traffic is moving in and out and sometimes it makes you want to shout. If you work from nine to five you will develop a mediocre mind and you cannot strike the deal on time.
He has been working on the project for more than a year, sticking to the time that he has to spear, his office is loaded with clients and the waiting room has a line that stretched all the way to the divine.
His goals are not clear and his team is scattered everywhere, he has a big mugs of coffee on his desk and notes piling up to the roof, he just cannot get the work done and is always singing the nine to five song.
If you work from nine to five you will fall behind, those that start early are way ahead of you and those that leave late can buy an extra pair of shoe; they can pay the rent on time and they can make their children shine.
What kind of work habit do you have? Are you happy with your current job? There are plenty rivers to wash in and there is much grass to role in. When the weather is fine you can start working overtime. The river is flowing, the grass is growing and good things are coming your way.
Overtime is the key when you are down on your knees; putting in an extra hour will make you have a healthy supper, you can finish the job on time and you can save a couple dimes; you can give an extra hand to help the starving people on the land; 'overtime is not a burden, it give you more space to work with ease when you need that special peace.
Over time can turn you into champion and it can make you into a better man. Look at all the games, you will discover that the miracles are not the same, the first hour is always rough but overtime always adds to the finishing touch. What you cannot achieve on your regular time, you can do it overtime.
”Flowers are the creator’s finishing touch, perfection in last strokes of His brush.”Quote - Poet’s own
Zinnia awakes in the morning mist
Awaiting the moment the earth is kissed
By the sun when it has come out to play
And Zinnia displays floral array.
Zinnia blossoms in many a hue
Some are short, some grow statuesque tall too
Their allure is a delight to behold
A truth that surely cannot be opposed.
Zinnia may grow in field or meadow
Or awesomely gracing gardens also
Dancing queens are Zinnias, proud they sway
When gentle breezes come blowing their way.
Zinnia attracts birds, butterflies, bees
Their nectar and seeds satisfies all needs
Jewels of earth Zinnias truly are
Every single one is a blooming star.
The mirror greets you
a morning view
of your present canvas to paint upon…
knowing the past night won’t prevent dawn
as you exist a pawn
of fantasy, in which you are forced to play along,
your eyes set, and jaw strong.
You begin with veils of blue to immerse your eyes,
even though they’ve realized
the one they gazed at, who basked in his own angelic light,
was the one who began your plight….
the mascara wand is now in hand,
assisting you to bat your eyes at the current land
of heartbreak and woe,
and yet, forgivingly waterproof, if tears shall flow.
A blush of rouge is applied to your pallid face
yet your mind still dances in times of grace
when your cheeks were warmed by his tender gaze,
instead of being flushed in a rush of rage.
But the finishing touch is yet to be applied,
upon the mask where youth is now a lie.
A shimmering coat of ruby red
graces the lips where not a word could be said
to confirm the promise of better times ahead…
except for a kiss, to begin another love, another day,
yet images of him embracing another seem to stay,
pulling your smile the alternate way.
Keep beaming, beautiful, for your prince will arrive…
when cosmetics seem unnecessary to keep you alive.
I want to love you like I already lost you because if you were gone I would make sure to tell you how much I loved you before you closed your eyes each and every night
I would not take the blessing of being able to communicate just how special you make me feel each time you smile at me knowing I was the individual that created that masterpiece
She had eyes that give the finishing touch to everything you feel is empty in life
Filling up my happiness with your joy
I would text you to let you know I made It home as soon as I made it home
I would pretend to be interested when she asks for my opinion on the more feminine things
Because now that you are gone I see that as part of the puzzle piece that makes her so divine
Like the picnic in the park on our date
Something stories make
There’s nothing like fate
Together we get lost in the day
Food is on the way
Uber eats, two swings, one love and maybe a movie
Tell me, would you enjoy a picnic in the park
Daytime or after dark
Something different could be the start
p.s. sitting together on a blue slide this is art…