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What is this friendship we covet
Is it special is it right.
It doesn't need to be sexual.
Sometimes I prefer you when your Intellectual.
A game two or one can play.
Endless childish fun all day.
Watching butterflies flutter bye.
Caterpillars racing them onto the leaves.
Honey bees that don't want to sting.
They are too busy collecting nectar for their queen.
Ladybirds of different colours racing up stems.
Spiders on webs waiting for a friend.
Flies that get stuck in her trap.
She cuddles them and wraps them in a bag.
Walking by the slow flowing stream.
We come to the pond. And play with frog spawn.
The dragonfly on red wings .
Catches a damsel fly to eat.
The birds sing gaily in this secluded spot.
We open our hamper and begin our picnic.
A squirrel comes over to see what he can nick.
You laugh at his boldness and throw him some biscuit.
He takes his prize up a tree he was right to risk it.
Across the pond a heron stands forlorn.
Waiting in the shadows for a fish meal.
I watch you captivated you haven't seen one before.
You take out your camera and get ready to take the shot.
He hears the click and goes into the air.
Your still excited even though the picture is blurred.
You turn and kiss me and thank me for spending time with you.
Two friends out for the day in the afternoon sun.
No need to rush no need to run.
This is what friendship is, just a day of fun.
But all things end and this day will too.
But never this bond between me and you.
There you are exposed to the lick of a big tongue
Even though you are a soft green which is beautiful
Away you go on your journey to another country
So much farther than you could go in real life
Maybe Luna Moth Stamp you will end up in
Paris, France or The Neverlands
Made from a high-resolution digital print
By the artist, Joseph Scheer
Such softness to the design
Soft brown, sunshine yellow
In a gentle curved style
I'm reminded of the morn when one lay dead on drive
Captured in print you can live on and on
Travel the world and maybe someday
Space travel will complete your journey
Or you might get stuck in a scrapbook
Luna Moth USPS Stamp life has much in store
You shut me out as if I did some crime
All I tried was to share my thoughts
But all you did was just leave me on read
now it feels our relationship is dead
My heart is aching as I feel unheard once again
Misunderstood and not allowed to express
As if it was better to be born mute
Cause silence in this world is perceived as cute
I am longing to reach out and connect with you again
But I know if you pull away again, I shall not be able to take that stress
May be for now I shall disappear in oblivion, but deep inside I scream “ don’t let me go so far "
That my love for you will get stuck in a limbo,
please lets communicate and "raise the bar"!
‘Twas the night before Christmas
As I was getting ready for my hot date
Putting on sexy lace, hoping he’s not late
Hanging mistletoe and smiling as I wait
I hear his car pull in, he’s now at my door
I hope it’s a fun night, not sure what’s in store
I open the door, as I say, it’s been awhile
He’s dressed like an elf, with a killer smile
I make a joke of his cute elf suit and shoes
He tells me he’s working, not too amused
He’s gives me a snow globe of the North Pole
And says it's a magical place, touches his soul
We move to the couch, enjoying appetizers and wine
But keeps looking at his watch, keeping track of the time
I ask if he needs to leave early, hoping he can stay the night
He says he’s having a great time but must watch for his flight
We walk to the kitchen and stand under the mistletoe
I point up at it expecting a kiss, but instead a loud NO!
His face suddenly beet red as his eyes swell up too
Mistletoe, he is severely allergic to, I had not a clue
He says he will not be able to work with Uncle St. Nick
As he hands me his EpiPen, I give him the shot quick
We suddenly hear a loud bang and crash on my roof
As a man in a red comes down my chimney in a poof
He yells up the chimney to Liza, Fred and Harriet too
He says his reindeer don’t need to get stuck in the flue
I ask about Comet, Prancer and Vixen, to name a few
He says they retired decades ago, his reindeer are new
He sees his nephew, passed out, beet red on my floor
And tells me he needs my help as we head out the door
I stumble as I get into his flashing Christmas sleigh
As his new reindeer all line up ready to lead the way
We are out all night delivering Christmas gifts
Making sure we didn’t miss any on the list
We head back to my home on Christmas day
Where my date has been sleeping the night away
He opens the door, and gives me a huge warm embrace
As he thanks me for saving Christmas with a smile on his face
He tells his Uncle he is planning to stay here another night
And we’ll have our hot date as he winks and hugs me tight
11/23/19
Contest: The Night Before 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Joseph May
Each day I climb a dozen poles
Or venture into underground holes
To run the lines that carry tones
Of voices into people's phones
Protect me Lord as I climb high
The poles that reach into the sky
And please, Lord, catch me should I fall
But better that not happen at all!
And as I crawl through dark, small spaces
Don't let me get stuck in one of those places!
And Lord, give me a sturdy truck,
And trusty tolls and lots of luck
Because my job isn't glamorous
Or thrilling, hip or amorous
But it can be fun, though kind of scary
Which is why I need you to be wary
And make sure I come home okay
At the end of every day
And as I run each telephone line,
I'll thank you Lord, for making this job mine
I will have to study for my MCAT test soon
I haven’t started yet
People said they prepare for it months
Me – a few weeks
Pushing my luck
I don’t know
If God wants me to do it
Then hey I don’t even have to do study
I take it that He wants me to do it
With all the signals and signs
And direct sayings
We will see if my steps slide on grease
Or they get stuck in the mud somewhere
I am not even worried
I am so at peace
It’s not even funny
Whatever He wanted
He got
So this should be no different
I hope it’s going to be a fast ride
I close my eyes and it is finished
That is what I wanted
Let’s see if God can give me that
Or He will keep waking me up
We will see
He may decide to keep me awake the whole time
Knowing God
I wouldn’t put it pass Him
He can do anything
And that is what everyone says
God knows!
Flower in Transit
When the red rose was crushed in the turrets
of time in which blood trickled from thorny
crowns of creation hooks and thorns set loose
a pact with the devil lock stock and barrel
Petals dissolved in crimson powder once the
wicked wick alit the trigger sent laurels
of damnation six foot under rising to hell
a scorched lullaby and ballistic epitaph
Seeds were broken the covenant’s meaning
abandoned before ink on agreed contracts
had dried as perfumed bouquets reeked of steeled
metal dead skin and wanton demise
For that one moment though when she mounted the tank
and planted the flower she dreamt that the thorns
might get stuck in the hearts of transit’s deceit for to
change the trajectory and the smell of red roses to linger
Education should be a person's right
This does not come easy to those who fight
For the chance to use their brain
To the best of their ability
It's easier to give up and live a life of futility
A life never fulfilled
All hope and dreams diminished
Aspirations and expectations
Lost, over, finished
Without education, many doors are slammed shut
Uneducated people get stuck in a rut
Some turn to drink, others to crime and drugs
Society encouraging criminals and thugs
Thugs and criminals cost taxpayers money
And cause unnecessary grief
Compulsive education would bring harmony and relief
There would be no reason, to disobey the law
Opportunities would present themselves, not possible before
It would give all a chance to give of their best
And join the Human Race with all the rest
My Baby:
Don't be too quiet, yet don't be too shrill,
Don't be too restless, but neither too still,
Please grow up hardy, yet soft to the touch,
Not seeking too little, nor asking too much.
Years later …
My Child:
Don't be precocious, yet don't be too shy,
The middle-sized apple of you father’s eye,
Don't be too forthright, nor keep to yourself,
Don't be too daring; but care for your health.
Years later …
My Son:
Don't aim too high, nor get stuck in a hole,
Nor hang back if offered an uninspired role,
Please don't take the high road or even the low,
The main road is best ... not too fast or too slow.
Years later …
My Epitaph:
Here lies a man, who knew how to conform,
Who never left harbour, for fear of a storm,
Avoiding the hot and the cold for lukewarm,
In loving, but not too loving, memory,
Of your only son ... Norm.
Lonesome George is Gone
The Pinta Tortoise breed is no more
He was discovered in 1972, six hundred miles from Ecuador.
He was the only one left the others have died out
They tried to breed poor George but he was no sex lout
They tried and tempted him with females, all tortoises but not the same DNA
But lonesome George was uninterested, he didn’t want to play.
100 hundred years old, they thought old George was when he did die
I’m not sure - but I don’t think many men would even try
I think it may have been the strain of tempting him to sin
Parading females round his haven waiting for him to get stuck in.
Many men would love it, that I do believe
But poor George couldn’t get it up their frustrations to relieve
They say he died stretched out perhaps, he had a go
But maybe she got fed up waiting, and decided she would go.
Not wanting to hurt his feelings and telling him not to worry
Perhaps she was getting bored and told him he should hurry.
Poor George they will not leave alone they will necropsy him today
I wonder if anyone thought, poor George may have been gay.
© 26/06/2012~GG~
Hi Billy this is the ine I was telling you about.