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I rest my head on his shoulder
Thinking that it was all over
I thought I was there but I was
Still floating in the air, parachuting
Through the galaxy gliding with the stars
And reminiscing the glory of my living years
I could not tell the difference
Between day and night
or the morning from the evening
For the moon was nowhere in sight
And there was no daylight, but a
Colorful bliss wet my appetite
Oh what magnificent sight
The galaxy opens into a tunnel
And I cruise through it absorbing
The essence of life in space
A magnet beauty embroider within
and in seconds our destiny begins
a million light years have passed
since we evolve out of the dark
with the speed of light
until everything was out of sight
It arose my emotion and evoke every sensory
Glands and I drift in space
I mingle with the colors of light and
Behold the beauty of the human race
And everything suddenly came in place
And it was all where it begins
Midnight transformed into daylight
And fill my heart with the mystical peace
I drenched myself in the solitude of the moment
And absorb the sweet romance in my mind
And I was lost in time
I knew the ecstatic bliss was coming to an end
When I felt the blood running through my vein
Something got hold of my feet and I knew that
The mission was complete, we lay it all down
In the middle of ocean bed and gravity had me bound
The crowd descends on shore and they wanted more
Everyone was waiting for me to celebrate the victory.
Just lay it down and wonders will come to your town.
Gazing upon a crystal lake
Shimmering light of reflections
Painting a picture of me, inside
Shadowing my, imperfections
Skimming a pebble across its face
Bouncing along, ripples create
Finally, sinking beneath the surface
Bubbles arise, as its weight subsides
Captivating beauty to one’s eyes
Early in the morning, a mist arise
Floating seamlessly, above the lake
Breathing in the coolness of the air
Moisture felt on your face and hands
Soaked up, by tiny pours in your glands
Vapour condensed on the leafs of trees
Dew drops falling replenishing the land
Floating on top in a boat, romantically
Aware of the splashes to the side
Rowing silently through without care
The undercurrent, strong as the tide
Evaporating back into the atmosphere
Continuously watering our earth
Transporting minerals every where
The hydrologic cycle, we surf
Hydrogen is a very combustible gas
This liquid we all need, alas
One molecule containing three atoms
Two hydrogen, one oxygen, amass
Marvellously, creating our weather
Chemically bonded together
With nuclei and electrons
And crystallized, perfections
Drink plenty of water, we must
Be like fluid, not rust
The ripples begun, dry ice round the sun
So go with the flow, the water is fun
And this is our H20
© Copyright 23rd August 2013 K.C.Leake
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On March fourteenth, the day of pi
I pined to buy an apple pie
A python spied me at the door,
a sharp-eyed pirate on the floor
Oh piebald pipe of piety
Do not aspire to piracy!
A spiny pain will occupy
My poor pylorus pining pie
Pied piper pyromaniac
Porkpie in hand, applies attack
A pyrite spark to light became
Papyrus lit and fanned the flame
The python backs, afraid of fire
The piker fears a funeral pyre
He'd be expired and unprepared
To cipher circles pi r squared
Our pineal glands made pie-eyed plans
And Pontius Pilate washed his hands
A pile of pilots can't deny
I occupied my day with pi
October 25, 2014
Rhymed iambic tetrameter
There are 35 "pi" sounds. Can you find them all?
In every beLIEve, there is a lie
Which lay hold on your mind; a tie
Like sweats dripping from glands to dry
For feeble is it to live free in forever goodbye...
Be calm but try to ask why
In every lOVERs' affair, there is an over
But before you'll discover
Many are times, you've laughed of Oliver
For his seeming twist in turns recovered
Now comes your turn to rediscover
Life is undercover!
In every friENDship, there is an end
Buried many reasons of needs to blend
In every little mistake you wish to amend
In pleasure to bless your partner and commend
Him off faults but you don't care to pretend
He can still become a godsend
In every trUSt, there is an us
Willing to bear the cross
Of all clouded trance of fuss
Where no one is at loss
Or be tagged a cuss
In lIFe, there is an if
That associates knee to knife
Which surrenders thy lovers to strife
And tears to keep it dead a tiff
Even if we have a qualified bailiff
Let lie be acceptable if it could save a life
Why won't end be welcomed to set us free
If trust is an issue to fight without laugh
Then all isn't over but a disguised referee
But when there isn't space for blunt truth
A place equal for both
Black and White: elders and youth
Who will be undaunting to oath
And caress it like Ruth
Life becomes miserable to cope
And a dreamland for a beautiful lost hope
#GeorgeFloydChallenge!
Just a short, yet vivid memory. The ending, a bit choppy, but it wanted to share it just the same.
Theatrically vivid
Fresh on my mind
Feeling quite timid
Unforgettable time
My feet pedaled fast
Then slowed to a halt
Daddy already passed
But I had an un nerving thought
I kicked up the stand
Hung my helmet on the handle
Working tear glands
Heart heavy and full
I began to fear
The inevitable time
With my daddy not here
To guide my line
I sat on the gravel
Awaiting his return
My fears, he would unravel
There was something to learn
As anticipated
My daddy returned
He somehow evaded
While making sure to discern
His voice, like an angel
He couldn't stay mad
A gravitational pull
Couldn't bear to see me sad
An incredible man
Laid my path out before me
With a gentle hand
That could never quite scorn me
With time, I changed
I became a parent
Our relationship, estranged
Nothing could spare it
All of the blame
Resides on my shoulders
My love remains
But the air a bit colder
Tides are rising, clock's are ticking
Us humans in disgust in ending sickening
Turmoil is endless these past recent weeks
One can sense natures Armageddon, it's what we've reaped
Forestation, deliberation, call it what you may
She's had enough, no one will be around to say
Many gathering clouds, so grey like never before
Flat-lands of our counties, becoming one long shore
In abhor I look, at the sadness of life's wildlife
Struggling against the tides, drowning in mans strife
The rural that was once, sadly is no longer there
I close my eyes to vision, watery eyes can only stare
Black tides are ever growing, encroaching over the lands
We now reap what we have sown, and die by her crying glands
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My name is Iris
And I got the virus
You say you've got it too
But you can't sneeze
With the greatest ease
And your lips aren't turning blue
My names Freedy
And I'm good and ready
For to give you what I got
Don't wash my hands
I got swollen glands
And a half a pound of snot
My names Ttump
A windswept orange lump
And I'll beat that bad kung-fu Flu
Show my tour de force
On that old golf course
Then I'll build a wall or two
My name is Vladimir
Communism shows I care
Making sure my people's sharing vot day got
Charity begins at home
I live in my Kremlin home
And make sure they'll not be pushing in my pot
My name is Queen mum
My birthdays soon to come
But a knees up on the cards is sure to scare ya
There's no need to wrap my presents
As I'm off out shooting peasants
I'll show you how it's done in old Bavaria
My name it is Varadkar
Peeps, we've gone and made it this far
Our nations sure to go and make the cut (ask the banks)
If they find an antidote
To make sure we won't get smote
I'll volunteer to take one in the butt!
My name of course is Bush
My lifestyles rich and plush
We've been around at least three generations
Gramps was jailed in Hitlers service
Pops and grandson make folk nervous
Corona's not a patch on our infestation
In Her coffin
Miss Amelia Albright
glowed like a nightlight.
Her perfumes:
Ambergris, the testicular glands
of musk deer and rat. Extract
of Angelica,
were all buried with her.
A distinctive and troubling miasma.
One darkly attired mourner
parted his lips only to gag, mid-splutter.
The frail priest fell to his knees,
beseeching Holy Jesus
and his Mother.
Pure soul to the end,
(thank God and all his Saints),
she, with no hint of pique,
or complaint,
was not directed down to hell
for not even the devil himself
could withstand that smell.
Thus it was that Amelia,
transported on the shoulders
of strong stomached men,
stank all the way to heaven
and hell, and back again.
Beautiful blue eyes for upon me to gaze
Dangerously evading the traps in our maze
Screaming to find you deep in our thoughts
Reviewing all this love and confusion you brought
Using my heart for people to crush
Being with you is an absolute must
I want to one day again kiss your lips
It's not real until it dances across my fingertips
Holding your waist in the palm of my hands
Erupting and exciting all of my love glands
Smelling your skin while I wrap you naked and warm
You bandaged me up when my heart was completely torn
Caressing your skin pressed against mine
Creating invisible memories --- crossing the line
Wondering if one day they will truly be real
Trying to re-create the passion you make me feel
Crawling along the sidewalk,
his tiny legs wiggling along
with his wriggling, squiggly body,
he creeps me out!
If he survives the elements
or the stampede of hard-soled monster feet
upon his too-soft squishy body,
he will perform a disappearing act!
Spewing sticky strands
from glands near his mouth,
he twists himself into an ugly shell
hidden and hanging from a common twig.
Shedding skin, he slowly reveals
his chrysalis self.
At last,
his inner beauty, that rare beauty in disguise,
will have changed before our amazed eyes
into the colorful radiant wings
of a splendid butterfly!
Written Jan. 4, 2016 and pretty much my only free verse so far this year!