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If a man could drink
with his eyes,
then you are all
the refreshment
I could ever want or need.
Your skin is the color
of my coffee in the morning.
And as I kiss you with each sip.
It goes without saying...
I take my coffee black.
Savoring my second sip,
Caressing the surface
of your softness.
You’re a one of a kind sensation
a refreshing rejuvenation.
For a lunch time lover
you give new meaning
to a midday martini.
I go through my day
wondering,
how can I be so lucky?
to fall in love with
a walking work of art.
It must be my calling
because I'm still falling.
You stay on my mind
you stay on my lips.
You stole my heart
long before this morning’s first kiss.
You are my sweet chocolate escape.
As I come home
To the paradise of your warm embrace.
You’re the love of my life.
And all the happiness
I could ever want or need.
Our religion forbids all
games of chance guys
We ain't allowed to
indulge in that harmful
enterprise
But no one can claim that
gambling is at all wise
To more has gambling
brought much misery
and misfortune
Trying your luck that
way brings bad luck to
this money goon!
So goes without saying,
no need of elaborating
that harmful and
addictive are casinos and
gambling
Quick money is the lure
but gambling is such an
addictive trap
Indeed a vicious circle it
is for sure
and you can 'bet' my
warnings ain't crap!
The casino wheel doesn't
always tip the scales in
your favour many times
bringing down people
from heights of
immense affluence
to the abyss of poverty
and monetary crimes
as gamblers act as if
'under the influence'
God only wished us to
not be thus corrupt
for He foresaw most
gamblers going bankrupt
To gamble is sin
and you don't always
win
You might end up losing
even the little you had
from bad to worse,
tycoon hero to zero, alas
too sad
I amn't uselessly rambling
Better stay away from
gambling
A compulsive gambler
frequenting the casino
might forever court ill-
luck you know
from slot machine back
to home, to and fro!
As to others his bucks
shall flow.
27-12 was a long day
The Christmas began with a labor dispute at the cafe in
our building the chef didn't want to come in and cook on a Saturday unless she received extra pay.
The cafe owner thought the cook was asking too much money and refused to pay, but his wife donned a white hat, and we were all served a good meal.
The chef's hours are from ten to three, I think to prepare
she dislikes if she has to work half an hour more and is
quite vociferous about that.
I think it has an unspoken racial thing because another
server from Luanda refuses to work after 3 o'clock
the other server, a white woman, gladly stays to four if needed latecomers tend to be forthcoming.
There is a holler from the kitchen where the TV is on
the pope is talking I hope when he mentions the slaughter in Gaza he will condemn the Jews, but he is too bland to tell us how he really feels like the rest of us
The Swiss guards are there in splendid uniforms, I'm told they have to be Swiss and of the same height, which rules out a black Swiss guard unless Hollywood is making a movie about them and Denzel Washington as a heroic
sergeant, saving the pope from bearded, burnous-wearing villains.
It goes without saying the producer is Jews
Fish lunch today, homemade bacalao, that is OK by me, I eat any fish as long as it is not sardines
As children, we had sardines every day, boiled fried, and made into sardine cakes pretending to be hamburgers
It's pretty late, isn't it?
The day's done, Midnight draws near
You mischievously glance at me
I carry you away to our room
Along the way, I think
Of all the last four years have given me
Scar tissue that I wish you saw
Warheads all rusting in peace
Four years ago, I was still so innocent
Fresh eyes, clear mind
Chasing some distant dream
Through a lush, lovely forest
And in a massive clearing, I found the dream
And took her in my arms
She ripped herself away before I could blink
And dragged me down into her suicidal spiral
It took months to escape
To pull us both out
My eyes became jaded
And her innocence was given to another
Latching onto a beam of light
I clung to another
Treating her emotions like a toy
And feeling that I was making her stronger
I became addicted to her quickly
I lived to repent my sins
And repent I did
As I became the toy to her
And in that time, I headed west
Trying to ease the pain of loss
Dragging yet another soul down
And running when it became too much
I've yet to apologize for that
Maybe it goes without saying
But if it doesn't
I send my prayers and sorrow to her skies
And as I walked upon the plateau
Where nothing but weeds grew
I found a single flower
Weakly blooming under the dust
That flower would change my life
And alone I sat on that plateau
Blooming alongside it
Blooming alongside you
And as time passed
The plateau began teeming with flowers
As my life and yours
Became increasingly intertwined
My sorrows melted away
Every loose end that caused me strife
I went back to tie up
And close another chapter of my life
My thoughts come to a halt as I look upon you
Your body under mine, our heartbeats in sync
I take you in my arms and press my lips to yours
Here atop this flower plateau
I saw her watching me through the window
While I was working in my yard
With the years that have piled up on me
My body is no longer very hard
But the sun was high in the sky
So I took off my t-shirt
I was enjoying her secretly watching me
And figured no one was getting hurt
Then I noticed through the other window
There was another set of eyes now watching me
And I remembered her daughter was staying there
She had just turned twenty-three
Both mother and daughter were playing with themselves
While watching from a different room
Pretending that they were a brand-new bride
Imagining me being their secret groom
Now I make sure that they both are home
Before I go out to cut my grass
I always notice the opening in the bedroom curtains
And how clean they keep the glass
I started working out to get in better shape
Like any egotistical and vain man would
And I guess it goes without saying
We have the best kept lawn in the neighborhood
Dumbass Genius Farm Boys Paradigm
David J Walker
“Genius” may have been the most ironic of all
The four-letter adverb monikers daily applied
To describe the general dissatisfaction
With any and all work performed on the farm
“Way to go Genius” was the norm as
The tearing down process was performed
Can you be a Genius and a Dumbass
at the same time
as you chime in
too late to make any sense
of the Dumbass-Genius farm boy paradigm
“What do you think Genius” was the question
To the obvious answer that goes without saying
To any coherent thing in the Kings English spoken
With a deep Texas drawl
“I know y’all aint that GD Dumb…dumbass”
“Y’all aint from round here, are ya Genius”
I couldn’t believe it either, but I was and
I could drop the F-Bomb with the best of ‘em
Forming a drawled word you’d never heard in the
Middle of a sentence never spoken in
Sunday school
“Hey Genius, get yer ass over here”
I’d heard that demand so many times that
I’d planned to send my ass and leave the
Rest of me behind
But that will be next time
Dumbass Genius
When comments are in
Such short supply
You can not even buy one
Even if you we're not strapped
for cash and had a pocket full of
fivers
And plenty room left to spare
on your paid up credit card
And then totally out of the blue
4 green comment bubble's appear
out of nowhere
Better than anything in your
wildest dreams you could imagine
That light up and you take to heart
Like you have just won the lottery
And make you feel like they are
as close to 1 or know you as well
as a member of your own family
Leaving behind what can only be
described as the smell of
Sweet success joy eternal
happiness
Gratitude blessings and wishing
nothing more
Than to let them know
And pay the comment or massive
compliment back in spades
So my kind sincere regards
To you David Goliath Sir
For making not my day , week ,
month or year
But all of the above and so
much more
Word's alone fail me to do
justice to explain
If at first you don't succeed
..try sucking something smaller than a seed
A change would make the rest good
Our company is known by the people we keep kept
passed all things, it me its a m, ust
putting commas wherre i w, ant
adding extra r's
all
swell that end swell swell
your longs
take a breadth
hold it a second sec
i am the exception to every rool
Britannia andy's seem to be causing waves
Do you think the rich have a bet going
on that they can get anyone into seats of power
C.mon president Kermit
Maybe we were corrupt before the power got us
lets turn this u
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I'd always wish but carefully
i gave my horse a gift
i could D--------------------------------Johnson the boat
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i have four arms you have been four warned
I do not have a great mind
but i kinda like it
it goes without saying
now is this because there are no words for it
or does a gesture become an action
Nothing new under the sun
this one i like
Out Of site Out Of
mind your step
i think this is your exit
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deep, thought-provoking poetry that eternally blooms.
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Feeling hurt owing to belied expectation
The earth entity floundered hither and thither
Spiralling gloom causing consciousness contraction
The wound cut deep since he relied upon his transgressor
Pain amplified by cyclic thoughts plunged him into despair
For healing he visited a reputed clinical psychologist
Listening patiently seated on a swivelling chair
Of no avail were therapists or hypnotists
Finding no way he asked this question
Who feels the pain and why is relief not simple
This line of inquiry brought him to a clear recognition
Cause of suffering delusion dwelling in images ephemeral
Reflecting deeper if an animal is ensouled in human form
It goes without saying that it’s actions will be feral
We expect not from a carnivore embrace warm
Thus our cognition should be spherical
Meditating thus in silence and stillness
He knew each being acts as of his evolution
With all our flaws we too seek divine connectedness
Yet hastily condemn others by our jaundiced eye perception
The afflicted soul then rose in the light of clear understanding
Looking at the other with kindness and compassion
His own orientation thus prayerfully correcting
In quietude of transcendental meditation
17-January-2021