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Though he tried to win her affection
All he got was her rejection
Then his best friend said he knew
A woman who could make a 'love brew'
So off they went with the notion
That they could acquire this love potion
They knocked on the old lady's door
She let them in, so they could explore
He told her of the girl he adored
And how by her he was ignored
Old lady Annie knew just what to do
She whipped up a most potent brew
It was indeed her favorite mix
She called it "love potion number six"
Then she said; "After putting this in her drink my boy
The first person she sees will be her love toy"
Just one drop and the girl would brim
With so much affection, only for him!
But now he had to think,
How to get one drop in her drink
He knew the place she'd go to eat
And that's where he'd put in the potion sweet
So his friend distracted her, and in a wink
He put the love potion into her drink
He puckered up for a passionate kiss,
But then something went amiss
After she took a sip of the potion's blend
The first person she saw was his best friend!!
10-15-19
Though I will sleep now,
soon I shall rise again.
Will I dream cryonic dreams
fevered by all I have fought and craved,
as on so many nights past?
Or will I rouse as from an anesthetic,
unaware that time has passed?
Will I wake to a world
that has refurbished my forlorn husk,
but left my mind far behind
until nothing can be known or loved?
Perhaps my soul will linger
to witness what my body can no longer feel,
until the two are reunited by
routine miracles?
Will life renewed be
but days bereaved
of all those who have made me
thankful to be alive?
Will humanity wallow still in recycled history,
or will it have escaped
the gravity of its appetites?
I shall find out in a wink or two.
On the other side of sleep,
I hope to see you again.
Even the sun is mortal,
time may expire,
but life should insist on itself.
And death too shall pass.
My fascination as a child was holding a Dragonfly
With fairy wings and the kiss of Spring
I kept an eye out for the Dragonfly.
They were my friends between the flowers
They taught me how to dance and dart
Touching hovering stalking and gently walking
I took one prisoner one day, and hid it under the sink
I tied a string to it’s tail and trapped it in a wink
He buzzed all day and I was caught and served my time
My mother stood and made me untie the string
He stumbled once and flew away with his crystal wings
I met him out the back door, now a friend and not a foe
I now can see my folly, I wont hurt him anymore.
My dreams were of hovering Dragonfly’s
With me on ones back he darted up and swooped down
I held on tight with all my might the buzzing drowned
out my fright the laughter now louder than my doubts
I woke up with a start, it was still night
I grabbed my cuddly Dragonfly and slept on through the night.
02.09.2020
I heard old weather beaten sea Captains say Lord
Let my anchor hold as I lay my head down to sleep
For being a sailor isn't as easy as one would think.
My Lord takes care of me in my keep
From ending up a ground in a heap.
Thanks to instruments I pay attention to my vessel
Isn't likely to sink.
I heard old weather beaten sea Captains say Lord
Let my anchor hold as I lay my head down to sleep
For I am way out here where the water is deep.
Anything can happen in a wink or a blink.
My Lord takes care of me in my keep
As I watch the dolphins leap
I am in their water which isn't rinky dink.
I heard old weather beaten sea Captains say Lord
Let my anchor hold as I lay my head down to sleep
I need to make a living cause life isn't cheap.
Believe me when I say life is to short for me to
Make a mistake so coffee, tea, and water are all
I drink.
My Lord takes care of me in my keep
Safe from ships that pass me in the night as the fog
In does creep
I set my coffee mug on the counter-sink.
I heard old weather beaten sea Captains say Lord
Let my anchor hold As I lay my head down to sleep
My Lord takes care of me in my keep.
From age one to three
Your life's barely startin',
But it kicks into gear
When you clear kindergarten.
Then on to primary, grade school,
And each stage in between,
'til you make it to twelve,
And then finally thirteen.
You've had sex once, you shave,
You think life has begun
When you burst out of twenty
And into twenty-one.
Then something horrible happens,
It's the end of the line.
OMG! You are thirty,
Whither, whence twenty-nine?
From thirty the decades
Fly by in a wink,
But before into dotage
You totally sink,
Try thinking of eighty
As the new forty-two,
And get up off your bum…
You've still got things to do.
My Mind
By Franklin Price
6/19/2015
My mind is wandering scene to scene,
left to right, betwixt, between,
black and white, with colors too,
I've seen my thoughts in every hue.
Sometimes I think in only words
then pictures of the words appear,
presenting them quite visually,
the meaning in my mind to see.
Strange, you may say, the way you think;
a fleeting thought, here in a wink.
Must write it down, gone in a blink,
might not come back and that would stink.
The method usually poetry;
have written thoughts in prose.
They're in my mind to be put down;
how they got in there, heaven knows.
You may have noticed, the rhyming changed,
from verse to verse, it's rearranged,
was not planned, not purposely
It's how my mind worked, this time, you see.
Early on, ere the grassy knoll gathers momentum
huddled shivering against the ground, stemless tops
of yellow dot the lawns of the old neighborhood, signaling
winter's demise without shouting Spring too loudly...
In a wink or a blink of an eye, these wild buttons
mushroom, spreading far and wide, usurping
the green mantle of my lawn, stems now shooting forth
twisting and turning at jagged angles, bizarrely...
at times, wild undergrowth barging into a (civilized) urban plot
when poof! their signature yellow smiles vanish, dispersed into
puff balls, architectural marvels, wind-scattered seeds, ubiquitous
but not before my inner child picks out a lovely bouquet
for my saintly mother
April 07, 2019
Entry in DANDELIONS contest
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
What would we do without friendships
It'd sure be a lonely existence
Life would have no meaning, no purpose
No one to brag to for instance
To brag about all our many successes
To talk to when things go wrong
A shoulder to cry on every once in a while
We don't always sing happy songs
It's really quite normal and actually healthy
These feelings of angst and despair
It wouldn't be normal if we're always upbeat
So it's good to be able to share
Why do we need these really close friends
Kind of obvious wouldn't you think
No one's a solitary ship on the ocean
Need friends to help in a wink
That's why this site is so important to me
The friendships I've made through the years
Are hard to replace, this unique li'l group
Your friendships I hold very dear
While Skye danced free among daisies and daffodils, cloaked in mink
Unwary daydreams of a princess in exuberance singing and dawdling
Damsel snatched in two hufflewinks and one rinkydink tiddlywink
The wicked sorceress on her fiercest dragon, captured Skye in a wink
In her darkened heart, how long she had dastardly been conniving
While Skye danced free among daisies and daffodils, cloaked in mink
Her militia of dragons, dragonflies and damselflies charging all in sync
There was no stonewalling the blackness of her conspiracy’s omening
Damsel snatched in two hufflewinks and one rinkydink tiddlywink
Into dragons’ deafening roar, shining knights’ bravery never to shrink
The king sent his valiant men to the rescue, daring courage unwavering
While Skye danced free among daisies and daffodils, cloaked in mink
The princess imprisoned in a godforsaken dungeon beyond the brink
Life far from wonderful in the land with no more laughter bellowing
Damsel snatched in two hufflewinks and one rinkydink tiddlywink
The whole kingdom in turmoil unable to rest, of sweet Skye they'd think
Life far from wonderful in the land with no more laughter bellowing
While Skye danced free among daisies and daffodils, cloaked in mink
Damsel snatched in two hufflewinks and one rinkydink tiddlywink
AP: 2nd place 2020, Honorable Mention 2020
In a wink,
she lit up the room, a morning buoy;
sunflower swayed in sun's rays all day.
No storm-warning, no quake, crack
crept up the wall; dark fog stole in,
stifled the air, and dulled the budding
bliss. Hope waned! We watched joy
bleed, seep like sudden tropic rain into
pain-etched hearts; our faces lost glow
with folds of sorrow.
In a wink, she was gone;
in a wink, we stood at a brink,
blinking back tears.
If she laid, cuddled in sleep,
I'd have crouched to peck the cheek.
A sun, she rose at dawn and set at noon.
I now look ahead, ears for the blast;
she'll rise. We’ll hug.
We’ll part no more.
© 2016 Celestine S. Ikwuamaesi