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Please hold me, please embrace my hurting soul,
Please hold me, I want to make our bodies one,
Please hold me, For I ache for your loving arms around my waist,
Please hold me, I am empty inside, I urn for your compassion,
Please hold me, you are my soul mate, we belong together as one.
Please hold me, come to my side, let me see that passionate look in your eyes,
Please let me show you my secret side that I hide deep down awy from the world,
Please hold me, I want to get carried away, let our love for each other show,
What I am saying to you, I feel like dying, Will you please make love to me?
Embracing each other, showing , expressing our passion as husband, wife, is something
that we share in private, no secrets, nothing to hide, we bore two children out of love,
it would be sad if we lost that same love for each other, for I am in nned of Your love, caring, sweet side, that I fell in love with twenty three years ago, but the choice is yours...
Aha...At Last,..Bitta Bing Bitta Bang
The Figurative Nail Hit On The Hair Strand Size Head!
Though no physician,
this aging baby boomer
absolutely, intuitively, and
unequivocally sensed hair loss (mine),
at first a speculative rumor
not simply in my (ahem) head,
no matter a minimalist groomer
nevertheless, thinning follicles,
upon dawning realization, sans medical
sought relief thru good humor,
though within this balding cerebral noggin
became repulsive as if my scalp
pulled pate rendered as a tumor.
Thus an unexpectedly present surprise
when in private consultation in the guise
as out patient client (early afternoon
December 19th, 2018),
where I did fraternize
and kibitz with the medical assistant
(old enough to be my...sister),
aye did exercise
mild mannered mien mean, aye do patronize
before doctor Rudolf (dearly
reigned) Roth, a practicing
Dermatologist told me no lies
his instant karma knowledge - mainly his
thirty seven years expertise
sought to excise
a prominent non cancerous mole approximately
centered middle of back
a small patch of skin,
he needed to anesthetize
nonetheless, a reassuring persona,
yours truly did lionize
(not merely, cuz
he received a five star rating,
specialist under auspices
of Penn, Medicine)
in Radnor Pennsylvania),
his modest calm did neutralize
any uneasiness, as did his pronounced
humility earn kudos to idolize
such rarely present gentility, and
unwitting capacity did harmonize,
and maximize significance to me,
asper my thinning limp
hair logically rationalize
identified underactive thyroid gland
(hypothyroidism) tubby,
which didst legitimize
no hair brained rooted concern,
hence...less reason to catastrophize',
which for no reason I
wanted to mildly emphasize,
hence choice to apostrophize...
For two dear to me, to have and to hold;
for me, to meet new friends,
new family behaving like old;
for them, a joy I hope never ends.
These two treasured, named without naming,
he ever the Robot and she ever the Potter.
Towards each other on that day, as all, aiming,
with eyes wet and heart's flames burning hotter.
Their love they declare in private as they choose,
but on that day, 'twas for all of us to see -
not the whole world, not on the radio or the news,
but in the eyes of the law, the loved, the lucky we.
For the reprieve and the revelry, honor and hilarity,
for the memories new and old, I thank them greatly.
For the two who've found true love, that romantic rarity;
for the Robot and the Potter - together, innately.
Using the need to convey and communicate.
She spoke to those she reherst as they needed
to communicate. the director had been
ordered find words to convey and give meaning to
the terminology used speak so that all were
able to understand. He allowed them to use words
that were directed at the editers, the prompt persons
and even the lighting directors.
Bastard prompt, languages like sonnet, to edit, caster
to direct, stop, to end. likeablity to question.
she was concerned about being both a member of the cast and the orchestra.
the person she was dating had been isolated and alone (without dating0
For sometime he too often acted by adding word to his script, making his cohort
learn to adlib.The lady felt shredded by her obligations. onstage she knew
her male friend had a script that would allow him to adlib around engagement and marrage. she stumbled over the matter in private, she didn't allow her secret
her romance to a woman who she had been involved with as lovers, not as partners in a friendship. When both persons auditioned for the part; members of the cast spoke behind the backs of the cast members involed with in the rumor. 9 a line in the play- was Sweep the fallen needles under the christmas tree; my fiance forgot to take it down." The actress rebuttal would be: "" she is busy doing other things, manybe whoring around!" the actress is then surpassed to enter the room holding a tray to give the members of the party refreshments," she is the maid, her words were to speak only to the women as directed by her boss, in the scence before. In a twist of events she said( bla,..... Instead of Bla,....) and forced them to adlid around her words. a song was to appear and the mean mugging faces grunted with disapproval. but as the music started, they smiled, only to have there world shattered as she began sing different words to the music that for months they had rehersted.
these are these people: this kind of song, this sorted foolishness. a cander of cantress bullying! Her role as musicain might have been more appealing?
Gus didn't have the original pointer that came
with the Ouija, so he used an extra Indian feather,
since it came from a real Indian,
it may prove to be advantageous.
Since Indians were the closest to the spirits,
(accept for Joel Osteen,
who is not a snake oil salesman at all).
He looked around the room, feeling the anticipation
as the motley crue held hands, and
looked upon him to guide them.
Gus sensed that they needed this one.
"Do it for Little Orphan Annie", he thought.
Gus put the tip of his middle finger on the feather and chanted, "Hillaryions", "minions of the dark realms,
come in visitation here before us, we give you
entrance of our own free will and rights vested in us
by the U.S. Constitution and Hippa Laws,
go Cowboys he added in private hopes!"
With that, Gus and his little company waited. In only seconds Gus felt an electrical phenomena tug at his middle finger, he felt his hands raise and the opposing fingers descend towards his palm while his
middle finger became erect. Haha, very funny, ghost.
Hey, are you from Uranus, he retaliated,
in sporting kind. The ghost knew he was burned
and thus defeated, so he let Gus's hand drop back
down to the font. His hand began to weave and touch 'of the Indian feather'- to first the n, o ...b, u, t... Y, o,u...a,r,e...f,r,o,m...C,h,u,c,k,s...
After a moment of reflection Gus realized that this
ghost was not so easily defeated.
"One of Osteen's blue ribbon boys 'eh", he challenged, reconciling the arduousness of his adversary, task.
Gus blurted out, Hillary is trying to take over Hell!...
Form:
So relaxed, it makes me nervous
Your dutiful, unbridled service
You, traveling in a gypsy's circus
Of course, it all makes sense
We put up tents and take down temples
Middle Eastern sands, and Oriental
The stark replaces sentimental
Geographical defense
It's time, now,
To meet in the tents
Our potions, bottled
Our money spent
So complete, it begs a question:
Where to assemble for the convention?
Coffee on a stove-extension
& tea on a river's bank
The grizzly bears all in our driveway
The summer marigolds in private
The ball of prophecy is shining –
Just tell me who to thank
It's time, now…
Gather on the trail –
The deer, lopped at the tail –
A wilderness travail –
Stored dinner in a pail –
It's time, now,
To meet in the tents
Our potions, bottled
Our money spent
I always see her white face smiling,
Lovely to look every time she’s looking.
She’s a total girl who has everything,
It’s quite strange still to see her real feeling.
She sometimes plays her emotions like a cranky.
Thinking something even weird every time she covers a hanky.
She sometimes shuts and shouts like, where the earth it comes from.
I’m trying it hard to see her in her realest comb.
I don’t know if I’m getting things so wrong,
She is like something mysterious creates a big bong.
I guess she’s trying to put her things in private,
She makes sure that things will probably turn into great.
Her loud smile is my question.
It’s really trying to call my attention.
But whatever she is trying to show at this moment,
I guess she’s best but tries herself to be silent.
Form:
I didn’t see Alhaji Sule, the big contractor
Though he is a sponsor with a huge stake in government.
I didn’t see Chief Ade the financial banker
Though he is well-versed on political palavers.
I didn’t see Mazi Eze the business mogul
He’s engrossed in his profits of sales and remains apolitical.
I didn’t see Sir Osahon the civil servant
I wonder, but guess he knows he’ll always have his pay.
I’ve hardly seen his Excellency, not any of his children
But I can see all his servants and some of his relatives.
I see market women, okada riders, menial labourers
Poor farmers, job seekers and beggars, superintend by
Ad-hoc staffs, police, army, party agents, observers
Thugs, cultists, pickpockets and party chiefs, all…
All under the biting sun from sunrise to sunset.
From the tussling crowd I hear and see unending
Wails of distress, curses, cracking of limbs and crimson
Muffled by fugacious shouts of political victories
When from behind the curtain five dollars less swaps for a vote.
Stale politicians and their eating party chiefs preside over
The poverty, ignorance and despair of the masses who shall
Again be left in the cyclic vortexes of socio-economic woes.
In the coming years, they’ll, in public, keep licking their wounds
While the politicians, in private, will have and eat their cakes!
Love arrives like a warm zephyr,
melting away reality.
And arouses dormant desires,
that erupt like molten lava.
Dying embers flare into flames,
that linger in private places.
And you experience feelings,
that surpass infatuation.
Love's such an extraordinary
sensation you can't help but smile.
For it makes you feel euphoric,
and unbelievably happy.
Love's like a rainbow of color
you exuberantly pursue.
While hope keeps fantasies alive,
on the off chance, they may come true.
Your heart fills with exaltation,
when you first start falling in love.
And anticipation leaves you
feeling breathless, yet wanting more.
DEAR Me,
Hello me, ho are you?
We haven't spoken in awhile, you have been busy trying to impress others with an fake sense of you,
I keep trying to call you, yet you don't answer me, your never home, have you forgotten to check in with yourself again?
Who are you? I don't know think I know you ,
Times are hard, your down in the dumps I hear again?
Why are you not looking in the mirror, I would have told you the truth,
Which is exactly this, and I quote, the most strongest, caring, courageous, person anyone could ever ask for"". Now please make an appointment with your true self, so.we can.meet in private, and I can take you by the hand, and give you what you've been asking others to give you, the love and compassion, you've been yearning for all your life."
Oh and one more thing, Dear You, I forgot to.say, I Love You."