Long Lushes Poems
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Come to see my web, says the spider to the fly
Am I lured into his game, no I am not, not I
Come and see my pictures, I keep them by the bed
Oh no I wasn’t born yesterday, I’ll stop here I say instead.
Would you like a big one, I look at him aghast
As he shows me a brandy glass so full it’s absolutely vast
Never walk with a man in the woods, my mum to me did say.
They try to lure you with anything, don’t listen to them anyway.
I took her advice and never sat on a sailors knee
I won’t be lured by anyone, I’m not daft I am not, not me.
My one indulgence I must admit
It has lured me into trouble and quite a bit.
The lure they use now they know, is really killing me
They only have to show me and I cannot leave one be.
Don’t let me see or have a sniff, I’m gone there is no saving me
A sausage roll my downfall will lure me out they know
They hold them out in front of me and then I’m on the go
I’m trapped into anything; just for a sausage roll
My life is now a torment, I always pay the toll
So help me please do not tempt me with this lushes lure
I want to be what my mum wants and to keep my self all pure.
Since my childhood, I love summer
It wakes up in me a dreamer.
The luring bells of the ice-cream seller,
Made me gaze for him at the street corner
Till noon, across the fields, used to wiggle
Enjoy lunch with granny’s spicy mango pickle
Sidling along the rows of swishing trees
Running after humming dragon- flies
Picking plums tactfully from thorny bushes
Wondering in the widespread lushes
Rolling on the dunes of soft sands
At tranquil brook, collecting shiny shells
Dancing merrily in pre-monsoon rains
Vying with friends for the white balls of hailstones
Sleeping in the midst of the lawn
Enjoying the sweet breezes of Night queen
Listening to the epic stories of mom
Under the canopy of stars that gleam
Eyes running through the maze of stars
Drooping slowly into deep slumbers
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Spring sashay this way
Oh look a little babbling brook a classic country scenic site
Listen to its babbling bliss It is like a greeting from the brooks water sprite,
As the water babbles over pebbles so smooth like silk so sheer
It's water effortlessly flows glistening as it's completely crystal clear
Just Look at you down there hidden away so Inconspicuous
Each inch is like a living renaissance picture, such picturesque pictures
The brook is camouflaged amongst the ditches brush
Thankfully it's babbling gives it away, a splendid sound we don't want to hush
You think you've found the end of that little babbling brook until you see
The water continues under a little trolls bridge beyond what the eye can see,
I guess it flows ahead babbling through many brooks for miles and miles ahead
Until it stream lines with a stream or reaches a rivers head
Maybe it locks with a lake or perhaps it'll even see the sea,
one thing is for sure the water in this babbling brook is forever flowing free,
Just like the flourishing leaves on all the trees
As the seasons change the shoots begin to spring from mere seeds
To little tightly caressed shoots and buds starting to fill the bare trees,
Just waiting for the sunshines kiss to awaken them just like sleeping beautys prince,
Slowly they unravel into lushes bright waxey green leaves shiny and new
Bundles of Blossom pettles as white as snow White was to,
They start to pop open like little ballerinas in pastel dresses performing cambre
Followed by the cherry blossom ballerinas opening with Echappe
Nature's starting to paint over it's autumnal canvas
With splashes of summer colour from plants like the strophanthus and dianthus,
Rainbows fill the skies with a beautiful memorial of the great seasonal battle,
Between the April showers and Mays spring sun rays who seems to have finally won.
Autumn is ending and spring has finally arrived and summer will soon have begun.
He stumbled in, as drunk as sin
with a limp and a nose full of red
He ordered cheap gin, and the blood dripped in
As he raised the drink to his head
He sat on the stool,and the drops formed a pool
He could feel all the eyes on his back
He guzzled the fuel, but he kept his cool
As he loaded the balls in the rack
He straigtened his gaze, yet still in a haze
and challenged the room to a game
Then through the maze, with a cigeratte blaze
The surly stranger came
His face was stone, He walked alone
With a beer and a black leather case
with a cue of his own, his cover was blown
On his wrist a tatoo of an ace
He said "I'll take", and he put up his stake
The lushes all gathered around
With a half hearted shake they flipped for the break
While the bartender poured out a round
The stranger broke, with a solid stroke
And down fell the four and the three
This guy was no joke, then he pinched from his poke
and cried out "the next one's on me"!
Ear to Ear grins, as they swilled down that gin
In this stranger, a hero they'd found
They cheered him to win, as he knocked those balls in
they cheered for another free round
He had it won, yes all but one
The eight was final ball
The table run, the lushes stunned
When that sphere refused to fall
Clinching his fist, shocked by his miss
He glared across the table
Like a ship in list from drunken bliss
to stand he was barely able
That drunk cracked a smile, for he knew all the while
That he only needed one chance
In appearance so vile, yet he shot with style
That Gin put him into a trance
His vision was blurred, he mumbled and slurred
Yet to win he would need just one more
And so much as a word, could not be heard
That stranger just stared at the floor
Well he sank that ball, and won it all
and he yelled with a bellowing groan
"before last call just one more tall
And the lushes can all buy their own!"
The fragrance of roses always in bloom
The softness of a summer's eve in June
Colors not known by the human eye
Clearest of blue is the Heaven sky
Fields of clover with four leafs of all
Trees of every color with leafs that never fall
Flowers that cover a million rolling hills
From the lazy daisy to the laughing daffodil
Berries and fruits so sweet and delicious
Veggies and herbs tasty and nutritious
With crystal clear streams emptying into a sea of dreams
And a sunny radiance from His Glorious Being
Velvelt grass for bare feet to walk upon
Dazzling birds fill the air with song
Every animal in contempt and peace
The lamb fears the lion not in the least
The morning dew washes all with drink
The happy old elm welcomes one to sit and think
Bushes and shrubs of every shape and size
Lushes foliage for cherubim to seek and hide
A place to relax on the Day of Rest
Angels and saved souls enjoy it's bliss
Lemons that are sweet and sunny
It is a land flowing of milk and honey
Once Saint Peter lets you through Heaven's Gate
The brilliance of Paradise has but one place to escape
I'm not complaining so I beg your pardon
But a day of Bliss is spent in Heaven's Garden
Oh! The weary winter's gone,
The nature's green as spring is on
All others are under magic spell,
But thou are still so dull and staunch?
When the old gold bonds have long been shed,
When others are forth new clothing yet
When the nature's under beauty's veil,
Yet unlively thou in such sweet sale?
All trees are laden with cordial buds,
The wind is blowing with its softest thud
Flowers are blooming in the grace of dawn,
Still, you gloomy are in the same gown.
Gradually sets in the summer
With its tranquil triumph
And the jovial haughty nature
Tempts to tender yet splendid fun!
The radiant greens compliment the lushes,
The shining joyous morning yellow
The timid snow in the highlands vanquish
But your wrath staunchly never does glow.
Do you detest the grace around you
Or do you shield your cordial mirth
Or do you refrain from expensive attire,
Perhaps you have the same set of cloths.
Then come the affluent showers
With its mute strolling wind
And the jolly laden branches
Lunatically dance with a brisk.
And in the night the rainy fog
Seeps in like thieves in mob
And leaves its mark- the hazy dew
But that's hardly in luck for you.
In no time the shower's savage
The rambling winds turn into gale
The snobbery of nature breaks like glass
The jeweled beauty is lost, alas!
Again, the weary winter's on
But not as back the life's there
Beauty's lost, all vein is gone
But thou are same still as you were!
The divorced trees have shed their jewelry,
The vail vegetation has lost its greenery,
But among the green-lost nature's hue
Remaining same you give good fortune's blues!
That's how one must know to compare
From among vail beauty to lasting fair
Is real beauty a day's attraction,
Or is it something more than competition?
Erotic Mystery
poem
Lionel Derbyshire
The morning smells like roses
The night is left behind.
Two bodys rolling over organs
Waiting and slithering close
There are no walls
To divide kisses
Hearts are erotic
Love is rage.
The ecstasy starts
Bodys grow stiff
Parts are pouting.
Honey flowing streaming
Fearing no caveats.
The morning smells like roses.
The sheets they slip
Sharp nails etch
Every blue vein in ire
Crying deep.
The lips rapture
The seduction myteriously.
The eyes are close
Hearts are pounding ,
Cupid is in loving brace
such like Eros in blythe
And Aphrodite just lushes about.
Or am I just ..
Swirling bordeaux.
All efforts tabled on Nigeria;
Experiencing a fortunate miscarriage,
Feasting Aso rock- a pizzeria
But never admit it is the cause of this age.
Upon the solid manifesto,
That touches all sectors:
Picturing California's Barstow,
To cajole mandates of the electors.
Finally, all promises are working...
Nigerians are glad to vote SAI BABA.
How beautiful things are shirking!
Yet, we never cease referencing YORUBA's BONOBO.
Now, pebbles tear apart the wall to a lowland.
No sands dare last all days.
Though, the wall can not withstand
The test of time come the apartness of clays.
The crevices in the wall:
Is an awaiting lost of hope;
One day, the wall will surely fall.
Just like acrobats won't last all days on tightrope.
The time is no longer right;
The poor and his rights are wrong,
For there's no one to stand by him.
Those beautiful hearts; pure and young
Have been battered and their loves' lights dim.
Buhari's reign is like what?
Revelation said it well in his whatnot
And if that be the truth,
Should we believe, lazy are all youths?
Why do we fear actions and love words?
If we never mind, our hens can fly like birds
But we keep living in reliving,
The leadership orbiting the Africa GIANT's sun outliving...
The societies expectations--
A reason millions are invested in educations.
When shall we be tired?
To relieve those supposed to have retired.
Just like the withered leaves bring
Blessings unto tree to renew its strength.
The odd flowers introduce the spring
And relinquished fortitude to breath.
The detached withered leaves
That have been laid to rest,
Can never regain life's airfoil
Than enrich the top soil.
What are meant for backups,
Ended up been the beautiful ups.
One thing unsure is the extent of our grieves,
All are mere satisfying best.
Of course, sun shall rise and shines bright on the green lushes,
Blessing nature with its radiant nutritional solar energy.
As the aiding glimmer blushes,
It shall promote unbelievable synergy.
But if nights tarry for long,
Mornings shall come with the healing birdsong...
Youths, light the nights;
Cohorts, best their rest.