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pour me a cup of tea, and I'll walk with lions through flaming streets-
sip wine with me, and I'll build you a castle filled with memories-
dance with me across the Milky Way, and all your dreams reveal,
the heartache spent on hopeless dreams that made you want for more-
the laughs, the moments filled with joy that brought you to this place,
cannot hide the beauty found in simple acts of faith-
the gold you seek, the shining star, that burns just out of reach-
will fill your cup for just one kiss, the promises now lost-
the time has come, the air now clear, of moments spent in haste-
I never promised you a rose garden, now fill your life with waste-
the stars above revealed the truth, then danced above the truth-
for one brief moment, explosive love, did fill the room with hope-
and Clouds of Angels did proclaim, the future set in stone-
for one brief tear, the Gods did hear,
your river cry alone-
"Catch Phrase"
I never promised you a rose garden
Imagination can fly one away
To those places where one’s fantasy’s stray
Hitching a lift upon a passing cloud
Seeing the world anew, from upside down.
Imagine being on a sunny beach
When the possibilities out of reach
Soaking up the sun, swimming in the sea
Wearing only trunks or a bikini.
Envisage the summer love never ceased
Flowers in one’s hair, a signal of peace
Dancing in the streets, a hippie’s delight
In San Francisco, from morn to night.
Imagine how wonderful life could be
If all folk on earth lived in unity
Across the world all people holding hands
Happy as lambs and babies in their prams.
Picture a smile upon everyone’s face
Imagine all folk blessed with pure divine grace.
* * *
Last call for alcohol, embargo
on the cargo headed for Fargo?
Bootlegging articles of?
"ConfederationNow",
Boot logger, droned Over all? Foggered... Froggers, sprawled. Farms attacked by competing vows. ++
Blood drained Cows.
Imagine, Gaia hype- our brainwashing, a
sacrifice to a Paul Bunyan Nephilim type, "Savior" moonshining wormwood tea in exchange for Sheep. Believing them to be. Stoned blind in Texas, right wing.
Liquid Media medicinals, points for eveyone West of, Diagonal the Allegheny, best of show, suggestion,
allegiant, allegory. (Oh...allegedly.)
As The King of the North fights zombies that believe the Game of Thrones just fantasy. Conspiracy_ Storytellers of propagandolf, minds of Sauron to keep
eyes Wide-Shut. By Aristocracy.
To "pass" on the proof of those stoned blind in Texas, shekeled, bought, brought a Rose, of Sharon,
from Ticked Karen's, in their own Eden.
Those non-Citizens,
"Christians of the un-Enlightened" l"unacy of Old',
thoughts? NoahmadicHeathens!
Of the tide turning; going South.
The dark side of the moon,
a journey scape of wet dreams in swoon.
To partake the half empty side of drink.
Salt of thirsts.
Cup of wrath of the Directional Winds.
A piracy bloodbath of Nationhood in martyred demarcation zones.
Cusp of swilling blood of the swill,
Apocalyptic feel, fills,
notes of the unveiling of the Whore who Rides the Beast on the Seven Seas. Leviathan is leavened,
rising, ready to eat.
Now, there is censorship on speech on the internet,
then is, when, is then en-Tyrely.
The Gatekeepers at Fallens keep,
keeping freedom, voices "Crying in the Wilderness"',
Peeps out of reach.
Accept for Government (entities) with algorithms, keyloggers, identity id thieves, imagers of the Beast.
Spell binders binding
their articles-of-New-World-Sourcery-Cheaping-Rumpelstiltskin-Seamstitchery-Tailoring-Truth- blinding-digital-mining-slaves for the Wolves,
Kings of the East, Trading Company.
Trading souls for an hour with the Beast.
LIMERICKS NOT WRITTEN FOR A CONTEST
Men will slobber and drool when at the beach
Cuz bikinied women are out of reach
So eat your hearts out, men
For those girls you will yen
Fine women would consider you a leech
Men are enticed by girls with flat tummies
Though theirs are obese from eating yummies
They can keep dreaming
With beady eyes gleaming
Some of the male gender are such dummies
Men think of untying bikini strings
Of Victoria Secret girls with wings
They'd like to touch their tush
or better yet their.... shush!
Men want to do so many wicked things
Ogling girls clad in skimpy bikinis
Wishing they had three wishes from genies
Each one would be the same
Trying to UP their game
With enlargements for their teeny weenies
Turn about's always considered fair play
Many women would be glad for a lay
With a well muscled stud
Who would heat up her blood
Spendin' a lil time rollin' in the hay
Devil Dan was a mountain man,
He had a surly disposition.
With a bag of tools and two pack mules,
Headed North on his final mission.
He found his way on a rainy day,
To the base of a mountain stream.
All wet and cold, still panned for gold,
Until he saw some pebbles gleam.
Tho his old back creeks, he panned for weeks,
Till he filled up all his sacks.
With greedy eyes, he seized the prize;
And tried lifting those heavy packs.
With a mighty strain, he winced in pain;
As he felt his low back go.
After dropping down to the cold hard ground,
There began a heavy snow.
All alone, he began to moan;
And with no one to beseech.
In despair and just lying there,
With his fortune out of reach.
Sad and crying, as he lie there dying,
Until he couldn't feel a thing.
No tears would trickle, this huge icicle,
Didn't thaw out till the Spring.
You are the beat of my heart
The thrum in my bones
The light in my soul
You make me feel my best,
And my worst
- The puppeteer at the end of my strings.
You are always so out of reach
One step ahead
A ghost
A ghoul
A dream
You are no more than a cloud in a breeze
A leaf getting swept downstream
- The end of a rainbow.
You live in my heart
And haunt my dreams
You hide in my memories
I am always longing for your touch
To feel your hand in mine
lips against mine
I hope that someday
I will be the beat of your heart
The thrum in your bones
The light in your soul
I hope that someday
I will be your always
They claim I'm not descriptive enough,
That my writing lacks a certain rough
A rawness, a vividness to see
That makes readers feel they're free.
They say my English is too plain,
Not ornate, not refined to gain
The title of a poetess grand
Or a writer with a skilled hand.
But I write from deep within,
With every word, a story to spin
Of love, loss, and life's many hues,
That resonate with people's views.
I may not use flowery speech,
Or expressions that are out of reach,
But my words convey the essence true
Of the world, and what it means to you.
For me, writing is not a show,
Or a competition for the flow
Of language, or the depth of thought,
It's a means to share what I have brought.
So let them say what they may,
I'll keep writing in my simple way,
For words are not just a display
But a means to connect and convey.
I thought I was a Shepherd
but I couldn’t count my sheep
So instead I became a banker
to stack money I wanted to keep
I lost track of what I was doing
by drifting off to sleep
The silent alarm didn’t wake me
My slumber was too deep
Next I tried to be a cobbler
people’s soles for me to save
After that I became a barber
Perhaps you would like a shave
I gave it a go as a butler
but I felt like I was a slave
My boss knew my name was Rick
Still he insisted on calling me Dave
In the end I gave my notice
to become a lifeguard on the beach
The problem was I couldn’t swim
so the swimmers were out of reach
Besides I was afraid of the water
I might get attached to a leech
If only on water I could walk
swimming lessons I could teach
I still wonder who I am
I know I’m not the things I do
I am truly similar to myself
I’m most likely not like you
Although I’m undiscovered
unsure of what things I should do
My spirits are quite buoyant
for me each day is fresh and new!
For Caren Krutsinger’s “Who do you think you are” contest.
Diamonds
As the night is creeping in
The clouds slowly make way
For what will steal away our gaze
A marvelous display!
The beauty of it stops your breath
You’ll be gaping with delight
When you see the feast up in the skies
Dazzling stars all shining bright
Count them, I dare you to try
When you’d think that you were done
You’ll be surprised each time again
To spot yet another one
There they are the big, the small
Their flickering is amazing
You won’t remember, not at all
How long you have been gazing
Like diamonds on a velvet cloth
Arranged with care it seems
’Cause each of them has ample space
So their splendor freely beams
It’s like they know they can’t be reached
As they fearlessly stay in place
It’s as if we stand behind the glass
Staring at treasures in a case
But even though they’re out of reach
Still they leave us all in awe
Ask anyone and they’ll testify
About the spectacle they saw.
Wendy Nipas
Her placid surface ripples with
undulating, hypnotic waves.
Yet, lost within Her depths' embrace,
lie the bodies of kings and slaves.
Exposing forgotten treasures,
cascading breakers seed the shore.
And hint at what lies still submerged,
deep within Her ebony core.
The Sea's a seductive siren;
luring fishermen and whalers.
And yet, She's far from submissive;
drowning impertinent sailors.
A potent brew of emotions,
is preserved in Her salty brine.
And many crave that elixir;
savoring Her bittersweet wine.
Her beauty lies just out of reach,
yet it's that allure men die for.
And it's said, time synchronizes
with Her tides as they wash ashore.