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The longing for a deep red ruby
creeps like an ivy in my heart
Love me today - love me tomorrow
Sparks sensors from a sensitive heart
Give me the eternity
Like a lost child you take my hand
Heart demons in angels inner circle
brought me into beautiful golden moonlight
Take me with you ... in perfection ... the divinity
Hot bodies close together
The silence encourager ... weak breath
A deep red ruby is perfect - a beauty
The eternity - how long is that
07.12.2013
A-L Andresen :)
As I walk this graveyard somber
Of a country shorn of life
Its gravestone reads, in the distance yonder
Stabbed by debt’s dagger knife
Our Founding Fathers, like demigods
Of a past enlightened age
Founded this nation, with musket rods
And writings on a page
We the people, it was writ
Must perfect a union young
With stinging wit, this daring script
Was a rock at Britain slung
A golden republic, been thrown at our feet
They challenged us to keep
From democracy’s thieves, from subtle deceit
From apathy, and ignorant sleep
Have we kept our gold? No! It was packaged and sold!
By politicians - absentee dads!
How would our Fathers feel, if they could be told
That their children lost what they had?
Our Fathers would be, trifle a doubt
A hallowed kin troubled by din
Troubled by noise, the screams and the shouts
Of a country dying from within
With ethics abandoned, a sickness has crept
A plundering, gluttonous sin
These pitiful states, with mountains of debt
Belong in no handbook of hymn
Youth, why slave for a wage
To be took by taxation’s rake?
Why seek to be caught, in misery’s cage
For worthless currency’s sake?
Prepare instead, for the coming collapse
When Liberty staggers, stumbles and hurls
This nation, struck by a venomous asp
Expires, in agonied curls
I see too much never ending hatred.
Life is not meant to be wasted.
Love surpasses all offenses.
Let it shine through your actions, let down your defenses.
Nobody is perfect, a new day is a gift.
Use it to be the change you want to see, to support others, to uplift.
The past is buried, no longer alive.
Everyone wishes to find true gladness, and their dreams revive.
No matter how much I plan, things don't always go my way.
God has the final say.
Live in the moment, the present, don't waste it away.
Be kind, relax, unwind.
The truth after the storm, a light, you will find.
Take control of your mind.
Don't let previous mistakes keep you behind.
Laugh and enjoy those you love, stay in this moment, don't waste time.
Grateful that you are mine.
As I sit here, looking at the sun shine.
No longer afraid of loneliness.
For I have found true joy, priceless, ever lasting happiness.
Sung in perfect harmony
to express the way
her appreciation in song
expressions and directions
curved to music
crooned to song
a tenor's rendition
of a baritones affair
she stopped to smooth-out her hair
a glare to the crowd
she smirked than moved closer
only to see who she had sought to see
she sang to him
some said he would be invisible
she seduced him to coax him to her
she repositioned her world
to make him understand
wast then must we be?
lovers he smiled looking towards her
lover's,
without your husbands distraction
might we be lover's.
she smiled and answered no.
than spoke of men wanting more than they could have.
she kissed him and told him
no, and left him there wanting someone who refused him.
the soprano's heard this and sung to calm his tensions
"love is for lovers: those who look upon lovers are observers'
he sang, his observations were than wasted, might she allow her
subordinates to replace her?
one songstress stood to answer, than loved he would be,
that she would now serenade him.
from the cruelness of the songstress,
a woman rises to make perfect a night he thought had been wasted.
then might you again believe in love
that I might love you,
believe in me thru my song.
believe in me throught my song!
Emboldened metal torso dusts her in pink Himalayan flecks
Her mahogany neck persuaded to turn in his grip
Rendering fragrant dark bite from her deep spice chest
The two infused together perfect a harmonious marriage
Her mahogany neck persuaded to turn in his grip
Seasoning lamb's tendered flesh, in a glistening delight
The two infused together perfect a harmonious marriage
Chef, shaker, and grinder bow in sumptuous applause
Seasoning lamb's tendered flesh, in a glistening delight
Refined palate and palisades of sharpened cutlery adorn
Chef, shaker, and grinder bow in sumptuous applause
The curtains drawn, lights hushed in reverie and sighs
Refined palate and palisades of sharpened cutlery adorn
Rendering fragrant dark bite from her deep spice chest
The curtains drawn, lights hushed in reverie and sighs
Emboldened metal torso dusts her in pink Himalayan flecks
Granddad’s Selectric waited like a relic of belief,
its keys dulled to pewter under years of dust,
yet still holding the shine of his callused hands~
hands that moved with a pianist’s grace
whenever he typed truth into letters
meant for men who rarely listened.
I was small enough to sit beneath his desk,
cross-legged in the hush of click-clack hymns,
learning that words could be armor,
could be lanterns,
could be the way a man keeps faith
with the world he hopes to mend.
Mother’s sigh in the doorway
was the first lesson in surrender~
how dreams can thin themselves
into chores and folded laundry.
I didn’t understand it then,
but her voice carried the weight
of stories she never wrote.
Years later, the attic breathed its dust at me
as I lifted the drop cloth from the Selectric,
its silhouette unchanged,
its silence louder than memory.
The receipt lay inside like a ghost~
$550 printed in vanished ink,
but the sacrifice still legible
in the shape of the paper.
My hands trembled harder
than they ever had grading essays.
The first keystroke jammed,
the second bloomed a perfect A,
and by the third paragraph
I remembered the rhythm
I’d once trusted more than breath.
Somewhere between rafters and revelation,
I understood the truth Granddad left me:
a dream doesn’t disappear
when deferred~
it waits, patient as an attic typewriter,
for the moment you finally dare
to press the next key.
poem written based upon this memoir vignette posted at Poetry Soup:
poetrysoup.com/short_stories/a_dream_deferred_13827
It was perfect, a room with a cute view.
I opened the window, oh how birds flew.
Tuscany's vast landscape, everything new.
It mattered not, we paid promptly our due.
The Renaissance culture was born right here.
Miles of vineyards grew on a hillside near,
Verdant fields grew in a tier upon tier,
While oak and cypress purify the air.
Below the fragrance of delicious meals,
Prepared by chefs catering our appeals.
Delicious samples from all meals on wheels,
We gorged divine pasta and paid our deals.
Please don't blame us if we knew we'll return
Work hard, our second honeymoon we'll earn.
WHISPERS OF THE MOMENT
In the middle of the night; I hear voices whispering in the shadows
It all seem a dream in reality and a reality in my dream
The whisper is so low that am straining my ear to hear all it is saying
This sounds like the echoes in my head; it speaks the same thing in my mind
The voice I hear is softer than that of an Angel singing halleluiah
I have my ears to the ground all the time; don’t want to miss not even a single word
Day after day, time after time; it still says the same thing
A continuous replay that repeats itself; it all seems like a de j’ vu
I’m so in love with the words I hear; it all seems new every time
At last, the whispers became so clear; I could hear my own words as it says
You are the greatest of them all; your versatility goes beyond imaginable imagination
Could it be that I have seen the future? Is it just I hallucinating?
No! It all seems so real; I want to hear it all day and time
This dream is perfect a vision; an insight to the future
The whispers continue; you are the greatest of them all...
Lordvip
August, 2013.
Let me tell you my story about my behind bars blues
For doing something I shouldn't, now too much to lose
It all happened quite a few years ago when I was a boy sixteen
Living on the Dublin estates, where you had to be part of the scene
Gangs became part of the culture, live here you'll see what I mean
Generation after generation, it appears to be in our genes
I close my eyes to recall, whilst a shiver runs down my spine
As I follow my steps that night, still scared of what I'll find
We, me and my gang, readily terrorised our streets
Frightened of no one we were, no matter whom we'd meet
Then came that Friday night down at the local bar and grill
A Rock Band played in the corner, Thin Lizzy, their guitars spill
Next thing all hell breaks loose, a rival gang enters en masse
No prisoners were taken, no creed, colour or class
Amidst the chaotic scenes you could hear the flick of a blade
Into flesh that was previously perfect, a member makes his grade
Scattered echoes resonate, shouting and cursing extends
Screams of fading life bellows, as another knife internally bends
Broken glass now glistens in pools of crimson red
Dishevelled clothed creatures, lie punctured close to dead
Sirens out of nowwhere wail, flashing blues descend
Another Friday night downtown, societies current trend
I stand in frenzied stare, a redded steel gripped in my hand
Me becoming one of many, that a parent had never planned
At sixteen years old I have been taken, but I see another day
There were three on that fateful night, who never came back to play
Liberty was never a word, that ever entered our thoughts
Or even the others we inflicked, whom we brought to nought
The day I stood in the dock, knowing behind bars blues were near
At sixteen years old going inside, it's now my turn to fear
* For Miranda's "Behind Bars Blues" contest *
My Maltesers class is complete
A Star Bar move was quite a feat
I’m craving a curry
A Flake, or Mcflurry
Sweetcorns hurt the soles of my feet!
In the gym I perfect a Star Burst
Sixteen Little Moons lifts hurt the wurst
Then somebody Snickers
At my Fruitang knickers
Need Time Out, I must quench my thirst!
Club Biscuit tin dips, I ache bad
Twelve After Eight lunges I’ve had
My Mini Milk knees
Have dimples like cheese
I’m puff pastry panting like mad!
The Dunkin Donut pool’s so chilli
My Pink Wafer costume looks silly
I do the Wispa bar flop
A Fizzyfish, then I stop
I’m Revel-ling time out from Billy!
The Bounty is I did not pay -
My mother’s day treat from Sun Ray
A Kool-aid gift for ‘Mars’
Treated like Lucky Stars
I'm cream crackered all of Sundae!
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Food/candy used twix, Maltesers, star bar, curry, flake, mcflurry, sweetcorn, sole (fish) star burst, little moons, wurst, (sausage) snickers, fruitang, time out, club biscuits, after eight mints, mini milk,dimples (fruit) cheese, puff pastry, dunkin donuts, chilli, pink wafer, wispa, fizzyfish, revels, bounty, sun ray, kool-aid, mars, lucky stars, cream crackers, sundae
05/21/22