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Fly me to the moon
Let me twirl beneath the stars.
Strolling on the Moon,
on this bright sun-lit April day.
Let me see what Spring is like.
Leaping over crater scars,
Skipping o'er the Oceanus Procellarum.
like a stone, like a stone.
Don't leave me on the fly-by
Let me land, let me land!
In other words,
Hold my hand
Hold my hand
Fill my life with a lunar lilt song
As I'm skipping, hopping, drifting along.
I’m so close I ache to feel—
the soft squelch of dust beneath my boots,
leaving my prints
on the Moon's smiling compliant face.
Alone in this place
dancing in space,
dancing in space.
What’s the Moon to me and you.
If I never make my move?
Just a silver lullaby dream
I can circle, but never prove—
Let me down to clown around!
Let me land, let me touchdown
Let me show you my best moves,
as I yearn the grove.
Perhaps! I'll sneak away,
on the dark side,
on the dark side.
Where no one can watch me,
slip down there and play.
I'll dust my boots, when I return,
brush all over my orange suit,
so you'll never know.
I've been down there on the far side
playing around, clowning around.
So, let me fly on the moon
before I go to the dark side,
Perhaps to never return!
Perhaps to never return!
(This is something different. Playing around and having some creative fun. One word per line, three lines per stanza. What do you think? Tear it apart and share your thoughts, opinions and criticisms. Thanks)
Another
Work
Day
Alarm
Shower
Coffee
Husband
Wife
Goodbye
Driving
Car
Work
Neighbor
Wife
Bedroom
Coffee
Sex
Cigarettes
Forgetting
Husband
Laptop
Taking
Off-ramp
Next
Crawling
Traffic
Congested
Turning
Car
Around
Driving
Home
Again
Parking
Driveway
Home
Panicking
Wife
Disbelief
Hiding
Neighbor
Closet
Approaching
Husband
Door
Greets
Husband
Door
Kisses
Wife
Entry
Smelling
Husband
Cigarettes
Smoke
Wife
Doesn’t
Searching
Husband
Suspicious
Increasing
Husband
Anger
Backyard
Cigarettes
Found
Questioning
Husband
Livid
Denies
Wife
Tears
Investigating
House
Yelling
Following
Wife
Pleading
Searching
Bedroom
Threatening
Approaching
Husband
Closet
Intercepts
Husband
Wife
Pushing
Wife
Floor
Tearing
Wife
Hysterics
Opening
Husband
Closet
Standing
Neighbor
Closet
Pleading
Wife
Tears
Holding
Husband’s
Pistol
Trembling
Neighbor’s
Hands
Infuriated
Husband
Roars
BANG
BANG
BANG
Ringing
Ears
Smoke
Hysterical
Wife
Crying
Stumbling
Husband
Floor
Closing
Neighbor
Husband
One
Head
Shot
Pooling
Blood
Floor
Bleeding
Husband
Dead
Shot
Own
Gun
Sharing
Husband’s
Bed
Adultery
Wife
Whore
Coward
Neighbor
Murderer
Scarlet
Wife
Accessory
Awaits
Prison
Both
(Based on a true story. This happened a few blocks from my previous residence. I took some creative liberties with the story, names are fictional.)
Once upon a time a way to start called Paradise.
Where it was supposed to have the best time.
Far above or whatever, those beautiful gardens to grow up and we should take care of.
Families to raise up growing flowers and playing around a big river that feeds their soul.
No matter what, but we have that Paradise we are throwing out in the sink.
Some people work for having money, cars, apartments or other material things, and they grow up in their own Paradise.
I've been there one day, thinking that to have the best material things was the best I could reach.
Stupid of me that after the years, I got knowledge to give myself a different view of the meaning of Paradise.
Not easy to explain, but I'm not stupid, that means that I can't live in Paradise.
Refusing others thoughts, makes your feeling down.
Down to Earth, where Paradise is. Where friends look for you, and you for them.
Where the family is above your moon.
Where you see the sea, and you can breath oxygen.
When you listen to music, and you feel enjoyment
A dancer on the stage, someone to be remembered.
Paradise, a place located on the Earth.
Bushes to contemplate the small birds making a nest, the next home to grow new chicks those ones that one day will fly somewhere here in the Paradise we are destroying.
Another dream gone, as the polar bears, which they dream of ice, something that they will never find in this paradise, the one where we should be at the table eating together.
After grandma’s death, no one could find grandma's best earrings.
Pink pearled delights that grandma liked best, they were quite rare.
Gram’s best friend Jenny helped us look; but they were nowhere found.
We accused each other of stealing, three granddaughters, playing around.
The other two had not visited Grandma after she got sick.
Even at Christmas, making up a variety of excuses, many slick.
On my birthday I received a package with a return address from Gram.
She had sent me her pink pearl earrings; this felt like a grand slam.
I asked Jenny about it and she said, sorry, honey, I am sworn to secrecy.
Don’t wear them around the other two, just between Gram, you and me.
My cat is a rescue me,
The abandonment of loneliness
He had his Forever Home promise
My love and affection were his.
See, he turns out to be,
Complete contentment we shared
Mutual grounds in battles, here
We did not care and laughed.
My cat was very special to me:
He was all that I had in this world.
He did love me a bunch, you see;
I loved him back even more
With this punch, I had shown.
He gave me a reason to live;
He started to grow and give
He greeted me every morning
He gave me his meow-to gear.
Until he was watered and fed;
He weighed twenty-five lbs
He was this big boy, instead!
As he was growing up:
I taught him to Box, indeed
Yes, you read that right, I say
I taught Mischief how to Box.
He would get up on his hind legs,
He gave a pawing jab
With his pawing punch
It is true he could Box.
Mischief grew over the years,
And we always had fun in tears
He had come to a spot in his life
It was our saddest one, we feared.
June 30th was the day;
Independence was here
He was playing around in the house
He lay under the air, basking him.
Then he came to the room,
He wanted to take a nap
Up in the window, he went
Not knowing it would be his last stint.
Then the next thing I knew,
He was dragging his legs
He cried with a bellowing pain in his voice
Mischief had a stroke that day.
In such a heartbreaking way,
For this cat to bear
I needed to relieve his pain.
I left him there for the night,
He was under sedation
I collapsed, walking away
He gave me such a fright.
July 1st came in,
He looked at me with a thirst
Then he kissed my hand, that he knew
And laid in my lap
We Loved Blue.
He wanted up to my shoulders,
Then give me this
One Lasting Hug
The vet had his cocktail treat waiting,
My Mischief Lotus,
Departs
Now He sleeps!
Oh, my heart aches for you;
Of the agonized pain he suffered
That bellowing, hurtful cry,
He is Free,
Now He Flys!
I know this grieving here will pass,
In its time indeed.
Rest In Peace,
My Lil Buddy
I Love You
One More Last Time!
"A tribute to the sorrow that brings us
the strength of undying love,
prevailing its light."
~ William Darnell Sr
R.I.P. Mischief Lotus Darnell
My love to you!
August 2017-July 2022
My appointment didn't show up today
So I decided to hang out and play
I circled around Ellanor's Park
wandering about in the dark
and thinking about the road ahead
The rain has just fell leaving mud
and water on the swampy ground
The pokemon go gang was playing around
disturbing nature with their silly sound
They walk up and down the wet grass
communicating with their partners
One by one two by two they showed up and join the crew
As soon as I arrived more of them anchored down
creating nuisance and spreading bad energy around
Luckily the Gods were lingering by to listen to my silent cry
They came down form the sky and spew them out of sight
so that nature could sing and dance about
On by one they jump into their cars
and drove out of Ellanor's park
I closed my car and walked over to an old bulldozer
stationed on the park's ground
the equipment was so old
I wonder if I was still in America
The owner was not around
so I climbed up and sat in the chair
and examined the levers and gears
I was captivated by a certain power
It felt good sitting in an elevated tower
It has been parked there for many days
Rust and dirt was musing on its face
No work was going on and the pile of sand
stood waiting on the ground for the fix it man
The same roads that were repaired
has been dug up and repaired year after year
The paved parts are lean and bumpy
And when I drive my truck rocked side to side
Where are the professional engineers
Cheap labor has sucked every penny out of the mill grinder
And America's roads are in danger
I watched them prowling up and down the street
Trying to figure out my heart beat
But I sat in the big old bulldozer scrutinizing them all over
I felt a sudden rush of power
I felt like a queen in her parlor
And I felt like a queen riding in a carriage
Waving to the magnificent crowd shouting out loud
If the owner was around I would ask for permission
To drive it up and down and through the town
Wolfish influence peddlers
Big belly contractors and poor skills workers
has feasted on the wallet of the county for years
But now I am in the bulldozer and I am getting
ready to run some one over
America needs a constitutional face-lift
Here I am in this big old bulldozer
feeling energetic and strong
I am ready to dig up and tear down the remaining barriers.
You know what I bought this bed sofa the other day
It was the sort for a lofa,yeah it was blue and grey
But yeah I had to take it back, because it had a rip
And would you believe in the middle had a huge dip
I was simply stunned as there was not a lot in there range
I was hoping they'd give me a refund or some exchange
I mean I was apprehensive about buying in the first place
But that's me as always got to be expensive in taste
The shop assistant got me so tense, that I lost my cool
I was so persistent because it just made no sense at all
But neither did I know what I had done with my receipt
All I wanted then was to take a breather and have a seat
You know I had to flip because the sofa fell on my knee
What a trip I felt like a right gofa carrying that bed settee
I did not want to cause a sence, but then how do you react?
I wanted to scream but eventually I did get my money back
A poem idea inspierd by dawn and tony(2001)
Written july/august( 2002) about a time when moved in to belgrade quare
It was carrying it back to the shop me and brotherinlaw tony
just playing around with words trying different subject matter
Adding a bit of humer similer to love thy neigbour
Travelling a poem for coventry and parasights
It's the Love, It's the feeling, deeply echoing from my heart!!
O'my sweet little Hazel,
Your deep naughty smile while dreaming,
Laughing damn with pretty open eyes,
Your tiny little feet cycling around,
Are making me insane!!
Gaping a deep yawn,whether its a dawn,noon,eventide or dark,
Up-hilling my emotions, bouncing back to my heart,
Taking a siesta, catching a wink,
Mounting up the chubby cheek,
Making a good day,like Whistling in the harbinger of spring!!
Playing around in the early aurora,
Enjoying the feed, With the morning raga of "pasaydan",
My heart in sync with your heart,
Resonating a divine happiness towards you,
Arousing beam of radiance against my eyes!!
This is the day The lord gave,
Insight in the unenlightened hours,
Planting of God's offspring into the mother's womb,
There by illustrating the bringing forth of new life,
Mellowing my heart,
Thanks to the God ,for making my life more happier with your presence lighting my world !! Love you ~ Mumma n Dadda!!
‘Twas the season to be merry, and playing around,
shirker Fred was in Vegas; from work he had played hooky.
Asleep in his hotel room, he strangely dreamed about
a man that looked like a galloping gingerbread cookie.
Fred was startled awake by a knock at his door.
Yelling at him for money he owed was his bookie.
Having no cash, Fred ran from his room. Then he saw
in the hall was the galloping gingerbread cookie!
The gingerbread man – gigantic- said, “Hop on my back.
Your best Christmas gift awaits, and her name is Sookie.”
Away Fred fled to the girl of his dream’s sugar shack
on the back of the galloping gingerbread cookie.
The gingerbread man dropped him off with a wink and said,
“She’s under the mistletoe, and she’s wanting some nookie!’
Christmas cheer filled Fred’s heart till he woke for REAL this time.
No girl had there been, nor galloping gingerbread cookie.
Dec. 16, 2018 for the Christmas Cheer Poetry Contest of Kim Rodrigues
playing around
we laugh until hoarseness
staying around
we plan by oversleeping
working together
we dwell with a positive nature
knowing the deal
we stay caught up by cooperation
the resulting happenings only strengthen our bond
it inspires us to go here, there, and beyond
we drive, walk, or fly to new and interesting places
we expand our horizons by new discoveries as well as meeting many new faces
our inquires are answered and our curiosities satisfied
we depart thirsty for knowledge and reprieve, and we return fully gratified
waking up
we yawn and stretch to newly acquired limits
making up
we prepare for the journey to yet another new course
correctly compromising
we prepare via the carefully derived blueprint
ready to go
we begin the New Route now Neverending