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Eyes of deep and tender brown
Looking in them I just drown
Arms so tight they do not wobble
Holding me up as I hobble
On weak knees about to bend
From the feelings you can send
With just one spoken word you
Can make all my insides curdle
Into one big mushy mess
My love I want to confess
Every time you pull in close
I'm defenseless--I suppose
There is no need to back down
You are everywhere--I've found
I can't escape these images
Of you and the damages
You are causing, I'm a wreck
I can't explain it- what the heck
How did I become entrapped
In a love that is wrapped
In a present that you give
Me everyday so I can live
With surprises every day
I promise not to give away
This precious gift that you have brought
All my life that I have sought
abreast of nightshade tipping the moon
hands of iron cupped my desire coaxing me,
into the shadow-lands of my obsession
the shades moved
as your fingers found their mirror,
and iridescent trails of dark-light
kaleidoscope across my skin
I have visions of your hands
and their movements,
I feel a rush of want
to pull in their need
obsessed
I watch each wave
within every gesture
I draw them closer
until your fingers,
cradle me
in shadows of night
within the palms
of your hands
and all that remains
is the jay feathers,
and maple leaves
drifting onto my heart
I’m a string of byte notations
From your CPU
Calculating information
In a blink of an eye, for you
I pull in at the station
On your motherboard
To catch a system bus
CAD, is what it’s called
There's three routes I can take
Control, address or data
Depending on the freight
It arrives a nano later
Two more important parts
On this PC station
Are the (GPU), graphics card
And memory modulation
The RAM is where I store
Temporary numeral data
To complete a task for sure
For you sometime later
The graphics processor unit
Is the place of acceleration
Sending pictures to your screen
In 3D Animation
There’s a special kind of storage place
Which is called, a hard drive
Keeping window’s very safe
Where your programmes hide inside
Now, I can make a programme
But that’s different thing
If you want to learn the basics
Just type a simple string
For those that don’t yet understand
I use a binary code
From the central processor
I then take it and load
So next time you turn me on
Just think and be-aware
I work a lot, like you my friend
And I’m here to store and share
© Copyright 19th August 2013
K.C.Leake
The cold wind is riding in on the horses back and the air is slowly creeping up my new frock, I got it for a pre-Christmas gift and I have to try it on to see if it fits, I like the button line in my chest and how it sits neatly on top of my breast, it awakes a certain passion that reveals the designers thoughts in daylight action.
The side lines are amusing too, it accentuates a feature about me and you, I will wear to the New year's Eve ball with a scarf to match and warm air running up my back, and my legs standing in harmony with them.
I love the thought of winter running around the town, wearing long dress and miniskirts and the market women in the town singing in the street have caught on to the cultural beat.
Big women with broad hips dance forcefully and pull in the crowds and they too start jumping around. They sold off everything in a jiffy just because of the rhythm in their behind, and the patterns they create with the rhythm in their feet.
You can do business anywhere as long as you have something profound to share. Everyone starts doing rock and roll in the street and the market women start turning up the winter heat.
I want your winter to melt into my sun so that you can take up the bible and run and when my shoes cannot fit on your feet, you can try the lace up one that runs up your legs and place the stocking next to them. We are going on a ride with the ninja motorbike we will have fun on the high way and until the troubles fade away.
Winter is blowing in my back, and mountain goats are shouting. It is snowing way up there and there is no way they are going to get out of there.
When you are surrounded what can you do? but take a good look at the obstacle and find a way to break through. When the lions and the tiger are grinding their teeth and their paws are resting on the platter telling you that it is time for supper. You have got to find a way to break through the lion and the tiger’s leg.
Winter is sitting on the mountain and passion is rising in the skies.
Time was when in a golden age begun
I gazed upon an infinite beauty,
and at the heart of her constellation
in a silk cotton dress a vision was she.
I vowed the ends of the earth to follow
your heavenly star wherever it led,
and to sit beside your desk in your glow
but sat my old nemesis in my stead.
Bows in your hair and stardust in your eyes
rushed my pulse to farthest extremity,
but when the Age of Innocence dies
lost is the life and joy you gave to me.
You were my universe my celestial lass
with flowing waves of hair a free spirit -
into its magnetic pull in our earthly pass
I was a flashing comet in your orbit.
Now I feel my pulse and racing heart slowed
since I followed you home down Valley Road.
But I was just a boy and smitten you see
and you were my girl, sweet Beverly.
Bows in your hair and stardust in your eyes
rushed my pulse to farthest extremity,
but when the Age of Innocence dies
lost is the life and joy you gave to me.
Written: November 1992
I wrote two terrible poems last night.
Will this one be another?
I am looking at the clock.
It is time to leave and get the oil changed.
I read the sign as I pull in.
No Shirt, No Shoes, No Mask, No Service.
I don my mask before entering.
I greet the girl behind the counter.
Do I need an appointment?
I do not know all the rules.
She replies, walk-ins welcomed.
Politely takes my keys.
Just an oil change JC, I nod.
She knows me by name.
Not because of my Poetry.
It is just that I have been here before.
The service starts promptly.
Three now toil on my vehicle.
It used just to be one.
I am the lone customer in the reception area.
Tv still playing the same station.
No more free coffee.
My soul smiles, anyway.
I guess I should have expected it.
I start to listen to Janine Jansen, Vivaldi.
My earbuds are a no-name brand.
I wish I had my Audiophile headset.
But that would be rude.
The technician approaches me.
I was expecting this.
It is not a cabin filter this time.
That would only cost me an extra twenty bucks.
He explains I need my transmission fluid changed.
That is another One Hundred and Eighty bucks.
Shows me the samples he took.
I agree, and he says it will take a little while longer.
As I sit here listening to music.
My keys arrive twenty minutes later.
Drat, I still need a little more hope.
I was looking for one more concerto.
Time to pay as panic sets.
Did I forget my wallet?
No, it is here in my back pocket.
A wave of relief washes over me.
I am slowly returning to normalcy.
On the way home, I am thinking, Metallica.
1st place
BRIAN'S CHOICE 10,any form,any theme
Contest Judged: 5/30/2020 4:05:00 AM
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Here’s a poem that must be true
cause I’m about to tell it to you
I was once a stardust spec
that came to earth & caused a wreck
my Angel wings withered away
as I preferred the night to day
causing havoc wherever I went
forgetting I was heaven sent
until the day I almost died
could be true, or have I lied?
I’m one part Angel, but Devil too
I push & pull in all I do
an Angel when needed with a devilish grin
one more Saint the other more sin
the one you see is up to you
depends on mood & what you do
there’s benefits to both, sinner & saint
Who do you choose? either ones quaint.
Sitting on the shore
Couldn't see clearly no more
The waves were crashing in
And the rain was soaking me to the skin
Saw a man in a wooden boat
Sailing happily afloat
The wind turned to a gale
He had to pull in his sail.
The storm was brewing in my mind
The skies darkened, my eyes blind
The waves kept pounding on the shore
"She don't love you anymore"
Wondered what went wrong
With a love so strong
I wish I could turn back time
To when she was all mine
Her tender love was so sweet
That nobody will ever beat
Knew I had to let go
Made my mind blow
The storm was brewing in my mind
The skies darkened, my eyes blind
The waves kept pounding on the shore
"She don't love you anymore"
The scrape of tooth
on my bottom lip
as she pulls
her kiss
milisecs
away
agonise
the wait
...oh the wait
My breath deliberately
taken
Skin that tastes the flesh beneath
Muscles undulate
in untrained ways
Truths become elusive
Masquerading as the senses
Death slouches from the rooms corner
But pauses in politeness
Or watching
whose to know
Those moments space
is give and taken
Those spluttered grunts
and mewing purrs
A giggled snarl
words from banned books ripped
Skin pierced backs
as nails pull in unison
Rythmed beasts
Agonyistically unstatic
Run the gaunlet raw
Hold my gaze
with unkempt fire
let me kiss
your slipping breath
Oneness held
in tempered moments
For the devil to replay
Echoed musks the room
Ripping hearts
pulls breast
breath takes breath
Its roaring whimpered
in the cavern
of our
intertwined and wined
stems
Staring at the stars dancing
in the mirrors
of her sleeping sweat
A little tree in the middle of winter.
While, all others had taken a rest,
Was left to ponder, when is my break.
Why must my leaves stay green.
For, what purpose have I been called out.
Then, in gratitude,seeing there must still be,
One, that needs this fruit.
Absorbing, from an unknown source to many,
The leaves embrace the sunlight's touch,
Waiting patiently to pull in the warmth,
From a cold harsh darkened night,
Throwing up braches to the sun,
The dew is drawn within the veins.
In excitement of this new day,
To grow as much as possible,
While, the sun draws ,the lifted branches ,
towards its direction to breathe in life.
In excitement to bring forth the good fruit,
To one that comes by on this wayward path.
Seeking, this fruit where none other come from.
That this fruit might dwell within to create a new life.
??1 Corinthians? ?3:6?-?9? ?KJVAAE??
[6] I have planted, Apol´los watered; but God gave the increase. [7] So then neither is he that planteth any thing, neither he that watereth; but God that giveth the increase. [8] Now he that planteth and he that watereth are one: and every man shall receive his own reward according to his own labor. [9] For we are laborers together with God: ye are God's husbandry, ye are God's building.
Picture my brother sent to me of his tree on January 15,
Enspired this writing: ) God's beautiful creation is all around us when we seek: )