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Love the snow, love the ice,
But stay inside don't be enticed,
To rush out in the icy storm,
Rejecting all that's safe and warm,
To make snow angels, plunge through drifts,
Until at last you feel the grip,
Of icy fingers clutch your bones,
And you begin to long for home,
Where safe and snug beside the fire,
You watch the storm and Nature's ire,
Build and blow against the pane,
And watch the trees bend and strain,
Against the chilling icy gale,
And listen to her moan and wail,
Like a lost soul in the storm,
While inside you're safe and warm.
It's most unwise to tempt Fate's hand,
But sometimes that's the wont of Man.
Nature cares not for a fool,
Sometimes her lessons can be cruel.
Bright trees in May time , of evergreen lace,
Cuddle larks perched above on twigs , winging
Draped with hued flora all over the place
Each bud, each petal , the anthem of spring.
Feathery the elm robed in velvet bloom,
Gone is Old Jack Winter’s glacial soak
Heralding new cycle’s minty perfume
Inside our garden, now verdant the oak.
Joyful tots with kites rush out to the lane,
Kicking their heels for giggly, cheery flight
Laughter aglow through sweet birdsong’s refrain
Mingled with whirling of bees…such pure delight!
Nothing but sheen lifts the maple , to rise
Offering a burst of charm wrapped in bliss;
Playful the folks that view this morn’s surprise
Quick yet gentle are dreams from springtime’s kiss!
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She storms into the room
there is fire in her eyes
and thunder in her step
rage rumbling reckless
She's livid
a live wire of fire
charged
She's on the move
To punish
Is it a rumor or reality?
He has explaining to do...
She rushes at him
Pounding on his chest
words pent up all day
rush out in deluge
drenching him
he tries to pin her hands down
to make her understand
to undo this "misunderstand"
but she pushes him
her pride scorching him
her eyes sparking
passion raging
~~~R*A*G*I*N*G~~~
He pushes her against the wall
pins her hands above her head
"Listen to me!
You got it all wrong!!!"
she pushes against him
breasts heaving
legs kicking
and he's inflamed
her passion burns him
combusts in his mind
and he crushes her with his body
she bites his lips
as they close over hers
he loses his grip
her fingernails dig into his bare chest
trails of red
Growling in pain
He forces her....
kicking and screaming...
down to the floor
Pins her again
"Listen! WOMAN!"
She looks up into his face
breathless
and he goes for her mouth again
Taking her lips into his mouth
sucking fiercely
his tongue tames
fierce...his need to possess
to claim
She fights to free her hands
and they are on his neck
Pulling him in...in
Her lips respond in like
his hand finds her hair
leverage...a grasp
he pulls to expose her neck
And he attacks
kisses...bites...His revenge
His innocence turned to intensity's indignation
she sighs...she moans...
the sounds goading him on
As he loses himself in her cleavage
licking up her perfume
His favorite scent...
sensuous sexy sweet
the storm is fever pitch
in a flash of lightning speed
He lies her bare
and thunders in the thighs
she opens for him...wide
eyes closed
she bites her lower lip
to muffle her cries
as he rides....rides
His victory ride of righteous pride
and she's left
breathless...spent
in a storm of tears
released...repentant
of her insane jealousy
the storm passes over
and in the stillness
he speaks...
his voice shattered...weak
in her presence now calm
meek
"Your anger is beautiful
your rage my relish...
but now...come,"
His voice a whisper
as he pulls her in to him
"Come into my arms
and know the truth....
You're my one and only
My Passion STORM
Is YOU....YOU
Serenity...is overrated."
The three imps decided to explore
And obtain a few treats as before.
Behind them, a cat mewed for her treat
But they refused in their own conceit.
The feline vowed she'd have her revenge,
They weren't afraid of any challenge
The cat saw them enter unafraid
As night darkness fell all light did fade.
A sharp moonbeam fell on a painting.
A lady, lovely but eyes glaring.
She screamed at the bad boys for stealing
The treats, in a manner unfeeling.
Fear entered their souls as all sweets fell.
The woman uttered a nasty spell
The moon shone brightly on the beauty.
On her lap, she kissed her black booty.
Many came to see cat on her lap,
It is witchcraft, said a nervous chap.
No one dared enter the house at night,
They'd rush out in fear, scratched and uptight.
As the dawn awakens the sky,
The stars can settle for rest.
The sun in the blink of an eye,
Will breach the horizon's crest.
The weary rise to their feet,
To begin a brand new day.
A routine they must repeat,
In order to earn their pay.
Children will rush out the door,
To catch their buses to school.
Mothers must mop the floor,
To absorb the milk in a pool.
The city at last comes alive,
With the bustling of the crowd.
The hopes to be done around five,
Depends if their work is endowed.
When the clock gets closer to noon,
A half hour is given for lunch.
But that time goes by too soon,
Then back to the grind for the crunch.
Homeward they arrive in their cars,
And when supper is finally done,
The moon says hello to the stars;
And waves goodbye to the sun.
Woke up on the wrong side of the bed.
There's a mind numbing pain at work in my head.
Wash my hair and comb my face,
Something died in my mouth, where's the toothpaste.
Grab a quick bit of breakfast and rush out the door.
Can't find my keys they fell on the floor.
Finally find them and start the car.
I'm gonna be late, well that's about parr.
Hit every stop light on the way to work,
Look down and notice there's a stain on my shirt.
Forgot to let Spike out, he's crossing his legs.
Have to go back, this morning's the dregs.
The absolute bottom, the pits, it's the worst!
What else could happen, it seems that I'm cursed!
Wait a minute, it's Monday, first day of the week.
No wonder this day has begun so bleak.
Come ahead Monday, get it over with now!
I've got bon bons and chocolates and a little brown cow,
To soothe and to comfort my poor shattered nerves,
And to bind and to buffer the slings and the curves;
Do your worst Monday, come on have a fit!
You can't scare me, I've got chocolate!
Soldiers Called
© 2009 (Jim Sularz)
In a strange Land, in a far-off Sea, ships set sail to scar Man and Earth.
When diplomacy fails, shattering Hopes for Peace, hate propels War’s unwanted birth.
Months and years of mock exercise and drills to check complete.
To prepare for a War that may never come, but is born when tyranny’s unleashed.
On that tearful day when Soldiers called, break formation to say goodbye.
Children rush out to clutch Soldier’s legs, tremble, and start to cry.
But Soldiers know, they have to go, to keep play soldiers safe.
From yet another tyranny, in yet, another place.
On embattled shores where fallen foes and heroes fiercely fight.
The battle ground will be sanctified by those who die that night.
Through the grime, and with sweat, and with blood, and with tears.
Through the horror of War, sometimes frozen with fear.
From battle to battle, fighting shore to shore.
Nothing escapes from the Hands of War.
Men killing Men with all of their might.
Unchain a Bomb with a blinding light.
When a long, brutal War finally ends - claiming it’s broken and countless dead.
The Boys that charged as a spirited Godsend - return dazed, War hardened, Iron Men.
And when some Soldiers come Home, they’re never quite the same.
Because their silent War rages on, every Night and every Day.
On Veteran’s day with the cheering crowds and the waving flags.
They celebrate the Soldier’s sacrifice in a very special way.
But a Soldier’s mind is just a flash away.
To a place called Hell where they died that day.
Now, with the Soldiers worn and their bodies bent.
A once embattled foe has become a friend.
And when the Day comes, to blow the final taps for all.
The old Units will be lined up and ready - for the last Roll Call.
The women far outnumber
All the ticket-holding men
And they’re decked out in their jewels
They haven’t worn since who-knows-when.
Their outfits are forgiving,
Hiding several extra pounds
And their make-up makes them glow,
Although some wrinkling abounds.
They’re delighted just to be there
On an outing with some friends,
All who rush out to the bathroom
Just as soon as Act I ends.
Most obey and shut their cell phones
And their candies they unwrap,
But there’s always one whose ringtone
Jingles loudly from her lap.
When the curtain falls, they bundle
In their coats, all set to go
And with hugs they part until
Next book club, mah jongg game or show.
The Midnight Hour
Something about a woman’s beauty makes me go crazy.
The woman puts her children to bed, so they won’t see
what grown people do at night.
Hands that touched.
Skirts that danced around.
The images, the view of couples.
The music stops.
Rage took over.
The red headed boy that laid in blood.
A dial for help, a place for sorrow.
The party still goes on.
Have you approached a face you never met before?
The tales of the night, have you said enough to score?
Clothes that smell like smoke.
The band that played, the crowd went wild.
The night is still young, the streetlights that came on.
The dark blue skies of the late night.
The bartender that said goodbye.
The rush out the door.
The sounds of the ambulance that drove by.
The walk down the empty street.
The shadows that flash from the streetlights.
The midnight hour is still young.
The red headed boy was pronounced dead at 11:45 p.m.
(Note: A truly sad day. Learnt that the
soul of Anthony Bourdain has taken
leave of this mortal earth. May his departed
soul rest in peace with 'No Reservations' in a
better place of light, love and joy. This poem
is for you, Mr Bourdain. We will miss your
food trips, travelogue and witty conversations.)
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A touching feel of plain old truth,
Notes of crisp quest in sure food zest;
Taste how art heals with chef as proof,
Hurl of pure crest for travel fest;
One art that styles a human reach,
Now gone away to distant shores;
Yield cast of smiles in sanguine teach.
Be as it may for brilliance more,
Oblige food craves in abrupt times;
Urge joy to spring in strange new lands,
Rush out to brave and bridge odd chimes;
Dance in full swing cultures not bland,
Apt your foray for plain food fare,
Imprint fond play of simple airs,
Now we mourn day you left these cares.
Leon Enriquez
08 June 2018
Hamlet Place, ACT