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There are rules, one must follow
For any event, to maintain decorum
Religion and Politics are forbidden
No matter the event, venue or forum
You may, however, invite a representative
One in the know, but no passion allowed
No one mousy, and withdrawn
But one who loves to be seen, mingling in the crowd
Be sure to bring to the table, identity
People can relate with "named," special, folk
Never bring a whitewashed fool
Or someone whose fallen from grace into the butt of a joke
When the rubber meets the road, reaction is action
No slamming on the brakes! Just ease into the take
Avoid those who are at the extremes
Too little, too much, the middle is always safe
You can bring them to a boil, slow and easy
Their breath will slip away, into the grave
.....we need bodies....not PEOPLE!!!!
Life events, without connection, discernment
Bodies moving to the music on the dance floor
If the disc, cd, computer program fails, no problem
There's the record, always playing at the back door
Habits, called religion, politics, safety, security
Keep logic from making a run to sanity's red alert
Even when all the events have been experienced
And the last card played, the loins are girt
..................about with...............................truth
We are going to our last destination
With ticket in hand, to the pearly gates
And when the roll is called up yonder
Plan "B"ers will finally see GOD don't play
.......................by man's rules
Written by Trudy Schrader on 12/03/2020
Nets are hauled and homeward go the shrimp boats
rolling slow and easy on a sunset path,
their droning engines chugging
over a rippling seafoam.
In the mangrove swamp
an egret sets its white sails and glides upwards
upon hot winds.
The sky opens for its passage
leading it through a cloudless window.
Cypress roots grip the darkening water.
their knees just above a brackish deep.
Mosquitoes dance in the dank
as shadows reach inwards.
Tonight on the bayou, grills will be heated,
pots filled,
while fishing nets are neatly reefed and mended
by rough and ready hands.
Children will skip and play in the barefooted
calm of late evening,
until carried away to their cots
sleepily listening to anhinga and loon
chant their native calls
beneath a far from sleeping lakeside moon.
Midnight rendezvous
I'm dreaming of tonight,(6)
cause I know I'm gonna be with you(9)
Everything will be alright,(7)
we've got a midnight rendezvous(8)
I see that you need me,(6)
You can't wait until I come around(9)
We'll take it slow and easy,(7)
Don't worry I won't let you down(8)
Chorus
We've got a midnight rendezvous
(and) I can't wait to be with you
We've got a midnight rendezvous
and I'm dreaming of what we will do
Your whispers and your sighs,(6)
Harmonize with what's inside your mind.(9)
There's no need to fantasize,(7)
Because tonight you are the prize(8)
I've never had a love,(6)
that controls my body and my soul(9)
I can never get enough,(7)
How together we rock and roll(8)
Chorus
We've got a midnight rendezvous
(and) I can't wait to be with you
We've got a midnight rendezvous
and I'm dreaming of what we will do
There's a fire in your eyes,(6)
I know ev'ry little thing you need(9)
I love it when you beg me,
Oh,baby, baby, baby please!(8)
Chorus
We've got a midnight rendezvous
(and) I can't wait to be with you
We've got a midnight rendezvous
and I'm dreaming of what we will do
I'm dreaming of tonight...
'cause I know I'm gonna be with you!
May 20,2019
John Derek Hamilton
revised December 15,2018
I stopped by the park to have a slow and easy walk; I felt the fresh air blowing in my face and a positive energy circulating around the place as nature move seductively among the trees and the birds were flying with the breeze. I looked towards the skies of hope, to remove the residue of doubt, but something deep in the woods, a presence burning among the trees sucking all the energy from me. The yellow wasp and the honeybee are standing in the wilderness, waiting for thee, they have nest everywhere so be careful when you go there. I walk the park alone looking for a quiet place to roam, but deep down in the woods are mysteries that no one understood. Nature is free, but the animals and the insects are bothering me, they come from everywhere, with long beaks, big hooves, husky voices and fearful appearances, when you come in contacts with them at nights, they give you an awful fright, hooting and bleating lurks in the woods, crying and barking bellowed through the back door; the sound in the woods tangled in the bushes are intruding on your privacy and taking away your energy. There is a party at the park, so meet me before it gets dark; the sounds are intimidating, offensive and humiliating. You have got to clear the path so that visitors can feel confident after dark. This is the path to the sea, and you must weed out the track to communicate with thee. The track in the park will lead to the woods and disburse into place with many different faces. Sounds in the woods cannot be understood; if the barriers are there, it will take you a very long time to get there. Sounds in the woods are listening to you; sounds in the woods are telling you what to do.
Trust your own heart!
She moves her body with a sexual tempo, slow and easy does it
She’s on the corner every night, dressed in next to nothing; skimpily clad
Alluring men in her seductress trap a web of pleasure mixed with dishonesty
She’s exchanging pleasure for cash its a means to an end, survival that's all it is
She doesn’t care who is her partner
She just needs to pay her bills
She makes no plans for tomorrow, time takes care of its self
Her body is worn out from all the late-night adventures
A car stops to pick her up
She walks up, negotiates her price and jump in the front seat
She has no care if she lives or die, all that matters are the bills to pay and the kids to feed
She gives pleasure for cash …the money is all that matters, that's all she needs
She cares zero about her safety, she's just living from day to day
She has no education so the streets is all she knows
She just survives every night, selling herself just to pay the bills and feed her kids…survival, that's all it is
Today in North Bay, Ontario we decided to to slow down…to sit around… uncontested
to take it easy and pace ourselves…as our friend Chandra has suggested
We wonder if she was reminding us to pause
to take tin the beauty that surrounds us….to contemplate…to behold
or if she was worried we needed to rest because we’re getting old.
For whatever reason…today…for Chandra’s sake
we slept in…then with the sun’s blessing kayaked on the lake.
We paddled around Lake Nipissing…at a slow and easy glide
with a cool breeze on our faces and a family of ducks by our side.
Then we sat on the deck of our cottage…in the shade..a cozy nook
where the only thing we had to do was relax and read a book.
Today…like so many days on this trip…every day to be precise
we’ve looked around at where we are and have said how this is paradise.
From the mountains, rivers, lakes…the plains, the flowers the trees
to the sunrises, sunsets, clouds…every cool morning and afternoon breeze.
What we have discovered…and here I promise to be concise…
is that, at least for us, there will always be…two parts to paradise.
We believe finding paradise on Earth…is not a fantasy or a myth….
It’s a combination of the beautiful places we have been…
and the person we’re sharing them with.
Which means if we’re lucky…and so far this has proven to be true
the where is important to finding Paradise…but not as important as who.
So thanks you Chandra for your concern…
now that we’ve had enough time to recover
we’ll be back on the road tomorrow…
we have more paradises to discover
The secret for great flavor
in a baked cherry pie
Add a little almond extract
for the taste that will happily surprise
For dull tasteless vegetables
like cabbage and green beans
Add a little bacon grease
watch the kids lick their plate clean
For tender succulent beef
every Chinese chef knows
Mix the beef with baking soda
become a stir fry hero
Sauces to bland slow down
simmer that sauce for a taste profound
Slow and easy a little sugar will do
cook extra for second helpings too
Need some flavor oomph
in meats gravies and stews
A good shake of Worcestershire sauce
your taste buds will woo
Add the old stand by for any plan dishes
pour on the ketchup make it delicious
But the true secret ingredient every cook knows
a little love adds the flavor that makes your kitchen glow.
Smokey hillside, offers flavors
of privacy bared open.
Reading like futuristic three,
maybe fourth dimensional sign
that says "open".
The neighbors business blabbed
all around by "Miss social, "the "original", organic-loving and down to earth hippie.
She corrals Betty's stew and wafts it up for my senses to approve.
As I walk the lush and the crunch
of her ravine.
She carries on about what a beautiful day it is-
Showing me the harmony of relationships that the greenery of the Glade has procured out of Barter alone.
Lifting my shirt in a tuft of tantalizing-underhandedness,
to persuade me to agree.
As she sneaks a charming smile
simultaneous in pure corruption to let it go down easy.
A sugarpill for my already cult hypnotized serenity.
Field urchin pick pockets flirt the occasional cameo, with tails in question or exclamation.
To show I'm headed the right way.
Like sports judges, critiquing my
choice of approach or in the approach my body language parlays.
The autumn air has an air to it.
A magic that lies in hibernation
the rest of the year,
letting you think it may never return.
But here it is mixed with stove smoke and creating thin tendriled and adult curved imagery from the chimneys, in snapshot fluidity.
Slow and easy so that I don't
miss a thing.
After a bit I find the birds want me to critique this time.
After getting poll position,
and stuffing their feathers,
they sound off.
With a contrived, but surprisingly,
not at all nauseating display of
look how small I am but!....overacting cutesy.
In a way, it's a bit disgusting.
In it's neediness in competition.
What is this Star Search?
I chose my favorite after long deliberation.
But told no one, so that no feelings
were hurt and next walk will be a
continuation, thawed, right in step
with today.
Let's go somewhere where time goes slow
Let's walk a shoreline to and fro
Let's count the stars off one by one
And never count on being done
For that's the point, to always be
Counting stars off, you and me
See this way we won't ever end
Thus we won't have to wonder when
We'll see each other once again
Let's toast a sunset sip by sip
Let's drink a rainstorm drip by drip
Let's love each other long and right
Then in each other's arms that night
Snuggle up and cuddle in
Beneath a blanket, skin on skin
And in that way then fall asleep
I'll count yous instead of sheep
Unpublished dreams of you I'll keep
Make love to me with
your poem, your poetry.
Flow slowly do not rush it.
not so fast.
Let your words last.
Stroke me slowly
Put your back into it.
Caress my totality
Draw me into your world
let me succumb -to your glib tongue
I hear your commands
As you slowly express
how capable you are
Expanding my mind
taking me places I've never been
Firmly holding me in the grips
of your suspense.
I was tense
Waiting for the end – you, letting me
down gently as your poem ended
I bask in the aftermath of a poetry bath
Thinking of the ecstasy of
where your poetry took me.
I let down my hair because
you swoon creativity
I get off on your enunciation
and affections- inflections
Word erections-sensitivity
and vulnerability
Allowing me to feel every word-
as you speak slowly
you enter me with your "diction".
Slow and easy you speak to me
Stroking me with your poetry...
You took me to peaks
of ecstasy with your
sweet glib tongue
and that's why
I let you make ...
Make sweet Poetry to me…
© Vicki Acquah