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Dedicated to My Blessing, Timothy Lee, with Endless Love
Loving me includes a two-for-one, challenging package
because I love and care for my grown, special-needs son.
He said his love’s sincerity held my son in its reality.
Loving him revealed my heart’s innate, soulmate measure,
and the tenderness two honed hearts can lovingly render.
Happiness surged and rose through my flesh, blood and bones.
Call me old-fashioned, but after decades spent in an office,
I embraced his wish that I handle hearth and let him provide.
Everything from bills to meals were my responsibility deal
that blended with his labors and lent smoothness to savor.
For many years our efforts combined in tension free designs
of two hearts and heads free of pressure’s grayish binds.
Then came a day when I disappeared for years inside our home.
Though present, my brain issues left him abandoned and alone
with the strife of obligations in life for me, himself and my son.
He took on everything from meals, bills, cleaning and toiletries
while tortured by concern and weighty fears he could not free.
How bleak it must have been,
wishing to fix,
never able to mend.
When my mind came back, I asked why he had not chosen to run,
pointed out we weren’t married, no obligation existed to bind him.
I stated his life had surely turned tough, with struggles of enough.
I was holding his hand and my teary eyes were attached to his
when he said, "for you, my heart grew a steadfast, loyal love and
leaving you, our life and son was something I never thought of.”
LOVE PEACE CHARITY
To Love and be loved
is the greatest bliss of God
Love is the noblest power overpowering love for power.
Love is the emerald emotion of human.
Placid tranquil peace ensuing easy smoothness
assuring serenity of surrounding
Cool calm approach devoid of conflict
attaining eternal quietude.
Charity to begin at home.
while humble heart helps without expectation.
Spontaneous desire for aids to provide on devotion and dedication.
Wholehearted response to needy as frolic giver.
Implementing materialistic assistance on temperament to donate
Impulsive voluntary emotive urge to initiate charity.
10/12/19
[For the uninitiated or for the inebriated
Or because I fear my story might be underrated
I feel I should advise you using any fact that fits
That Sixgun Sid has wooden legs and other wooden bits.]
****
Sixgun Sid stood in the dock and swore he didn't know
Why ladies didn’t like his wooden member down below
He said, “Some things go hand in hand with rocking to and fro
That’s how I left a splinter where a splinter shouldn't go
“She dragged me in the shrubbery and took me there and then
I thought she was euphoric when she squealed out loud but then…
I had a smoothness problem as your witness has attested
And so I grabbed some sandpaper… and got myself arrested
“I’ll swear before this court she was all over me that day
But then my wooden legs etcetera made her stop and say,
‘Why can’t you, like other cowboys, just shoot from the hip?’
But then she spent ten minutes pulling splinters from her lip.”
The judge said, “I have heard enough, my judgement will be sound
You shared your love, but also, she was putting it around
I think that I should send you to the gallows with your lover
But I’m concerned those gallows might turn out to be your brother.”
Long ago I was given a medallion, a gift from a beautiful women
when she gave it she said "remember"
Whenever I look at it, I remember
The night, the music, the snow falling outside, the frosted windows
This medallion has a flower engraved on it, with the word love
When I look at the medallion a song plays in my head
a beautiful piece of music called Europa, it haunts me still
A night when love was held like a beautiful painting
by two souls lost seeking fire with hearts of caged emotion
where a timeless sense of forever was burned
into the fabric of our wants and needs
I can still smell her perfume, still, feel the smoothness of silk
still see the candles flickering she lit before playing Europa
On a small table, the empty wine glasses reflected the candlelight
in a glimmering glow
She led me into an unknown world with a smile
where every sense was opened and spilled
Of all the memories I hold close, none as tight as this one
The night I was taught romantic theater
by a beautiful woman and her music
3/14/21 contest I Remember
sponsor Malabika Ray Choudhury
I wonder why you stole it –
As a trade-in for some food?
To pay a debt or maybe just
‘Cause you were in the mood?
Perhaps you simply liked the style –
A squarish flat red stone
Set into gold, quite possibly
The nicest thing you’d own.
My grandpa made it easy –
In the hospital, in bed.
Was he still breathing when you took it
Or already dead?
As a kid, I liked to touch it,
Feel the smoothness of the gem.
My brothers liked it, too –
It should be worn by one of them.
But no, you had to have it
For the family, wracked by grief,
Didn’t think about the chance
Of being ripped off by a thief.
*This happened over 50 years ago but
I either never knew about it or had forgotten
it. My brother recently reminded me of the
story. A diamond lapel pin was also taken.
He writes to me in curly cues painting
fractals on pressed paper made of rice.
Shreds of simple stalks are beaten to
bare the smoothness of his script.
We have not known each other long
but we have known each other since
man first made fire, the poet and his
muse. His presentation fascinates
with swirls of brush or indian ink
he strokes, both deep and long,
with pleasant pressure most often.
His words though highbrow smack
of pent passions, watering palates
and earthy scents. The wanting so sweet
no reality could fill the expanse, the
oceans of prose, the mountains which
jut provocatively, daring, inviting, the cleats
of man, use pinion and hammer triumphantly
upon the bounty of breast, the thigh of night
the whimper of dawn. Poet preen for your muse
Caress the unsullied parchment whiteness
in the hollow of my neck.
First Published in Pyrokinection May 2013
I will start with using my hand as a guide
And in the end I will open my eyes that I will decide
I consider to do this with one thing in mind
I will close my eyes and will imagine it blind
With no colors or fractionation of the light
Just plain me and a vision with my hand as my sight
My hair is very coarse and some what fine
What I just described is so benign
I twirl my hair and make it bend
And I will say its very clean not oily on the ends
As I press on my forehead I simply feel a distinct part
I notice from hair to skin it is very different from the start
The simple partings from hair not like skin
I am going to feel with my other hand and begin
The smoothness of my skin like years of water eroding a rough rock surface smooth
Not just that my skin is like home to years of stories like scars and attitude
And when I raise my eyebrows the wrinkles it makes is more so for expression
I did not notice it with certain ideas, thoughts, and emotions
I run my hands down to my eyelids I feel movement of my eyes trying to peek
Eyelids that I have, vibrates with some kind of fear, Why?, that I will seek
Just now as I thought about it a sensation ran through my brain
My eyes is the world to me and that is true and not insane
Myself portrait of me is through my touch for now
But to finish it I will have to open my eyes soon and how
I been in a trance full of so many ideas just with my eyes closed
I run my hand on my nose and lips and I smile who could apposed
The feelings in the tip of my fingers rub on my chin and jaw with care
I do notice roughness of unshaved velcro gripping hair
I skip my ears so I will sneak a feel with my fingers I chose
I notice it is like my nose with cartilage, so I don't suppose
I will now open my eyes that I will use a mirror to see myself
My head is oval shape and my neck is like a stump, please help
My skin is very tan and my eyes are brown with my eyes I see
With all the description with my hands, one sure thing is the same and key
It is the description of measurements that is what my hands and eyes can see me
With a smile I am looking into the mirror and I can describe that I am happy
Myself portrait of me is such a way to get to know myself once more
I will never think it was a waste of time or a bore
The darkness
The smolder
The actions
The interests
It all lies down under the dark category
But somehow
Something inside me
Dislikes the night
And prefers the morning
Prefers the light
Prefers the peace
The smoothness
But somehow
A world with peace
Is like a world with no life
I prefer the daylight
Rather than the gloomy outcome of night
I prefer the joy, the everyday actions of the day
And dislike the scary creepy mood of atmosphere
At night
But somehow, I can’t explain it
I live both worlds, and can never give up one of them
Cuz they make each other possible
Cuz I am who I want to be
And I am both with no disguise
whats the duration of love
when do the introductions began
are those in the background
sought for their ability to soothout the foreground
causing the total package
to have full richness, savored and sweetened
by the perfection of singer and proper lyric.
are the tones evenly portioned.
do they compliment the sound.
bassy rich tones, and rich edgey treble
are the lectric bass and treble tones
in full compliment of the orchestra
and are the sounds of each section highlighted
in a harmonic smoothness that
is put together to inspire
others to love and like
the complete image.
worded to have meaning.
music is right in all-times
lyrics have the same meaning from
period to period.
great the mention,
pay attention
somebody else loves
listening
to this song with you
the right time and the right detail.
soothed out ready for love
KEEPING ME IN LOVE WITH written by the Composer..../ sung by the Singer..../ Music written, scored, and arranged by.. Won Heck of a Guy
he also contracted the string , horns andpersuscain, he allowed
Whatchamacall-it to arrange and contract the woodwinds. Executive Producer
Fill-in The Name
from Ya'll Bouis Music.
Let's Be Franc donated to the sweet richness of the background singers.
Intro piano six chords from
Piano concerto Sixty-nine. "Rupt-Da-Flow" got busy with the newness and enginering.
Ya'll Bouis..Liked my Sound : loves my sound? punk what-cha gone do-about dat? Anyway we got something Specail For Ya!
Gul-Haubouis, she reed-member just how I like it.
real pretty Tulieps
put them right were folk can look at them!
your eyes close …
mine stay open, bewitched
my lips move soft along your cheek -
a sublime dermal journey
from nape to mouth
I brush yours with mine, as if
miming a sigh
and they part ... slowly ... sweetly
I pull back, slightly, then press again,
tender …
our lips fit … perfectly
the way my fingers fill the spaces
in yours - the way our
bodies merge like buttery heaven …
tongues touch and dance
twisting, loving, playing ... exploring
I taste, then tickle your teeth
running my tip along their
clean smoothness, as a stick atop
a white picket fence
(or fingers across piano keys)
seeking every corner ... every flavor
I savor each delectable nuance
that your pretty cheeks hide -
the wonderment of saucy spices
guarded by that dazzled smile
for me alone …
craving, you share the tang of mine -
remnants of your nectar still
clinging like honey …
it all mixes and swirls with
our sugary tongues -
a delicious delight …
a few stray strands of your platinum
herbal tresses caught between …
relenting to my fantasies
and the electric sensations that
flood my core -
our mouths devouring, hot
my eyes finally close
and I plunge your depths
lost in you ...
in our HUNGER.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Completely Your Choice (21) Any Theme, Any Form" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Strand Pick F, Any Theme, Any Form" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Love Is The Answer" Poetry Contest, Lu Loo, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Completely Your Choice 21, Any Form, Any Theme" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.