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Every February fourteenth,
(reference Gregorian Calendar see
High Middle Ages his Saints' Day)
which combs thee
day after morrow aye decree
Tweedledum and Tweedledee
mine near one and same
mean mein near best buddy
donning Harris tweed plus sundry
other manifold couture to express free
expression like... once upon time
innocently naive barenaked lady
Chatterley young hippy feeling groovy,
albeit (think psychedelic) swiftly tailored
Harry styled vested gentry
twills nonetheless seam, née
upon aforesaid occasion intoxicated spree
formerly honored when animalistic glee
burst asunder courtesy biological key
hormones thawing lovely frozen bones
buzzfeeding, delivering, exuding earthy
primal propensities originally
linkedin with Lupercalia
nonetheless, encompassing various
animalistic, erotic, narcissistic... needs ye
not not necessarily be apprised,
where altruistic festive folk would easily agree
to hunker down no matter
sheepishness prevalent within
wooled wide web re:
guarding Islanders at their homes
Islands named total more'n three
amidst Lewis, Harris, Uist, Barra
and several pertinences, all fertile
like lasses christened Galilee,
yet all known as Outer Hebrides.
Now really as one ewe man
misanthrope to another I advise
Cupid doth surprize
god of desire, erotic love,
hoop fully experienced
before permanent demise,
where mortals whisked no matter
sullen sensate (human and/or other) being
vainly, morosely, and futilely cries
passion play his trademark guise
plus tell tale sign tear streaming eyes
(think head over heels
lovestruck gals and guys)
willingly yoking, where
(of quartz) romancing stone
temple pilot paunches face
(case toward albeit point yours truly) applies
young and old paramours recognize
steeped within storied mythologize
as one after another arrow
(whipped out quiver) guise
nocked, molded then loosed
courtesy once taut than slack bowstring
bedazzles lovers with stars
glistening in their lovestruck blind eyes
any unspoken inapropos prurience,
I eagerly, honestly, and readily, apologize.
Babe, your beautiful hair,
Shines so lovely in the sunlit air,
Your standing there,
Makes me stand and stare,
'cause you look so fine'
Each and everytime,
You're one of a kind, in every mans mind,
'cause babe you look so fine,
Yea babe, you look so fine,
You and those angel eyes,
There's no surprize, all the other guys,
Say you look so fine,
Babe your standing there,
Looks so lovely in the moonlit air,
Your skin so fair,
Makes me stand and stare,
'cause you look so fine,
And everytime,
You blow my mind, I'm not lyin',
'cause babe you look so fine,
Yea, you look so fine,
You and those angel eyes,
There's no surprize, all the other guys,
Say you look so fine,
Under stars of night, or daylight,
You look so fine, yea, babe you look so fine.
Let’s make the most of this sign
There’s a blanket of cloud in the sky
The first drop of snow has fallen
Tiny crystals dazzling white
Rudolph is flying our way
There’s a present on Santa’s sleigh
Gifts to be wrapped put into sacks
So let’s make the most of this day
Let’s make the most of this time
It’s a message of peace from above
In this beautiful season bells chime
Remember God gave his gift of love
With mistletoe, crackers and wine
It’s magical with winter decorations
Those lights twinkling in the night
Let’s make the most of celebrations
Let’s make the most of this joy
Rejoice with the angels singing
Good tidings, hope for everyone
Best wishes and bountiful blessings
This Christmas is truly on its way
Carol singers on the streets with praise
Sparkling little eyes of surprize
Let’s make the most of this holiday
Happiness & Greetings To All
© Copyright KC.Leake
6th December 2014
All Rights Reserved
I race around this track
To make the fastest lap
In powered muscle cars
You bet, I’m driving that
Wearing a fibre glassed rig
And a white cat suit
You can call me the stig
The fastest thing on route
You’ve never seen my face
It’s covered that's a shame
I’m always in disguise
My black tinted visor hides
The thrill upon my face
My big blue sparkling eyes
Full of this excitement
The element of surprize
Its super cars and silly stuff
Fast and furious driving tuff
I’m the stig and I’m in my mig
And I’ll snap your time like a twig
I think you’ve seen my show
The stars that come and go
Competing with each other
Round the track they must flow
To set a perfect time
Beat their rivals cross the line
To test their driving skills and
Do their best behind the wheels
Burning rubber at the start
Oh' my heart pounding fast
This adrenalin rushing through
I’m the stig, I’m super cool
Wheels spinning from the line
Tyres’ smoking, it’s a crime
Drifting around these corners
Sliding like skies on waters
Its super cars and silly stuff
Adventurous fun, sometimes tough
I love a challenge, don’t call my bluff
Cuz’ I’m the stig and I do my stuff
I've made a name for myself
Topgear, Topman
In Warsaw Poland do I stand
And yes I'm very well renown
Thirty foot high from the ground
I'm dressed up all in white
With my crash helmet on
I'm just out of sight
©Copyright KC.Leake
25th November 2014
All Rights Reserved
I will not give you the moon
rather I will give you moonlight
glowing on a calm sea
where the stars glittering gleams
lay on top of each wave, rolling onto the shore
where I will give you my most precious jewel
my heart
I will not give you the sun
rather I will give you romantic evenings
of candlelight whose flames
glow on the fallen leaves of Autumn
as wine is shared between lovers
where I will give you my most precious gift
my heart
I give my heart to you, its worthiness
Which holds such things yearning dreams are made of
To kiss you tender in love's warmest bliss
Where Angelic wings are formed to fly with love
I'll pause for the glorious glow in your eyes
That drips love softly from our beating heart
To welcome years of romantic surprize
Through glistening joy welcomed smiles impart
This love soaring far above earthly bond
Where dreamers dream of love never-ending
To always last forever and beyond
Even unto death as we're ascending
I will give to you all that I was
and all that I am
I have no diamonds or rubies red
I have only my most precious jewel to give
my heart
7/2/21
As always when in the initial throes
of writing what I strive to concoct viz
pièce de ré·sis·tance,
which grandiose whim fizz
hills with utter futility, nonetheless this
nondescript husband under
scores comment, while pulling his
grizzled hair of chinny chin chin,
and emphasizing that mine
literary effort ain't no whiz,
whether expressing an insatiable hunger
for factual national world events,
weird news i.e. geico liz
heard eats dog,
(who swallowed homework) quiz
sic hull varying from opinion/editorial,
geopolitical related or showbiz,
but breathe deep, while setting loose
quiet riot of ideas,
which profuse accursed
process usually incorporates an overwhelming
growing exponentially cerebral burst
whereat impossible task
looms large, asper how to
zero on most agreeable needling
threadbare notion to come first
amidst the plethora of rampant analogous
to horde of infants
clamoring tubby nursed
bajillion ideas touting joyfulness
(re: l'chaim), or...mine
envisioned sorrowfully immersed
demise as select small group
of family and friends accompany
glassy transparent hearst
(which...shh... keep on the Q.T.
as figuratively utter by pursed
lips), of course no corps
(habeas corpus cited for no reason),
but liver worst
poisoning wrought unexpected demise,
AND cremation (in a free nation)
means body double
coffin before your eyes
doppelganger paid in blood
money and french fries
(duet to a solo salt craving) no lies,
hence an none nee moose penniless chap dies
in short shrift within schema of mortal guise
ashes scattered all points on the compass
one bitcoin player in the blockchain of life wise
lee subsumed within world
wide web, this fate hain't no surprize!
a few meeting here and there
a few kind words shown with care
each passing night of the summer
finally to find what i discovered
a few day dreams and fantasies
a few poetic themes and wishes to be
that simply vanished i could not see
but kindness always kept me hoping
the few times i tested my bravery
searching for that certian slavery
to give my heart and will
hoplessness could not kill
januarys cold winter night
found her sitting on summers site
joyful in that special mood
that extra nice that was extra smooth
she was surprized when i serenaded her
you should have seen her
wrap arms around my shoulders
i felt myself getting bolder and bolder
she kissed my cheek she kissed my neck
and took a moment to put on lip stick
we spoke of love and it's terrible ways
and how we made it through those uneasy days
who knows when we fell in love
maybe before then and it was a summer love
we held hands and made our confessions
though few the cold hours a wonderful lesson
we said "i love you's" that i knew were real
nothing except myself to make her feel
i finally found what i thought was forever lost
away to love someone and equally share the cost
we parted with "i love you " and the kiss of bliss
and with wondering and surprize that nite i missed
reaching to hold her from one block away
all day my thought of her stays and stays
walking home the next day yet colder still
passing by her house my wished it willed
she came out wishing me well
she had to be waiting of this i can tell
she hugged me and i asked for a kiss
forever on the lips and i will never miss
just for this moment who could ask for more than this
twentyfour hours of cold january bliss
Form:
One fine day, me, Molly Coddle and my Goombah Pa Pa,
were sitting in The Cat In The Hat restaurant;
we gongoozled the men-you. " oh, I have collywobbles
in my tummy!" I said sort of loudly. (hint, hint)
Finally, our waiter Fuddy Duddy, (that is his name, honest)
so slowly, comes over, "What will you hatz?" He sayz;
I quickly place my odour, " I'll have a chocolaty lickety split,
a smellfungus burger with all the rigmarole with it;
and some fat-me-up fries!"And I slam close, the men-you.
Goombah Pa Pa lookz at his men-you for the longest time,
(oh la di la, whatz the brouhaha, just odour, I'm a thinking)
at last he sayz, "I'll have some kerfuffle tea, and some of
that skullduggary soup of the day and some shennanigan
pasta surprize!" And he slams the men-you closed, with a smile.
Fuddy Duddy nods and walks away with the speed of a snail,
(oh gobbleygook, my tummy is rumbling) when at last he;
is coming our way with a tray loaded with our meal- (rumble!)
when some doozy, klutz of a kid trips Fuddy Duddy, and
we have to skedaddle out of the way . . . or wear our food!
Goombah Pa Pa, canoozles me on the cheek. "Nevermind,
Molly Coddle, we'll just re-odour . . .
(oh collywobbles, I'm thinking, loudly)
Goombah Pa Pa, whispers, "patience is a virtue, Molly Coddle!"
(rumble!)
______________________
March 18, 2017
Narrative/Molly Coddle and her Collywoobles
Copyright Protected, ID 885485
I Need A Cup of Seuss
Jerry T. Curtis,
Have you ever had a dream
You were falling from the sky
And just before you hit the ground
You jump up with surprize
I’m falling, falling, falling
Just like a shooting star
Don’t hit the ground or else you'll die
It just feels quite bizarre
It does sound quite amusing
But it’s called the myoclonic jerk
To dream the theme of falling
Is a hint that we’ve been hurt
I’m falling, falling, falling
Just like a shooting star
Don’t hit the ground or else you'll die
It just feels quite bizarre
It seems that this is negative
And may affect your life
Because it’s triggered by insecurity
Troubles, anxieties and strife
I’m falling, falling, falling
Just like a shooting star
Don’t hit the ground or else you'll die
It just feels quite bizarre
It could be something trivial
That sparked this dream right off
So take a look at different theories
Don’t just sit and scoff
I’m falling, falling, falling
Just like a shooting star
Don’t hit the ground or else you'll die
It just feels quite bizarre
Your heart just pounding faster
You panic from the start
And as you begin the spiral fall
You’re screaming in the dark
I’m falling, falling, falling
Just like a shooting star
Don’t hit the ground or else you'll die
It’s just feels quite bizarre
You find that you’ve been sweating
The sheets soaked through and through
You can’t remember anything
And can’t explain it too
I’m falling, falling, falling
Just like a shooting star
Don’t hit the ground or else you'll die
It’s just feels quite bizarre
© Copyright 30th January 2014
K.C.Leake
All Rights Reserved
Peter Pan Syndrome the most
accurate way to summarize
psychological mindset of yours truly,
particularly as a boy with brown eyes,
who did NOT holistically acclimatize
himself with peers, which insecurity
latched deadbolt draw
bridge guaranteeing Harris
parasite to cannibalize
(figuratively), sans rip
pull sieve flesh eating das guise
nanobot, while clinging with dear life
to mother's apron strings, no surprize
unavoidably, predictably, inevitably,
trauma did successfully burglarize
(more serious than Watergate)
rendering this withdrawn, small size
passive, and docile pipsqueak
human punching bag to other guys,
one puny slip shape lad's bodily statecraft
always ready to capsize
silently suffering lifetime, threatening
afflictions, harming easy target
inculcating aghast fear to socialize
compounded by stature quite undersize
additionally afflicted with minor defect
submucous cleft palate did compromise
vocalization with severe nasality
(iterated previously other poems), where
bullies did zero Kamikaze like to criticize
relentlessly, an ideal
defenceless, friendless,
and helpless "scapegoat" booby prize
scared kid, who stood
stock still cowering in an agonize
zing posture, while my whole felt as if tied
into gordian knot as
"hoodlums" did gleefully antagonize,
yet never confided hostile treatment
to either parent, I wanted to disappear
and DIE, hence escapist wishes aye did fantasize!