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I felt a sudden shiver.
Night begins to fall.
We floated up the river.
The city lights..enthrall.
Wind in my hair.
You holding me close.
My heart beating fast.
Ships horn it blows.
Laughter from the cabin.
Wine glasses chime.
Music is sexy..
it's a quarter to nine.
We duck inside.
You ask me to dance.
You kiss me gently.
A passionate glance.
We walk by the bar.
Wine tastes so cold.
Love in the air.
It never gets old.
Dinner bell rings.
A table for two.
Exquisite cuisine.
Oh! what a view.
The city lights..
ignite the sky-line.
Flames in my heart.
He pours me some wine.
Jazz playing softly.
Friends all around.
We dance and we sing.
A beautiful sound.
Ship pulls into port.
We all bid her farewell.
Dinner on the Hudson.
Fills..my sails.
Forest fairies changing colors,
autumn's patchwork pattern weaving
in the foggy morning stillness
before winter's barren grieving,
up the river on the damp air,
up hollows through the shadowed vales
sounds the mournful, sobbing whistle:
once more memory rides the rails.
Childhood song for railroad watchers -
a tinge of hobo in my veins,
longing for the lonesome whistle
like a lost child for his name.
Life began beside the railway,
an open door to fantasy;
my dreamer's soul soaked in the flavor
hearing that whistle witchery.
Hungry tramps in search of breakfast
found our doorstep every time;
hobo network communication
marked mama's eggs and bacon "fine."
Bleary eyes and beards all stubble
made child imaginations fly
and the tales with which we clothed them
were wilder still than hobo lies.
Oh, for the days when trains were magic:
iron dragons breathing smoke and fire,
lashing long tails through the valleys
with monstrous strength that never tired.
Oh, the secrets that were hidden
behind the doors of plain boxcars;
feel the untamed urge to mount them
and plunder treasure from afar.
Delight was ours beyond measure
to waken on those special days,
finding, in the night, the dragon
had brought the circus train our way.
See the bearded lady waving
and catch the fat man's twinkling eye,
smell the coal smoke's pungent flavor
beneath our magic big top sky.
Grown up am I; steam train magic
comes swirling by once in a while
to view autumn's fleeting pageant
and make train lovers like me smile.
Nostalgic, rhythmic beating,
staccato yelps and sobbing wails
make my soul a mental hobo;
once more memory rides the rails.
Copyright, 2000
Faye Lanham Gibson
we merge ...
I, rooted in your core
grinding up as you press down, never deep enough
supine, you on knees above, I reach up
weaving my fingers through silken strands
I guide your head gently down toward me, moondrops in your eyes
sweet tresses fall between us as our mouths melt together
tongues playing their own game, soft like bubblegum
I swim up the river to your soul
to that place indescribable, warm and dark
we are so melded that I almost feel alone ... lonely
but in the sense of being US, and one
I could let go my spirit there ...
without fear or regret or contemplation
I could stay forever on those shores, in joy
lost in our union and ethereal embrace
but it is far, far too precious for those ends
exquisite and rare for the sake of how momentary
and blessed for the sake of how perfect
how tenderly and passionately ... perfect.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Brian's Select 1, Any Form, Any Theme" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Favorite Poem From Last Week" Poetry Contest, Lu Loo, Judge & Sponsor.
Up the river and down the stream
Across the green meadows
In pastures beholding calm
Among the many willows
Between the numerous rams
In lands long left fallow
Lies the beautiful Maiden.
Many times has she been here
Enjoying the environment so serene
It might be pristine
Listening to the birds singing alone
Though to her that is fine
With her thoughts alone
She has visited the wonderland.
She has already visited
The charming Prince
In the castle long enchanted
Wondering at the beauty and elegance
Of the castle charmingly decorated
Leaving young and old in entrance
Of the rare beauty of the castle.
When a burglar ate some of my expired food, it made him expire.
The next day I learned that an attorney was who I needed to hire.
They've sent me up the river for twenty years for manslaughter.
I've lost 50 pounds because they only feed me bread and water.
I wish that I had a bottle of Jack Daniels or vodka because I want to get soused.
What the hell has the USA come to when I go to jail because a thief burgled my house?
I hadn't gotten around to throwing my expired food in the trash.
Now I cry every day because my attorney took all of my cash.
Even though he took all of my money, he lost the case.
The prisoners lust after each other in this horrible place.
I can't take this prison any longer, my situation is so dire.
If you get arrested, my lawyer is somebody you shouldn't hire.
Batman and Robin adventure
Beyond Gotham itself
Hound Bus journey
Batmobile left in the Batcave
Venturing to Chicago where villains roam
Fighting crime
Bringing justice from slime
The Joker up to his crime laughter
Stealing expensive jewelry worth millions from the AJ Glistening Company
Batman theory to trap the Joker in the act
Drop him off in the Justice track
Hound bus highway schedule acceleration
Upon arrival, Batman and Robin have been briefed in the Joker’s raid by the Chicago Police Commissioner, Rodney Smith
Off to the Bat Cycle supplied by the Chicago Police Department
Back of the alley of AJ Glistening Building, Batman and Robin arrive and start climbing and see Joker and his gang attempting to heist the jewelry from the safe
Unknowingly to the Joker, the Dynamic Duo lurking with watchful eyes ready to make their move
The Dynamic Duo make their entrance by smashing through the window
Robin shouts, “Up the river you are going Joker”
The fight erupts on both sides of Justice and Evil
Pow, Boom, Smash and Crash
Joker tries to dash, but Batman throws some knock out gas, and Joker succumbs and faints
Joker crime days cut off
Chicago Police arrive
The Dynamic Duo head for the Chicago Greyhound Terminal
Hound ward bound for Gotham
Batman and Robin battle crime no matter where it is or rises.
you live in me ... still ...
so many adventurous years
since I held your gaze ... heard your voice
felt your fingers fill the spaces in mine, perfectly
mixed my spirit and body with yours
swam up the river of your soul
to THAT place - the undefined realm of unity
and loss of self
so many moons that should have kissed your skin
so many sighs and thoughts
given to empty wishes
yet you are there -
deep in the places I hold you, safe
where others can not see or admonish for yesterday's sake
where you can not thrust your blade
of casual indifference
or let bleed to the passing of time
the memory of all we were
you live in me ... still ...
and my last breath ... will be yours.
~ 6th Place ~ in the "Late July 2018 Premiere Any Form Or None" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Sponsor & Judge.
My Sweet Darling ...
You are the sentinel of my soul and the keeper of the keys to my heart! You are the
Arrow sent forth from the bow of the heavens to pierce my spirit with love
Everlasting! Oh, how the Sun blushes each morn in reverence of your smile! How the
Moon wistfully pales with the knowledge that my nights are now yours - complete,
Passionate, and sublime! With each warming summer rain, the sky itself weeps with
Envy, that it no longer holds your favor as I do! My beloved one, I give to you now in
The sacred sight of Heaven, the hand that was created to meld with yours - the space
Between each finger measured for the grasp of thine, just as each star was meant for
Its place in the sky - as perfect, as shimmering, and as eternal! Let us go forth into
Life as the pillars of a shrine - each in its own strength, but together, stronger still.
Let me swim up the river of your spirit and dance with you on the shores of wonder,
Give me the honor and blessing of shaping your smile, of being the bright of your
Days and the comfort of your nights! Allow me the bounty of being your shoulder of
Solace and support, and kissing away your tears! But most of all, let us embrace the
Joys and sorrows of life as ONE, from the morning of our lives together, to the setting
Sun of our later years. I pledge all that I am and believe, to the magnificent soul I
Know you shall always be, and the dulcet lyric of love we shall sing as one voice ...
My Dear, Precious Love!
** Written and submitted October 28, 2017, for the "Free Verse on Love III" Poetry Contest, Laura Loo, Sponsor. **
Not everyone gets along with their neighbour
A face as hard as a glacier
From day one they were always rude
Always in a bad mood
It started with her not being able to park
Every time she would make a bad remark
A single person driving a van
No business or no plan
A male and female name
I don’t care they are still the same
It doesn’t matter who you decide to be
Your personality is what matters to me
Just because I rent and they own
Doesn’t mean you should sulk and grown
We put up a fence for the paws
No thank you or applause
One day we had a flash flood
I protected her house from water and mud
While she stood inside on the phone
To the insurance company to have a moan
Not one word of thanks
For propping up the river banks
Dirty, wet, back aching
No pleasantness breaking
They tried to stop a legal right
To a back garden, to spite
A lawyer had to be involved
For the issue to be resolved
They use our property to dump their builders waste
Leaving my plants displaced
They have no respect for property
And behave improperly
They scream at anyone parked near
On a public road, their crisis severe
Any builder or delivery person is their next victim
The vicious tongue is not restricted
Never an explanation or apology
They just behave like a monstrosity
No excuse nor reason
To be a demon
No respect for hours of the day
Slamming the door like a display
Knock one knock twice speak a code
All through the night, it’s getting old
The spells they perform and a voodoo chant
Trying to lure and enchant
Speaking to someone who isn’t there
Full conversations in despair
I know it’s not just me they do not like
Their own parents avoid and dislike
They scream at them every visit
For no reason they have hit their limit
Reasoning does not matter for those who choose this
Always an opportunity to be polite and not dismiss
Some people are just not built to be nice
Mental health can be a factor for their dislikes
Whatever the problem they need support
Before one day they are in court
I wish them the best in their health journey
It won’t be me who ends up on the gurney
Slowly spring sun caresses the land
As kowhais will softly provoke
Flushes of yellow to gently expand
Their buds of the season uncloak
Helping bellbirds escape from winter’s last choke.
Methodical beats of wood pigeon wings
Whoosh thru the quiet spring air.
Melodious trills as tuis’s sweetly sing
Fantails flitter, with hardly a care
While bush robins cheekily dare.
Fragrance of earth sweetens the breeze
New lambs adventure and race
Dragonflies linger, then floating past trees
Whio dart up the river with grace
My core just idolizes this place.
I climb up the mountain out of the trees
A kea, the comedian of the highland flies past
Does a sharp turn, lands on a boulder to tease
It’s green, blue and red feathers contrast
Their intelligence and pranks unsurpassed.
Day turns to evening; a morepork issues its call
A mournful sound that echoes the night
I descend in the darkness at the pace of a crawl
Then the hoarse cry of a kiwi just out of my sight
I'm relaxed. One day with the birds and I’m no longer uptight.
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