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I think that I shall have a drink
and toast to you and all you think
'bout love & hate & art & war &
what this life is really for.
Giving, taking, making, breaking
lonely hearts club band;
reaching, preaching, teaching, leaching
blood sucking beggars with outstretched hands.
I think that I shall have a stink
and tell the world before I blink
that all is well as well can be
So kiss my glass and bow to me.
Just below my drunken stem
Connected to my brain, my friend
You know the one that makes you bumble
and people laugh each time you stumble.
Down upon your royal spot
Licking your wounds with all you've got
Until you get right back up again
With a head that aches & pounds & spins.
And I think that I shall pour another
in honor of my departed mother
and dad as well who passed away
Here's to where they are today.
Be they high up in the sky
Or somewhere quite unfathomed
Beyond our wildest hopes and dreams
And the completely unimagined.
Where now I reek & no longer speak
from too much of this brew
where the ice is melting rapidly
on folks like me and you.
So one last toast before we're ghosts
and life was a sweet chardonnay...
Here's to those who brought us here
And all their love along the way.
Never have I felt the sun shine
Or heard blowing wind speak
Within this cavern I align
Frozen in stalactite confine
I dream drips of dew drops unique
Formed by the sun I seek
One of the countless stalagmite
Protect the cavern floor
Facing our northern brothers height
Waiting here unmoving, my plight
Made of their drops, solid to core
Yet I want to be more
Not to be still rock formation
Dependent of their scrap
To grow on in bright elation
Not in this darkest damnation
Not to feel like nature's mishap
To feel caught in a trap
I could be flora lush and green
Pure dew on fragile leaves
Only my wildest roots unseen
Branches with elements convene
Reaching for solar rays achieves
Reprieves by shadow thieves
I’ll wait for giving’s from above
Fall to our rounded tops
Our centuries of growth thereof
To petrify, not push or shove
Wishing this muddy water swaps
With fresh gleaming dew drops
Grunt grunt below the gutter
The man of the sewer works
With his big old rusty spanner
He twists the pipes, the nuts and bolts
That struggle to hold the metal that jolts
The rats and roaches scamper
When they hear the sewerman's steps
Plod plod plod goes the smelly sewerman
Onto the next battered and crusty pipe
Glog glog the stinky water churns
Flowing out in wispy waves
Greenish hue surrounds the river of filth
Looks like a witches wildest dream
Mr sewerman scrunches his bulbous nose
Shaking his head and clicking his tongue
As a fat rat chases past his bulky boots
Oh Mr sewerman sir
Look how much you toil and swear
See and smell all what you wear
Do you like this job Mr sewerman sir
Are you merry and well with the fat rats
Jolly and gay with huge skidding roaches
I say your plight is choice
Look at that large frame
You could have been a pawn in the country's game
And left the smelly sewers that you call home
Honour and grace could have earned you a place
As a general or even a captain of the horde
Instead you cower behind the sewer's cover
And douse yourself in the smelly waters
Look at me Mr sewerman sir
When I strut with my uniform in town
People wave and salute me in honour
Do you envy my shiny medal
And the respect from the townsfolk?
I reside in those hazel eyes
which display emotional smile,
let the words evade coz if you sigh
this purest talk will subside.
I request you, never speak the words
your eyes convey it better!
My cold palm stays ensconced into your sturdy one
to bestow a sense of completion,
let the two never unite coz if you hold it tight
this touch would not ignite.
I request you, let the flame stay entwined
and every moment become worth rewind!
Your intense breath around me
entraps me, makes me gallop on the wildest horse.
move away from me, let me remain untouched
I request you, don’t allow the crave to wane
enable me to feel this distance!
Your sturdy stature
invites me with full strength.
let the blaze show the beauty of rage
I request you, allow this desire to grow
and make my hunger roar!
The blanket for your support around me
gives me the strength to grow
let me walk alone and conquer it all
I request you, watch me fair
I know you will always care!
Let the love be love, in it’s truest form
there’s no need to follow the norm.
I request you, just don’t say a word
May we stay entwined forever as a cord!
2025.04.28
It takes two to tango.
It is very true, if you believe otherwise,
You are naive and a simple minded soul.
It applied to all the keeping promises too.
I made so many on my own will,
Devotedly to someone I loved, adored or idolatry
Ended up breaking my promises frivolously and painfully.
That was because I wanted the very best,
Of the life for the person I liked.
Unfortunately, they could not imagine what I could.
They didn't appreciate what I prepared for them.
It takes two to tango, I believe so.
One person in full control to navigate gently,
The other submissively respect the guide through partnership.
They should appreciate the wonderful and melancholy moment.
The music and the rhymth in the background.
The twirls, arches, kicks and the lifts
The choreography may include hug, groove and sweep,
Be authentic, exotic, seductive of contacts or gestures.
All nicely sashayed by the two devoted dancers.
My late friend AP, accordingly to his word,
He loved music, singing and ballroom dance floor.
Where he picked up beautiful single young girls.
He and I had huge gaps in age,
Impossible to do tango or any other moves.
We had the serious wish in our mind,
But different in height and the physical fitness.
Deter our dream to be dancing partners.
BB has two left feet, good with fingers,
Constantly sit at the desk surf on internet.
I loved to have one dance with him,
Swayed to the sound of the drum's beats.
That could only happened in my wildest dream.
Last but not least, came along Mr Vanish
Who could have been quite a suitable candidate.
Possessed perfect figure in height, build, and appearances,
But I couldn't afford with his vanishing proclivity,
Despite there might have mutual passions and desires,
He couldn't be trusted in any dancing styles.
Therefore, inarguably, it really takes two to tango,
It requires the two could act as one,
Whether with full body contact or partially embracing,
The body, mind and movements together as one.
It takes both body and mind to perform.
Simple and or complicated dance patterns.
Juice had a call that carried to the outer limits of the next galaxy.
We all thought he was a tad bit touched in his pure ecstasy.
I think he seems more orange today, said a feline on the block.
Look at his muscles said another, his boots I’d like to knock.
You hussies are whorish I thought, feeling I was better than them.
The next thing I knew they were clashing down an old Tom named Jim.
Two of the wildest felines in New York, they have had dozens of litters.
Not a bit discriminating, they are an embarrassment to cat critters.
Juice was throwing his call out there, with insane bits of might.
I knew he was calling the mothership. I saw her antennas bright.
Get me off of this planet he told the beam that came down from the sky.
At this moment, he became a pretty damned desirable guy.
I preened and I primped, and I sashayed up to that alley in a bit.
He had stopped sing wailing, but he did not see me one whit.
The aliens had brought him something ten times better than cat nip.
I lingered for days. The smell sent me on a fantastic psychedelic trip.
What is wrong with those two? Juice asked, indicating the sluts.
I was honest and mean, throwing out words in disapproving struts.
We became close friends that day. High as kite, Juice and happy me.
The next time he made the alien cry, I was next to him singing off key.
It is the wildest of wildest desires
To touch something of beauty
To embrace it in my arms
Feel the touch,the tenderness,
the softness of love
The intimacy of love, to feel ones
soul inside
In darkness,there is light
A feel of excitement raging inside
Wow Baby,mERcy! mERcy!
It is the mist upon the rose, beauty
of your smile
It is the eyes of the sky that journey
the far blues beyond..
It is temptation of love we feel and
the desires of our heart
Desires to feel emotions, desires
to be in one
To feel our bodies confirmed
Our juices heating to a boil
A taste of extravagant passion
Yours n~mine tangled in a web
A sense of being, your scent I smell
A fragrance of sunshine delight
A beauty beyond the heavens
A Passionate Touch of Loves DeVine
A touch your skin to mine
I got into my wildest fantasy several times.
I thought about escape and I thought about wicked crimes.
The infatuation I had for Reaper’s pill brought me to a new place.
I’ve been away from my norm for a thousand days.
It feels so good when you know it is bad.
I wish to be happy when life is just really sad.
So I stole the car’s key to drive away and watch the road's width.
I live in my so-called world where I have nothing to deal with.
Is there any worthy reason to look up at the morning sky?
If I live in my worst lies, I have these big wings to fly!
Because there is an infinite imagination in my addiction.
Life is made up of mixed-colors filled with poignant illusion.
I’m dreadful inside and you know I need help!
I’m possessed with distortion and it hides in kelp.
Oh, my damned soul is lost in an exhilarating world!
I wish to be saved and not to be hurled.
Silently wafting through the night air,
He hovered like the wildest bird,
He breathed the love that massaged our soul,
Seeped through our insanest world,
And it’s not leather jeans, jacket or shirt,
Not the Oxford, Twill or Plain weave,
But rather the way he sang what he sang,
When he wore who he was on his sleeve,
The enigma, a puzzle, a new force of nature,
He sang what the world needed to hear,
Light my…Love her… People are strange,
And, like the words, he’d then disappear,
Jim was the first before thousands of firsts,
Showed the rockers how they should behave,
With Jimi and Janis in the twenty seven club,
In Paris in a beautiful grave.
Written for Chantelle Anne Cooke contest "Writers on the Storm", 3rd May 2019
The door is closed
The shutter down
No voices heard
Now out of town
Portcullis, locks
A barricade
Small chance to rescue
What was made
The landing pad
A storm does seize
To wildest rush
From gentle breeze
Out to lunch
Back in five
Lost moments where
A heart did thrive
I missed a memo
No call to chat
Thumbs-up emoji
That is that?
A one-way street
Without reverse
A mystery
Perhaps a curse
What's done is done
Some may say
But heroes find
A better way
To rescue friendship
To seek the truth
It's old school faithful
Yes, foresooth
Place on the armour
Grab sword..Away!
We live to love
Another day