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Come Over . . .

Shock has become part of me
For I have seen the worst
I am now always prepared for the . . .
What else could be more shocking . . . 
Than one’s heart screwing it up selfishly
A whole seven years love was stabbed  
Without winkling nor thinking, Am I in for another?

So, the night looks naturally calm
Not knowing what was in it for me
I wanted to get her on phone
But the network forces prevailed
I had thought aloud to myself
But I was mistaken though appallingly,
“I forgot to swap it, please, I am sorry”

“Forgot”, I queried her shockingly
“I’m sorry” she said, but I was not done yet
She sounded different and her voice very heavy
Certainly from my tiptoe, I knew something was wrong
“What happened? Have I offended you? 
Are you okay?” “No! I am very fine, 
Offended me! Obviously No! you’ve done no such thing”



Alayande Stephen T.
Monday 19th November, 2007
4.56am


The tangle continues, IBK unveiling new gears.


Premium Member Venus Comes To the Rescue

She sat on a small window bench 
Her head resting on her hand
Looking out into the dark glooming
As the silvery moon rose to shine 
On the rippling waves of the bay.

It seems she was winkling at her.
Telling her not to give up hope,

On the horizon sailed a large boat.
A red light flashing every now and then.
Was it in distress? Was there something wrong?
She phoned for help the harbour manager of the bay.

Soon small ships raced to the yacht,
The captain cursed himself for forgetting the flares.
Still with help of all, the yacht was towed to harbour
And all was safe and sound.

The feverous glow of growing sunrise,
Reminded the captain to thank his rescuer.
And what a sight it was to see the beauty 
Spying on her luxury yacht.

She was invited to dinner on the boat
And love was in the air.  And why not?
She was a Venus descended from up above.

Premium Member Faeries Popping In the Sink

Faeries were popping in the sink
In the form of bubbles that did not see me
I saw the twinkling and winkling
It looked like it was bubbling
Stopped suddenly when they saw my interest

Come on! I urged them. 
I am imaginative, I can take it.
Not one more glitzy movement.
I sensed a gleam from the window.
No reason to see it, an ethereal feeling
Elementals were here for sure

Keeping things entertaining and fun
My muse kicked her feet in the air
She is the first one to sense them
Waking me at three a.m. to join her fun
I pick up a pen and being to write.

Trixie snatched away my pen 
and tossed it into the trash.
She likes lavender ink.
An opinionated muse
Who is jealous of faeries.

Premium Member Would You Be My Love- -

I was lost girl
Until the night came
It was the midnight star
Midnight star light
That shown me the way

I was found counting, those sparkles
Twinkling, winkling and blinking at me
So vividly…

O and darling
Oh, baby I am asking
would you, would you be my love
would you be my Love
Forever would you be, would you be my love

I‘ll buy candy 
I’ll buy dinner
I will hold your hand
Tell you you’re so grand, (you’re grand)
And in the end
There’s no end
Cause in the end
All you’ll have is me eternally
More than anything
My special wish would be
Would you be my love Oh, please?
Would you be my love?
Oh! Baby please maybe

O and darling
Oh, baby I am asking
would you, would you be my love
would you be my Love
Forever would you be, would you be my love

That shown me the way
To the Midnight star light
It is the midnight star
Until the night came

I was found counting, those sparkles
Twinkling, winkling and blinking at me
So vividly… don't you see I want you to be
Won't you be my love

O and darling
Oh, baby I am asking
would you, would you be my love
would you be my Love
Forever would you be, would you be my love


7/21/74
Written by The Corinthian™ &  James Edward Lee ©1974, 2019
Form: Lyric

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