Science in discovery
Creating Frankenstein’s mate
Companion support
Considered Monsters at large
Electricity reaction
Experiment during a lightning storm
Romance rushed the air
Frankenstein and his sweet mate standing together
A sudden embrace
Husband and Wife
Neither will be alone
No fanfare Wedding
Just plain and simple
Comparison with care
Perfection in creation
Face to Face attraction
Masterpiece sensation
Love found its component
No one would have ever imagined
Love found its spot
Frankenstein acquainted with his sweet
Their love can’t be beat
The sundown forming a shape of a heart
Love on and continued bliss
BEES
social
arthropods
each with its own task
most of them are workers
drones mate the queen to lay eggs
"a union discord can't discard"
There's a light
I do not know it
But I feel it
All the more
There's no light
But it burns
And I feel it
Despite snuffing out
The glow before
Make not hate your mate;
Don't go with it on a date.
It’s indeed a very bad trait!
Allow it not to kill your discretion;
It badly injures your impression.
Doubt not, it halts your progression!
Sow not this deadly seed in your mind;
In each and every one, faults it does find.
And imports headaches of every kind!
It’s against all good instruction;
Its ill effects need no introduction.
Its result is nothing but destruction!
The wars of the past, we have as samples!
The ongoing wars are its live examples!!
Whats more beautiful than the view of the stars
when they paint the sky at night?
Whats more beautiful than the welcoming of a new baby
where joy is much louder than the pain of labour?
Whats more beautiful than the gods of this world
even they are considered superior?
Whats more beautiful than the I do of your mate
when you know that she is yours forever?
Whats more beautiful than the answer of your prayer
where you finally know the beauty of His creation?
Whats more beautiful than the feeling of love and victory
when your crush gets along with your heart?
Whats more beautiful than the poem of a lifetime
when you express your feelings in a paper?
Its You, more beautiful than every scenario in life
more beautiful than every beautiful thing my love
plying females with manmade bait ~ is not an animalistic trait
beasts instinctively lie in wait ~ a misogynist will dope its date
By
David Kavanagh
When I met you, I was contaminated, my whole life was blurred, you brought vision into my life and helped me escape my prison.
Your my Queen, your my everything, and when I stumble and fall,I hear your voice whispering in my ear, I'm hear to pick you up, spread your wings, cause I'm devoted to our marriage, I love you, your my King.
Many words were spoken in the past, loathing inside of our emotions, and put together what's broken in our lives, but I truly believe you were chosen, to build a better me as a person.
Using the past as a lesson, and question every suggestion, because in this world, they can be angels or Satan's, to build or break our foundation.
Now that I'm writing from prison,promising us both a new vision, until the day we stop breathing, we will create a new definition of living, when when were dead asleep dreaming, we will meet again kissing and joking around reminiscing,
As I'm gazing into your eyes and caressing healing all the pain we suffered, but together, we fly like two birds through stormy weather's, your my soulmate, past, present and Forever.
I wish to inhabit a place where daisies flourish in golden fields, allowing me to create chains from my brown hair and roam freely amidst the delightful fragrance of summer days. I seek love from those whose support keeps me grounded, rather than experiencing the chill of isolation that weighs me down. I do not require a celestial home where the faces of departed loved ones linger. I simply desire the ability to experience genuine feelings on this Earth that are as tangible as the flowers nestled in my hair. If I am meant to run, then who is designated to pursue me? I would be at a loss to begin if I were to encounter a kindred spirit. I am in search of my rightful place. Even a dandelion can emerge through a crack to fulfill its purpose, demonstrating the beauty of a brave weed. Meanwhile, the girl with the daisy chains drifts along the breeze's path, directionless.
her personality was insipid.
she had a placid handshake
non-emotive, bland, little affect
she made mild-mannered look vibrant
we were stunned at Cousin Charley’s choice of mate.
we have never seen her smile
she could sober Stepford wives
How did our cousin fall for this creature?
None of us have ever figured it out.
lamp posts have more personality.
how do you know tiger? I asked the stranger.
“We are identical twins, she was my womb mate.”
I spend my days in slumber
But no dream could ever match
The smiles and the wonder
That had kept our love latched
Even in storms you were my summer
You were the calm as waves crashed
And your smile gave me colors
Even when the blue was vast
But no matter what I plunder
I can never take back the past
So your shantys what I mutter
When the cannon balls fly past
Why should my tale make me suffer
The longer that it lasts
Why should I bother taking cover
If I could see you in a flash?
We once shared a bond
That no one could ever measure
But now that you're gone
No more ink will fill my ledger
I've reached the end of my song
And you're still all that I treasure
So I promise it won't be long
Until we sing it together
The crew might say it's wrong
To leave this ship forever
But I know that I belong
Wherever we can be together
The grandmother speaks to her granddaughter:
When I was a girl the best advice from a loving parent concerning,
A suitable mate for their daughter,
Was 'find someone your own age',
Don't fall for someone twenty years your senior,
Now, well, if he is in good health, young at heart with a good sense of humor,
I say don't write him off,
When there are so many young ones who will never reach fifty.
And then there are the other ones who are just plain full of it,
With their only interest in life being, themselves.,
And the attitude that the world owes them a living because they are entitled.
If you love him bring him to your granny,
I have plenty of wood that needs chopping,
And fences to mend,
There is a dance on Saturday too,
And if he can make your Granny laugh,
He just might be good enough for you.
Through all of this noise
You came looking for me, and
Here we meet at last.
(2/25/24)
he throws snowballs at buses
but now is able to memorably convey experiences
using iambic dimeter
creating an impersonality
vidya games and spondee
he threw my bicycle in the river
now juxtaposing contrasting stuff side by side
heroic couplets
passive aggressive ballads
caesura; and brexit geezer
he said my inflections and monosyllables
were slick and sick; cowboy poetry
his first poem is called "no one understands me -
how to wear the crown of thorns"
it has a jolly tone that will uplight the reader's spirits
gardyloo hoecake
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