Michael
He,s not pepsi he,s not cola he,s Michael
He,s not a man he,s not a woman he,s Michael
He,s not a music writer he,s not a genius he,s Michael
He,s not a performer he,s not an artist he,s Michael
He,s not a son he,s not a father he,s Michael
He,s not a symphony of ochestra,s he,s not a word he,s Michael
He,s not a world he,s not a universe he,s Michael
He s not a billionaire he,s not a producer he,s Michael
He,s not a lonely heart he,s not a taker he,s Michael
He,s not a pebble on the ocean bed he,s not niagra falls he,s Michael
He,s not anyone you could ever meet he,s not a chance he,s Michael
He is however the most talented human being that has ever lived and guess what his name is it,s not Michael.
Considered myself fortunate
getting scope to appreciate
beauty of snow caps on mountains
Watched Niagra Falls , most entertained.
Travelled far to visit exciting Las Vegas,
Nature's creation : Grand Canyon : Marvellous !
But curious dreamy desires to escape
charm of dewdrops sparkling at doorstep.
"Niagra and the wise."
fresh waters of life
relief self impurities
to a fateful fall
"Do you hear what I hear?"
rawhide winds of war
birched last's stand amidst saviors
a tree faints away
"The void that Earth began."
mirages are dreams
of sand ~ prep A -- straight line to
... be -- and stay alive
"The Beaches of Warwick" NOT JK
Cher baby don't go
Miami sharks are biting
deBATE ~ still they go
"2024 sales higher than street drugs."
against popular
demand ~ Americans still
care of how they look
"The nature of ado."
it's a time for us
all the kids will visit me
~ the ado I need
so don't go tug on my heartstrings man
i might fall apart at the “seems"
take a jump off a bridge
just to show that i live
to make a mark on the start
for the times of dear dreams
take a ride in a boat to niagra to float
thinking that destination's delivery can share
of what keep me afloat to stop the chaos
with hope and to be a big witness of care
don’t go pulling on my shirt now dude
you won't believe what comes out my sleeve
a difference a detour a doubt for the pain
that's just a jaunt just to trust and believe
so take all your heart hope put them near to the head
so you won't confuse clarity for real tears
just take all your time to tell a true rhyme
that i know more for my age plus my years
Thinking is seaman's chore
in calm oceans, not the seagul's noise.
You need the right condition to
avoid sublimation-- a house burned down
by a mob needs practicing generosity.
Thinking of suffering in pandemic is itself
an act of suffering, needing resuscitation. Start with masks on the dead without coffins, truck-loads of bodies, with no where to go, ghosts of doctors exiting to cheering crowd, ambulances screeching to a halt, melting urban hot zones and infectious rural alarms.
You need the right condition to survive thinking of suffering, the wailing in hospital hallways, the hungry and the food banks, the mothers and bored infants, poorly-clad nurses teeming with pride. Pandemic has foisted new thinking on future survival, not trips to Niagra Falls. Thinking is luxury of living, not mortgaged by the dead, and suffering in thinking is legacy of the dead. Before the pandemic thinking was an easy kill by TV and internet, now pegged to a killer surge.
Ask for the roots of suffering and you never get it right, xenophobia's order of the day and thinking in despair. I think therefore I am – infected with fear and dread. I suffer, therefore I am.
Water Hand Pump
I wonder whence the pipe goes?
Underground Niagra, Mississippi or Caspian Sea?
Working the Up-Down Handle like Punching a PIN,
A Subterranean ATM of Cool Crystal Quench,
Sometimes the Handle Ignores Rapid Work,
Just as Licking a Stamp, I Have to Prime,
Give to Get, Down Goes Wet, Up Comes Sublime,
As If Sensient, What Goes Around, It Understands,
Physics Doesn't Play Games, Invest the Good,
Even Salt Water Brings Up the Sweet,
Not Machine Psychology but Leather Swelling,
Sealing the Gap Between Bucket & Sub-Dwelling.
Now Primed, Pumping Towards the Ground,
Creates Cavity 'Tween this World & Maybe Hell,
A Spurting Fountain Results from the Well.
If Only All Life Were Clear & Transparent,
Nature's Dignity Comes from Innocence,
In Figuring Things Out, I Stand More Erect,
Glimpsing, Enacting Cause & Effect.
My little helper.
She said she needed attention,
So some advice I did seek.
I was told to take some Niagra,
Couldn't stop peeing for a week.
Every time we jumped into bed
I said, hang on, I've got to go
When I got back the fourth time,
She was already fast asleep. Oh No.
© Dave Timperley 01/04/2019
As my blade cuts deep in to your silky white flesh.
Your blood pours like Niagra Falls on a hot summer day.
Blood flows down between your a-cup breast as you
fall to your knees.
You grasp the open wound that runs from ear to ear.
It does no good, the cuts to deep.
You try and scream, but nothing comes.
Your eyes tear up, sadness begins to fall.
I hold my blade to my side, blood drips from the tip.
I run my hand through your silky black as a moonless night hair.
As you fall to your death, your hair is pulled from my grasp.
Killing the angel before me was a quest so easy.
I will loose no sleep tonight, fore tonight I dream of the next
angel to come.
Shawn Gardner 10/11/'17
Chile honey bees are buzzing
Up Across the U.S. nation
They had to stop only one time
At a local BP station
All the way up to Niagra
The falls are nice this time of year
Adding USB's to their force
They all seemed to be of good cheer
They stopped again for a concert
Sting and the BeeGees, in open air
All the way back down to Chile
Where the Honeybees hubbies were there!
He never brooked a lie that couldn’t be spoken
Spiffed up with a good spit shine
Tin promise made was a buffalo wooden token
Re-tale sale, it ain’t worth a dime
From Niagra Falls to the debt edge of Hoboken
Every creditor had to wait in line
Trust placed on a cash glass ceiling got broken
China dolls loved the crash chime
Tone deaf to the truth, to some it don’t matter
Baby rattlers crying in a viper din
Mad Hatters talking a walk up the dirt ladder
Judas tears, a dissembling offering
With a flick of the tongues, cluck of the clatter
Some like the taste of tawdry lying
I heard that Big Pharma's got
so much money in their greedy little hands,
that they are buying up hugh chunks
of property across the land,
one of them in particular,
a popular honeymoon tourist attraction,
located on the NY Canadian border,
where honeymooners like to gather,
the men there getting hooked
on a little blue pill,
which they take on their honeymoon,
when they feel the gumption to,
side effects being, high blood pressure,
headaches, stomach pain, diarrhea,
nausea and looking like an awry railroad
crossing malfunction,
they take it nonetheless,
hoping and praying for the best,
which is what Big Pharma wanted all along,
so they now changed the tourist attraction name,
on behalf of one of their best sellers,
going from Niagra to Viagra Falls
thanks to all the guinea pig fellas!
A little blue pill called Viagra
helps horny old men in Niagra.
So women beware,
anyone with a pair
is thinking of how he can shag ya.
There was a thrill seeker named Biff
Who got married on a cliff
Honeymooned in Niagra
Overdosed on Viagra
Now the poor fella's a stiff
4-27-2015
You Look Like Love To Me
I've been to state and county fairs
I've crossed the great divide.
I swam across Niagra Falls
to reach the other side.
I knocked a ball out of the park
I hit a hole in one.
I swore that I would do it all
before my life was done.
I jumped from a plane so high
and fell through hoops on fire.
They all thought I lost my mind
I kept yelling take me higher.
But it stopped me in my tracks
I can't believe just what I see!
I looked into your big blue eyes
and you look like love to me.
I wrestled with a grizzly bear
a crocodile and a snake.
Just when it started getting fun
they all took a break.
I climbed a big ole mountain once
that's known for being steep.
Just to make things interesting
I did it in my sleep.
I deep sea dived the ocean
long after it got dark.
The boat they left without me
so I rode back on a shark.
I made ten million tooth picks
I carved out of a tree.
And I just can't believe my eyes
cause you look like love to me.
Edwin C Hofert
Darling you honey are a picture
goddess posing inside beholding
Kisses blushing lips pure magic
Sweetest music plays in a song babe
blossoming rose living memory
hair falling down great Niagra falls
silk fine satin, down sweetly, softly
Caressing jewels touching deep shines
Dark mysterious beauteous lips
ruby blushing red inside desires
Warmly with never ending feelings
within the softest emotions smile
everything about you darling sings
Honey draws for me a picture sun
rising love sure shines true beautiful
Pure in the west your the sun's dewdrops
crystal clear whom rises so many
smiles how I see you in the heart flies
9 syllable count dreaming in the clouds
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