peril in silk white
flowing the Blue moon after
the lovely Wolf moon
in the first solar cool month
in mid calm winter season
Love Me
Love me, do not go apart
My Dear! Can you hear my heart beat
as you sit on your reserved seat
of my holy humble heart.
It is neither infatuation not flirt
but my intense love I conserve
only and only for you, just observe.
Please do not stay inert
My love beats vibrate in vigor
earnestly pulsate in rhythm
reflect in translucent prism
of my soul to touch you in rigor.
My emotive urge on obsession
oozing amorous nectar
in hidden dreamy sector
forming perl of passion
Speak soft, hold me in arms
I can’t bear to get hurt.
Only love me, My Sweetheart
with your astounding charms.
04/20/16
Gren's Evergreens ( Golden oldies) Contest Third Place
Sponsor Teppo Gren
Good times
Joe does alot of crimes
he robs hobos
He likes to wear a bows
He got beat up by a girl
For trying to steal her perl
Then he tryed robbing a old hag
He got kicked in the punching bag
Joe did some bad things
He likes looking up bad things on bing
Joe is a bad guy
He ate some pie
Then he chocked on it
He was playing super smash bros and he was pit
He dropped his suite case
He began to punch himself in the face
Joe survived with only a few scars
But he no longer steals cars
Tickablee, woe is me
'Tis the blane of fantlee tree
Where buds of greenlee
Sweel and slerl
Magiclee whynd in fantlee curl
One tickablee just fell 'pon me
Ouch! i-vouch, i-pain to me
If I ponder as a perl
'Pon the highest fantlee tree
To breen a bud so green grandlee
Sweel and swerl, woe is me!
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Sitting shadowless isolated by the aspects of reality
I wonder when will she appear.
Impatiently waiting lead by false mentality
My mind creates a fallacy near.
Dressed in silks that blow in the wind
Locks that swirl of passion at tip of each curl.
Sunlight cuddling with her lips as she grinned
Displaying her teeth the color and price of Perl.
She walks barefoot leaving footsteps of flowers
While the wind sings swaying to the rhythm of her hips.
She draws closer sunlight replacing mellow rain showers
As I notice my reflection trapped in her lips.
Her lips draw closer scented of pollens and herb
Out of all days of getting high under my tree this was the day.
We took process in an F word seemingly using it as verb
And then she vanished and wondered away.
Uninvited sin a sip of sand.
Wish to be a perl in a strand.
Washed in many streams becoming a jewel.
Cought in known rules escape its steady selection.
Offered dreams as choice of decision simply ignored.
Passed its passage applouse circumstances wasted.
Washed in many streams to be born as adoring jewel.
Cought in known rules despare to escape becoming crown.
Passed its passage circumstances disposed itself.
Cought in steps redressing the liberty of crown.
Judged its claim to waive the beauty dissepair in future .
Cursed in each play still happy to make a perl strand.
Thieving daylight stole my sleep, purloined
the dust and bones of dreams,
conjoined with sinking cold and deep, unleashed
repellent buck shot beams.
A light that beat on life condensed, lashed
by the croak of turncoat tongues,
smashed grief in fragments thus dispensed, congestion
of the tar pit lungs.
In sorry womb beneath the sheets, breathed
the brimstone of the night,
bereaved and clutching in the pleats, adrift
in seas of grey and white.
And pencil shafts prised at the cracks, blind
and grilling this and that,
find pupil equal, to light reacts, or
glazed, dilated and utterly flat.
This loving thing is sometimes grim, infused
with barbs of what might be,
confused, not knowing this of she, how her
eyes react when seeing me?