If you can't love
Just leave quitely
Don't say harsh words
You just invite agony
You will never know
How much I have been
Or how much struggle
And the pain I endure
I have in this cruel life.
The still air is broken by a distant shout,
Watch out now Steven there's Red Indians about.
Your bright eyes widen in the sunny glow,
Quickly now Steven lets make you a bow.
Carefully through the trees we tramp,
Quitely now Steven there's the Indain camp.
But you are not scared, your chest is full of pride,
Now Daddy has made you a bow you don't have to hide.
Angilar Shadows
Beams of light peeking through reflections
Cheerfully dancing over the walls and floors
Dipping to and fro in solar refractions
Every light building a tapestry if wonder
Fairylike flits of gold and silver
Gathering at certain points and then dispersing
Hiding in corners and cracks and then reappearing
Idly forming circles of synchronistic power
Just as it begins to rain and the dance ceases
Kindly replaced by shadows of raindrops instead
Like a dreary grey curtain with sound effects
Mastering the sound of light hoofbeats on the roof
Never-ending payyering on the wimdows
Out comes the sun again and the joy returns
Prisms pf multi-colored made me smile
Quitely returmimh in their silemt dance
Reeling in patterns of kaleidoscope
Shimmering images in bright welcome
The changing colors made me smile
Undeniably I will be sad when the sun goes down
Violets, golds, silvers, greens and yellows
Will be departing and resting for the night
Xtras will be arriving when the moonbeams shine
Yellow sends silver amd the commence the dance
Zigzagging across the walls again
Opinions matter, I am clear in head
I do hear them with courtsey and respect
They help me pick up any useful thread
Opinions matter, I am clear in head
I like opinions kindness that embed
For peace and tranquility they help spread
Opinions matter, I am clear in head
I do hear them with courtsey and respect
Opinions that are unsolicited
With calm they can be filtered silently
They need to be discarded if dim witted
Opinions that are unsolicited
Their usefulness is often limited
In one's mind can be deleted quitely
Opinions that are unsolicited
With calm they can be filtered silently
Democracy lets opinions expressed
Even if it's against establishment
Diversity gets beautifully dressed
Democracy lets opinions expressed
Gives voice to the ones that are dispossessed
Lessens their class difference punishment
Democracy lets opinions expressed
Even if it's against establishment
26.6.2020
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A green wave of glance
gently gathers near the sun
eclipsed by moon
I stare and I wait
as prisms pull dark from gloom
I am half light
opalescent
pinned in your sky
you are breath
dancing ever quitely in the bush
drifting, gliding
ever close
attending and affable
adorning the gift of life
a first moment's mystery
freedom, flight, fancyfree
barefoot on the back porch
sipping tea
made from your sun
no sugar for me
for I have kissed the wind
and she tastes of you
confidence and strength
sultry but refined
behind the shade stands a single silhouette
in the morning there shall be two
The lions tail
Let the sleeping
Wild dog lie
When is quitely alone
Never underrate
The power of a gentle
Man
Never look for trouble
When a man is humble
To you
For dog dont eat dog
Except
when you touch
The lion tail
I'm all alone as I sit here in my room
And think of all the special memories
And the times when it was just me and you
I laugh to myself when I think of the crazy things we used to do
Sometimes i laugh outloud and sometimes i shed a tear
Not a tear of sadness but of the memories that are so dear
I know some day the time will come
When we are all together again
So I'll just sit here quitely and say a prayer till then
Quitely closing again her cupboard; a slice of hope in tiny hands
Tiptoeing away, another cold as daunting day; embracing, their child
Dirty dish water his hummingbird hovers, then fly's away; creaking steps
Self-conscious humble heart's gazing at the knots, amid her shoe lace
Misfits, another's Nobel prize nirvana's nightingale, to one day write ? Passing
Abandonments shuttered house accursed these ghosts reside; inherent, as cellared
Time's literature and he tossing their pages torn into the pyre while she quoting rhymes....
Parturient pan'handling at pathos bus stop sterile, less love her infants: Stigmata's, loaf of bread.
The Mighty King, leaving twilights turmoil of this world behind while walking
Quitely into their room; gazing about the colourful crib, within soft stillness
As baby sleeps peacefully not knowing that they were born blind; swirling in
Emotions deeply a love; His little one begins to cry; Everlasting, lifting them....
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...."Heart Upon Heart" *
The Mighty King, leaving, twilight's turmoil..
And this world behind; while walking quitely into
Their room ? Gazing about the colourful crib
Within soft stillness; as baby sleeps peacefully
Not knowing, that they were born blind ?
Swirling of emotions deeply such love; His....
Little one begins to cry ? Everlasting, lifting them high.
Departing from the train as arriving unto a new towns station..
Quitely gazing about and a wisp of cool air lifting my silk dress
Stealing a peek without under garments of which I never wear
Waltzing while swirling its greetings kisses upon, my bare flesh.
A love like no other is what we share
Baby you are my world
Cant live without your love
Devoted only to you my love
Experiencing love for the first time is what i feel with you
Fiddling with our thoughts of the future
Gazing at the stars with us in mind
Holding me tight in your arms
Inticipating for the better days
Just you and me against the world
Knowing what we have is pure and true
Loving you more than you love me is the motto
Memorizing the first night we met
Not caring for no one other than you
Only got eyes for you
Playing fight is what we do for fun
Quitely leaving kisses all over
Racing to your arms each day
Stay up all night looking at stars and talking
Teaching me how to love again
Unconditional love is what i have for you
When my great self
Was taking birth,
Death, his month agape Was
lurking at the door..
But at my firm gesture
Weighing the strength of my arms
He quitely withdrew.
let my heart be the sea
the dark waves inked and glowing by moonlight
my mind takes the shape of a ship
shadowed and dusty yet dusted with hope
I am the captain of this vessel
crawling on the water like a big wooden junebug
I let the ocean sway me
I get turned around all wrong when staring into the sun
I hold myself
I pray to that which I hope is more than myself
It gets a little lonely on deck
my sad little ship without a crew
It is always nighttime on this sea
but I am oddly comforted by the stars
the constant sway-rock from the water
I hear the lapping of the waves on the side of the boat
and silence
yet I can always hear the music I am creating in my mind
quitely stemming from the sea
it plays for me what I want it to hear
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