No queries were there when they met,
Nor answers left for them to get,
Nor easier was it a task,
Though too little was there to ask,
When four eyes became two, one fate,
Two rows of teeth together smiled in state,
Memory of lifetime was set
To dive into together to get wet,
Memories pictorial expressed in dream,
Saved in warm blood, taking a flight on whim,
And never easy to erase,
Nor ever to chase,
Memories saved in warm blood
Pulsing deep beneath the flood.
So, let the yesterday’s memory
Take her flight on whim,
As long as tomorrow’s are savoury
Making our today’s dream.
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Musings | 08.02.2016/revised Sept 2026| blood, dream, life, memory, today, yesterday, Free verse
"I filled the night's chalice with knots of desire..."
For you have set my untarnished heart on fire
"I learned how to live unkissed, until" we met
Now, we dance all night long, a romance duet
"The moon is an honest Manipulator"
Gives us away with its light, like a traitor
"It's raining roses and love riots" tonight
Together, we make an enviable sight
I'm the passionate pulse that beats in your veins
Wholly yours to explore, 'coz you hold my reins
The midnight stars groove to the rhythm of our souls
We are in a place where amour, us controls
Let's share our ardency with milky moonbeams
And with the sleeping world, our soft stardust dreams
Hands joined, lives intertwined, we will never part
For you and I, we live in each other's hearts...
Roses from demons,
bloom in the night,
beautiful petals,
hiding a bite.
They smell like heaven,
but grow from the grave,
promising love
to those they enslave.
I held one softly,
then watched myself bleed.
Some roses are gifts
some grow from greed.
Garden
by Frank Daub
I will talk with you tonight
and – you will answer with yellow flowers,
pale yellow roses,
BRIGHT
wax leaves tied in splashed white bowers.
In dark and on a sea
of white,
You will breathe
into my hand
Perfuming eternity with your gift --
To never leave.
"The moon is an honest Manipulator,"
last night you showed off with your total eclipse.
Your enormous bright light did,
"Tie me to your Tongue."
"I learned how to live unkissed,
until" last night.
Now "I filled the night's chalice with knots of desire,"
needing to wait for the next full moon.
"If time turns, will scars stain the sky?"
Will I live to see you next month in all your glory?
Oh look at the dark clouds for,
"It's raining roses and love riots."
Tonight was very special,
I am so glad I could join the full moon for our visit.
My ice blue eyes
Ice blue eyes ~ gaze lovingly at you
Radiating ~ joy to all I see
My motto ~” show kindness to all”
A smile chases all the blues away
Blue butterfly ~ flutters by
Such beauty to behold
I love nature, wildflowers, trees,birds,bees
All radiate God’s love
Stop what your doing ~ smell the roses
Be thankful to be alive
You are enough my friend
The world a better place because your in it.
Put on your coat or hoodie like me
Let’s go a walk in beauty that surrounds us
Autumn is springing forth
Awesome colours to brighten your day
For each bruise he gave,
Let flowers grow in heaven,
For her to rest on.
Hug me, praise me, like me
Slap me, curse me, kill me
Destroy me so thoroughly I won’t have room left for pride
Open me up until I have nothing left to hide
Just tell me it’s love
And I’ll be your pure little dove
Oh wifey, dear and darling.
Whom, I thought I linked my life.
Ran off, with our scheming mailman.
In the middle of last night.
Same one who brought the letter.
Showed, I'm fired from my job.
The boss, who docked my pay, and left me saddened, riddled, robbed.
She did use up that money, to buy an escalade.
Then ran my dog quite over, near the ending of last may.
After this, I tried the beach, bury my troubles in the sand.
Only issue was, I have an allergy to crab.
Now I'm sitting here at home, on my couch, I owe two payments.
Things are looking sorta bleak, and everything's so tight.
Perhaps I'll make my fortune, going on the Price Is Right.
Between the shadows monsters hide
as they coax a smile in plain sight.
You can tell that something’s not right,
quick with a touch you let it slide.
One kiss lands and you know he lied,
trapped now it’s too late to turn back.
Wide-eyed to this tender attack
blindness grows the closer you get.
With eyes like dead roses you’re set
to follow this pain off the track.
seeking pleasure and shunning pain
in as it applies to our form
choosing bondage we wear the chain
with cravings of ego conform
play of desire and aversion
becomes a haunting addictive
yet it is a simulation
programmed responses predictive
cooperating we comply
watching the ebb and flow of tides
there’s nothing to seek or decry
as soul in the void wingless glides
There's a thing I've done that I can't believe.
What on earth was I trying to achieve?
Things concerning the color of yellow.
Was it because I was a younger fellow?
We bought a house whose color we didn't like.
It was dull and dark, and needed more light.
That's right. We painted it a very bright yellow.
Later on, we would say, "Look for the yellow house."
Later, we said to ourselves, "What have we done?"
Now, the only yellow we like is a yellow rose.
May the yellow rose
Always refuse to fold,
Thrive and never grow old;
Ever be home within my soul,
Survivng the heat and the cold.
If the truth be told or written on a scroll,
I sincerely wish she could be stored and
Saved as treasured valuables like gold.
Yellow roses.
One stunning sight
Yellow roses.
It just seems right
Yellow roses.
She makes me write
Yellow roses.
Of them I read
Yellow roses.
Not roses red
Nor roses pink
Not roses white
Nor roses purple
Yellow roses.
Saw them differently today.
Read of a yellow rose I say.
She was named 'The Poet's Wife'.
Roses are red, violets are blue,
The world feels brighter, it's true.
A lighter burden, a peaceful release,
Everyone is happier, when I die.
No more worries, no more strife,
Just rest, a different life.
A gentle silence, a calm, deep sigh,
Everyone is happier, when I die.
The sun will shine, the birds will sing,
Joyful feelings, they will bring.
A lifted spirit, reaching for the sky,
Everyone is happier when I die.
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