Come for me, Love, in a July
When summer surf is running high
Watching steamers on the sea’s crest
Like we did from our lovely nest
On the beaches in old Dubai.
Since you are gone, I often try,
As I watch fancy yachts go by,
To choose one you would like the best
Come for me, Love.
Thoughts of you, my tears never dry
After all these years, I still cry,
Life, for me, has lost fonder zest
Since you went to eternal rest
I long to join you when I die,
Come for me, Love.
Written July 19, 2022
F=G m1. M2/d2
Molten saltine solution
Manmade magma
Pow'ring turbines
Larder lake
Ontario song
Sings brilliantly
through the night
Then shall
Those sweet tastes
Make mornings
Extra special
She steamed
Maine steamers
Manors some
Caul them
And sauced them in
Wine
Heavy cream
Olive oil
Chives
And garlic
An evening were
A xylophone called
To a band of
Percussion, horns
Ten string a flute
One basset guitar
And a tenor guitar
We danced
On a tounge and
Grooved floor
And fell exhausted
In love.
From Vespasian licinius'
Myth of Music
Sensual sounds
Cocuswood
F=G m1. M2/d2
Molten saltine solution
Manmade magma
Pow'ring turbines
Larder lake
Ontario song
Sings brilliantly
through the night
Then shall
Those sweet tastes
Make mornings
Extra special
She steamed
Maine steamers
Manors some
Caul them
And sauced them in
Wine
Heavy cream
Olive oil
Chives
And garlic
An evening were
A xylophone called
To a band of
Percussion, horns
Ten string a flute
One basset guitar
And a tenor guitar
We danced
On a tounge and
Grooved floor
And fell exhausted
In love.
From Vespasian licinius'
Myth of Music
Sensual sounds
Cocuswood
F=G m1. M2/d2
Molten saltine solution
Manmade magma
Pow'ring turbines
Larder lake
Ontario song
Sings brilliantly
through the night
Then shall
Those sweet tastes
Make mornings
Extra special
She steamed
Maine steamers
Manors some
Caul them
And sauced them in
Wine
Heavy cream
Olive oil
Chives
And garlic
An evening were
A xylophone called
To a band of
Percussion, horns
Ten string a flute
One basset guitar
And a tenor guitar
We danced
On a tounge and
Grooved floor
And fell exhausted
In love.
From Vespasian licinius'
Myth of Music
Sensual sounds
F=G m1. M2/d2
Molten saltine solution
Manmade magma
Pow'ring turbines
Larder lake
Ontario song
Sings brilliantly
through the night
Then shall
Those sweet tastes
Make mornings
Extra special
She steamed
Maine steamers
Manors some
Caul them
And sauced them in
Wine
Heavy cream
Olive oil
Chives
And garlic
An evening were
A xylophone called
To a band of
Percussion, horns
Ten string a flute
One basset guitar
And a tenor guitar
We danced
On a tounge and
Grooved floor
And fell exhausted
In love.
From Vespasian licinius'
Myth of Music
Sensual sounds
F=G m1. M2/d2
Molten saltine solution
Manmade magma
Pow'ring turbines
Larder lake
Ontario song
Sings brilliantly
through the night
Then shall
Those sweet tastes
Make mornings
Extra special
She steamed
Maine steamers
Manors some
Caul them
And sauced them in
Wine
Heavy cream
Olive oil
Chives
And garlic
An evening were
A xylophone called
To a band of
Percussion, horns
Ten string a flute
One basset guitar
And a tenor guitar
We danced
On a tounge and
Grooved floor
And fell exhausted
In love.
From Vespasian licinius'
Myth of Music
Sensual sounds
2 cups of sautéed butternut squash
1 cup of pecans ( sautéed in butter and brown sugar 3 tablespoons each)
1 cup of raisins
3/4 cups of honey
2/3 cups of amaretto
2 cups of shredded sautéed cabbage
1 cup of sautéed onions
7 crushed garlic cloves (sautéed)
1/4 cup of candied ginger (minced)
2 cups of vanilla ice-cream
1/3 cup of white sauce
3 cups of ground pork (cooked)
1 & 1/2 cups of diced apples
mix together and make turnovers with favorite pie dough. or using eggroll wrappers
steam and to make sticky steamers
sauce
---------
1/4 cup of sesame seed oil
1/4 cup of soy sauce
1/4 cup of brown sugar
2 T ground ginger
3 T red pepper flakes
2 T fish stock
2 T lime juice
I've had love affairs throughout my years
so many I can't count beyond the parting tears.
Not many in my youthful primal fears
but as I grew they did rise amidst my heart's cheers.
Not just chemistry or physical infatuation
they drifted in my dreams without hesitation;
each set my body afire in self cremation.
Double 007, my James Bond dreamers
drew out my breath in blinding steamers
where I hardly paused for slow heart beaters.
In reality, I blush, the truth be said
only one lover was ever taken to my bed
and in the arms of the intense embrace
I won the love afffair's best race.
Should now I catch the mirrors reflection
the face I see upon inspection
is yours standing next to me
the continued love affair at seventy three.
Murky water left to drink
floating particles of death
Erie presence leaves discontent
As something wicked floats in it.
The bone chilling chilly wind doth blow
off Lake Erie with flurry snow.
Late at night off cold dark shores
Shadows of a floating barge
Clouds of soot from steamers clogged
Pollutes the air with killer smog
when something wicked this way blows.
Perverts creep on angry streets
Children homeless are their prey
desperately at the mercy of
She gets plucked like a sweet ripe plumb
as something wicked this way comes.
There were no herbs, left to purge her
This was strictly death by murder
Blood dripping from their lips/
Every scary thing they fling as;
Vampires odors fumigates,
the evil deeds, their gluttony brings.
They've Desecrated the graves of men;
Though we stand by, we cannot extend,
at least a stick to beat the bush;
Or make loud noises and pretend;
While something evil this way spins.
© Vicki Acquah | Year Posted 2014
Inspired by Ray Bradbury
reposted 2017
ON TENDING THE GREAT ANCESTRAL FIRES
Here lies the residue
Of an old fire
Long gone
Dry—Ashes
Left to the whelms
Of raindrops to dampen
Into a useless mush—
Or for the wind to blow
Aimlessly to nowhere;
Wet and immobile
Or blowing dry in the wind,
Useless are cold ashes.
Here, scattered among the warm ashes,
Lay hot remnants of a once great fire
Gone untended—abandoned as.
Often, tenders of great fires are released
From their duties by the thirst of death;
Others are just scared away.
Be whichever it may, great fires
Cocoon themselves in charcoal hued embers.
Charcoal hued embers—steamers of raindrops
And lovers of re-birthing winds of ignition.
Come chilled children;
Movements are like unsettled ashes
Of social interchange; revolution,
Like volcanic embers of transformation.
Come cocooned children;
Let us gather and stoke volcanic embers
That we may metamorphose in the presence
Of the Great Fire spirit of our ancestors—
Least we devolve into the staled mush of ashes.
The water lulls, soft, warm,
salt-sweet like dew on bronze skin.
In chains the boat at anchor rocks,
cradled in a summer sea.
Water accepts us, frail, human,
each rise of sultry sand beneath the waves
a blossom of delight. Suited to an
au natural moment; we wade.
Barely receiving permission to be
bare, our legs and arms wave and waver
beneath and through a languid sea.
Ten toes curl and prod seeking dinner.
The water in its abundance yields,
each mollusk's breath rises a stream of
silver bubbles exhaled marking their bed
leading the diners to their dinner fare.
First Publication at Eskimo Pie Summer 2013
Steamers
Streamers the term that they give to a bird
The story of which you might never have heard
In the Mojave Desert, there’s a large solar plant
Three hundred thousand mirrors fixed to the sun’s slant
They magnify rays to produce lots of steam
To heat lots of houses – it’s environmentally clean
Federal wildlife officials say that the bright light
Attracts all the bugs so nearby birds all take flight
Perhaps at the rate of each minute or two
A bug-chasing bird through the light simply flew
They were instantly fried, vanished in plumes of smoke
From the heat of the rays in an instant heat stroke
No trace of the bird, no trace of the bug
When asked how to stop it, officials just shrug
They just count the birds, put the count in a book
Know to heat just one house, just how many it took
They don’t share this knowledge, they fear if they should
A bird-loving lawyer would sue them for good
If you live near this desert and you heat with steam
Your energy source comes complete with a scream!
The path progresses in a linear manner
like a fallen tree trunk
branching occasionally.
Perpendicular cousins gauntlet
the peripheral borders.
Winter’s extreme nudity
revealing an earthly crust,
a spine of granite;
a body desiccated of life’s fluids.
Yet, the sparse, angular, forms
retain their own beauty,
dance in the shifting light.
Upon the path man progresses,
upright as the gauntlet of guardian trees;
perpendicular as they;
arms branch, fingers twig,
calling down the gifts of Heaven.
Summoning.
The path girdles the Earth.
Within the trunk of man
arteries branch, capillaries twig;
and bones boulder spines.
The fluids of life flow in jewel tones,
dancing in the shifting light.
The Earth progresses, orbiting,
girdling the sun as the Moon girdles it.
Golden steamers of gas reach from the sun
upward and outward on the path
occasionally branching.
was it a dream
or did we climb with giddy
anticipation
to the widows walk of the ancient house
and look out upon the Missouri River
silently rolling by?
Ghosts of steamers drift under the fog on the
river top
music drifting in the windows
horses clopping on cobblestones
down to the waters edge
Years ago I snuck under the fence around
this runined home
drawn in by invisible hands
stepping carefully I skirted holes in the floor
and walked through rooms once grand
where a woman waited for her husband
who sailed the mighty river.
twenty years after restoration
its a fine restaurant serving great American food
of the region
and a few words of our story to the owner
and we're up the stairs
holding hands
your eyes shining
you know what this means to me to stand where she
stood
woman of my reincarnation
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