Bobby still remembers his High School Sophomore year
Rarely do his other memories still ring so clear
But he also recalls letters to Christine (his girl at the time)
They are so vivid he can quote every line
Sometimes they skipped their classes just to talk for a while,
He adored that girl to madness,
her brilliance and style
That year was precious,that year was a bit wild
He's not living with any regrets,
That year and that girl left impressions he'll never forget
By: J.N.R Dutton
Todd spent two weeks working in a seaside town
Til he and his boss man had a falling out
He packed up his bag, paid up his motel,
& he was outta there like a shot
before the sun went down
He hadn't seen his wife in quite a long time
So he couldn't wait to be homeward bound
By: J.N.R Dutton
Johnny grew up hard,
where the streets were mean
His wits were usually sharp,
and his eyes were keen
Gigi was bright,
and a high school beauty queen,
John thought they were worlds apart
Not just different leagues,
and even though she made his soul sing
He thought:
"No way she'd ever go for a guy like me"
But turned out he was wrong, so pleasantly
Twenty years on and the life they've built
Couldn't be more amazing
By: J.N.R Dutton
He loved midnight coffee, midnight music
Played harmonica jams like there was nothing to it
Every note he played, his heart and soul ran through it
By: J.N.R Dutton
Norma was a little girl lost,
she came from a broken home.
Her mother was prone to madness,
fits of delusion,rage, and sadness.
Though her early life was a portrait of devastation,
Norma rose above it all and she found sweet salvation.
By:J.N.R Dutton
“I love you!” Says the girl to the boy.
“No response.”
Sound of wind and sea rushing from the distance, it was all so perfect..
Moment of silence rushed past between them both.
The girl smiled either way waiting for his response but she knows he will never say it back to admit he loves her.
….
That memory of that day was a blur.
That was nearly 4 years ago.
It was about time for the boy to finally confess to her and won’t wait a single second to do so.
As with flowers in hand ready to confess to the girl he loved for 7 years, took long to confess.
He stood up straight with tears in his eyes.
“Your eyes like the sea and your touch like the wind like the memory I remembered..
You are perfect and I couldn’t say I love you back as I was too scared to love you. “
“But here I am to say .. I love you too”, he finally confessed.
And with that, they closed her coffin.
She acted her way into his heart.
The lovely actress was very smart
She new her brown eyes and figure so slim.
Would win his love, if she acted for him.
Her name was Meg, He was Harry
Before too long they would marry
He gave up being prince one day
Now they live happily in the USA.
Kismet brought them to the same train,
They longed for the same rain,
Nature and art were the only panacea,
That would part their gloomy nausea.
They sat on top of the same roof,
Not too much aloof,
They read a book,
As they gave each other an amiable look.
They had the same passion,
Life had brought them on the same mission,
They had gone up a despondent ladder,
Asking, "How much farther?"
Fate brought them to the same floor,
Nature and hope delved into their core,
Out in dawn's light,
Their darkness, they could fight.
They found a new way,
After a fortnight's stay,
Perturbation erased,
Love laced.
The sun began to rise at the pale wink of dawn
just as the moon wearied and started to fade.
There were dappled rays spread across my lawn
then disappeared behind a maple forest glade.
Refulgent light hovered above earth at midday
while the moon rested before her nightly reign.
As people basked and romped all day in play,
celestial bodies pretend that it's sleep they feign.
The sun bowed and dimmed on the cusp of twilight
Awakening, were the cratered eyes of the moon.
A golden glow of sunset was ebbing before my sight
and Luna was rising with the trilling song of a loon.
Ra slipped into the sea as the horizon darkened.
Moonlight nodded to stars in a sky of midnight blue.
A deep sigh was heard; to the moon the sun harkened.
He whispered to her in their passing, "I bid you adieu."
The Christmas night a long time ago was freezing cold,
a six year old he couldn’t keep the excitement on hold,
for the lovely gifts for him Santa would bring,
wanted the night to fly away quickly on wing.
He heard Santa would come through the chimney,
if there was one on house roof, he wanted to see.
He went up to the roof-top veranda, but couldn’t find one,
he was told Santa would come through the window for fun.
At night he didn’t let mom close the window of his room,
the chilled wind in the snowfield outside he heard zoom.
In the morn saw the gifts by bed side, to shout in joy he tried,
voice choked for he caught cold, but on delight he took a ride.
On the wings of the fleeting time, far he has flown,
but within him the nostalgic child hasn’t yet grown.
He fondly preserves the indelible Christmas gift memory
inscribed in childhood mental notebook that night’s story.
Once upon a dreamy fairy tale night
Two lover's hearts went soaring off in flight
The setting a magical seaside scene
Enchanting beauty befitting a queen.
Fairies gathered to gaze from on a star
For romance delighted their tiny hearts
So enthralling was this mystical sight
They sprinkled their fairy dust o'er the night.
Sequin-silver jewels enhanced night sky
Twinkling on the sea as waves rippled by
Soft golden sand cushioned the lovers feet
As they strolled along the crescent shaped beach.
Only sound was the opera of sea
A soothing oceanic melody
The summer breeze caressed their sun kissed skin
Just as their rendezvous was to begin.
He took her in his arms and held her tight
Whispered "darling you look lovely tonight"
In a tender moment of bliss they kissed
Pledging their love would stay a lifelong tryst.
They danced merrily in splendour of sea
For today they joined in matrimony.
Before I stirred, the early bird
Built a nest on my head
Then on one date, it found a mate
Before I got out of bed
With outside dim, I tried beating him
When next day I arose sooner
But all I heard, were chirping birds
Leaving me in a bad humor
The very next day, to my dismay
The two birds perched on my leg
Loudly tweeting, and repeating
Implying they now have eggs
One week later the incubator,
Mrs. Early, from brooding all day
On her nest, and although a pest
Hatched her eggs, so I shouted yay
Since early birds, my idle words
Couldn’t slow them at their chore
Of feeding, what they were breeding
And wouldn’t you know at night they snore
The chicks grew fast, like no time passed
In their nest on top of my head
And when off they flew, that’s when I knew
I could finally get out of bed
In my history book title " African's Hidden Treasure"
There was a military commander who used to recite
his poems and sing songs on trees in his gardens.
One day he organised a contest of women dancers
which cost his life few weeks after the competition.
He was accused to cheat with the woman champion
Because she got a big trophy than her competitors.
One of the jealous women propagated false news
Which frustrated the husband of the woman winner
And ended up shooting his colleague due to rumour.
The son of the dead poet and commander wanted
to pay revenge but his colleagues rejected
that idea as they prepared to overthrow the king.
An affordable price was setting according
to commanders agreement as they needed
more soldiers to aid them in the neighbouring land.
Years later on, they entered that land ; started fighting,
they won the war and the son of the poet became king.
he created the Yao Kingdom and Ndindi chiefdom for
the honour of his father who wanted to be king after war.
Betsy, the sweet girl, was such a beauty
Never slack on milk, she did her duty
Pouring out her supply, like a fountain
Feeding on the rye across the mountain
She raised sweet, soft eyes to prove her gentle
Always so much love wasn’t accidental
With a soul, good and warm, she’s so friendly
Yet, her master told her she’s too spindly
Despite her hunger, she just wouldn’t gain weight
She worried about things like a soul mate
Her thoughts took her to the fall, and the hay
When the Blue Ridge Mountains switch to deep gray
Thoughts of gold bales left her stomach starving
Though that hay could’ve made a wood carving
So dry and stale, it couldn’t have been tasty
Still, she sprinted to the stall, quite hasty
After eating her fair share, farmer said
“look at Betsy, she’s fat as that pig, Ned”
At last the cow and the pig were happy
Even though their tale is slightly sappy!
Many years ago,
a simple kiss made her glow.
Love was everywhere,
sweet flowers filled the air.
That day there was no snow,
the warm sand covered a toe.
Her blue eyes and blond hair,
with that yellow dress she wore with flare.
July 4th was a big show,
they said I do with a playing banjo.
A beautiful white dress she did wear,
a heavenly day brought him a tear.
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