Oh! My dear inamoratos
Enrapture and enamour one another
With jest and mirth
In a jiffy of joie de vivre
In heebie-jeebies
Soothe and love soothingly
In lividness and agonies
In our succinctly
As bona fide lovers
And as we are tyros
The amour betwixt swains and wenches
Should be with respect and tryst
But not breaking the virgin-knot
Till matrimony we can quest
The right to live and explore in fancy
To enjoy is to own
The right to open and welcome
In the palace of fantasy
To the kingdom of ecstasy
With merry and cheery.
We are two flames,
Colliding and clashing,
Eroding our names,
Each other, slashing.
Merging miraculously,
In some eternal timeline,
Vowing velvety love variously,
Flowing and floating as fine as wine.
My hand longs your hand,
Our hands meet and then
We turn into slipping sand,
A poem by a perpetual pen.
My hands are cold,
Struggling to keep hold,
Your hands are burning,
Holding and yearning.
My eyes, as silent as cold night,
Yours are loud and alight.
"What are we?" Asked thee,
"Pretty paradox, you and me"
Said I, ridiculously.
You, it's you, I admire thy worth,
Prettier than ethereal earth,
Beauty reaches its zenith
When men are in love,
Shinier than the stars above,
Alluring are the men in love,
Dreamier than a divine dove.
Appealing than ardent Adonis,
Men in love are a beguiling bliss.
Bewitching beauty that makes
Coy even the luminous lakes.
Swains, beauteous boon,
Ravishing than the beaver moon.
“Look deep into nature, and then you will understand everything better.”
Albert Einstein
Protection of Nature
Erelong on the western fringe of a village
Stood since span of time a pristine forest
Cherished by nature-lovers of all age,
From the very oldest to the youngest.
It served as a catchment for steady rain,
Perfused the village with fresh and sweet air,
Served as resting haven for weary swains
And a scenery at which sight-seers could stare.
Now the forest has been vilely conquered
By concrete buildings of all shapes and heights,
With all the native trees and plants plundered,
And from nature pilfered a unique sight.
Let`s join hands to shield nature`s decadence
That over time threatens man`s existence.
transfixed
watching fish and fauna
sauntered eyes darting
to her bipedal crank
species nearly gone
The fish of stars
slutters across the glass
Crabs eyeballed sidelined
Horses of the sea
canter throbbing waves
Is that Shark hammered
as his weave meanders
bowing seaweed puckers
Flattened fish
Angelic swains
Dolphins with purpose
listen to krill trill with glee
all from from the deep come
to see the last human in the humanatarium
Please don't tap the glass
it seems to make them uneasy
There was once an old spinster named Ruth
Who was renowned for stretching the truth
"Tho' many young swains wooed me,
I could have married" said she,
"But found them lecherous and uncouth!"
Who is Tokollo ?
what is he ?
That all our swains commend him ?
holy,smart and ravishing is he;
the heaven such grace did lend him,
that he might be admired be.
Is he fair as he is holy ?
for beauty lives with holiness;
love doth to his eyes repair,
to help him with his poems
and,being help'd,inhabits there.
Then to Tokollo let us sing,
that Tokollo is excelling;
he excels each mortal thing,
upon the dull earth dwelling:
to him let us garlands bring.
Guess which star I am looking at and there let
your gaze and mind dwell,
So if our bodies cannot lie together at least our
minds will!
For sweetly as the flesh of swains and maids
repose in a common embrace,
Just so do our minds repose in common thoughts;
And as brim with gaiety two weary heads on a
shared pillow,
Just so do our eyes delight in common celestial
sights.
THE SWAINS
Under cumulus clouds, grew cauliflowers.
He planted them with love because I adorn them when they were harvested to the table of healthy man, my husband; sons; and brothers.
All were vegetable farmers of California.
We woman loved cooking for them.
They say there never was a better meal than this one every time we cooked.
That was each day of the yield.
Spirits were high as hell.
The profits were insurmountable.
They increased each year.
The sunshine brightly and this eased our fears.
We became wealthy and retired well.
Our children went off into the world.
Both sons became Attorneys of Law.
_____________________________|
Penned on October 30, 2014!
Tired going here and there,
Tired of being aware!
Sick of building useless hopes,
Sick of being on unstable slopes!
Vexed facing disappointment,
Vexed keeping perseverant!
Done carrying on,
Done being cheated on!
Special thanks to all my swains;
Those who cured, or racked my strain,
A new stage has just broke ground,
A Point of view is switching around
Only success is what I'll brace,
From today, till blue in the face!
WORLD BORE ONE
I don’t know very much at all
But I know oak trees grow strong and tall
I don’t know why I sometimes stumble and fall
I know what I have, what I want and that which I need
And that each oak tree starts with one tiny seed
I can’t explain why some things are good or bad
I don’t understand why there’s less happy than sad
I do know that all I want for my good deeds is a simple
I can't date a debutante who defines the word "style"
I don’t pretend to know about important things
But I do know about wedding rings
Not that there’s a woman waiting for me
Because most women want their swains to have a diploma and a degree
Please don’t ask me queries I can answer not
I can tell you which cup of sassafras tea is cold and which is hot
I can feed the chickens, milk the cows and do some other chores
But I cannot for the life of me explain why there are so man f*****g wars
© 2011.…Phreepoetree
Walk side with me to a valley,
And we shall be yonder pleasures of heavens light,
Of whose firmament, hills, groves, shining woods presume wonder.
And we will weight off our feet upon the hills,
Seeing swains tends to their torn flocks,
Quails harping to harmonic tunes,
And we shall made mat of Ambrosia,
With fragrant from Acacia, Aster, Azalea and Arum,
A hat of Begonia and a Larkspur crème,
Cross-stich with the bark of yellow birch.
Which through our intimate loving lay rest,
A metal slipper for the snows,
With buckle fashioned from alloyed silver,
An apple from Janna,
If suited thee
Walk side with me to a valley.
The tunes of heaven shall we dance,
A coffee for your morning
If such picture delights thy heart, move
Walk with me to the valley, and be my Joy.
I have in my possession an object I really prize.
It belonged to two guys whom I really idolize.
'Twas a necessary device when straight razors were the fad.
'Tis the leather razor strop used by my Grandpa and Dad.
Its precise genesis is really difficult to gauge,
But it's certainly well over a century old in age.
It shows the scars as they went to all the trouble,
To hone their razors to rid their mugs of stubble!
I can picture them as young swains shaving before the mirror,
With a steady hand trying not to nick an ear.
With a brush and soap to apply lather to their face,
Later to meet their sweeties decked out in ribbons and lace!
Now I never thought of a razor strop in relation to education,
But Mom found a novel use for it much to my mortification.
When I became rowdy and tended not to mind,
That cold, hard strop was generously applied to my behind!
I will pass the old strop along to a subsequent generation,
With vivid tales of Mom's expertise in its application!
This only to add to family knowledge and lore,
But to use on tender behinds never, never more!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Come live with me and be my love,
And gardening pleasures I shall prove.
We'll watch the farmer in his fields
And envy him his golden yields.
I'll let you sift out all the rocks
And shoo invading blackbird flocks
Who steal the seed where e'er it falls
And grab your hat with raucous calls.
You'll help me dig a bed for roses
And kill the slug where he reposes.
You'll weep as loam so rich and fertile
Is commandeered by creeping myrtle.
Coveralls of strongest weaves,
Thorn protective leather sleeves,
Felt lined boots to beat the cold,
We'll buy the best of all that's sold.
A belt of shiny metal studs,
Sharpened shears to clip the buds;
And if these pleasures may thee move,
Come live with me and be my love.
The gardening swains shall dance and sing
The day that you accept my ring.
If these delights thy mind shall move,
Then live with me, and be my love.
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Come live with me and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures prove,
That valleys, groves, hills and fields,
Woods or steepy mountains yields.
And we will sit upon the rocks,
Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks
By shallow rivers, to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals.
And I will make thee beds of roses,
And a thousand fragrant posies,
A cap of flowers and a kirtle
Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle;
A gown made of the finest wool,
Which from our pretty lambs we pull;
Fair-lined slippers for the cold,
With buckles of the purest gold;
A belt of straw and ivy buds,
With coral clasps and amber studs;
And if these pleasures may thee move,
Come live with me and be my love.
The shepherds' swains shall dance and sing
For thy delight each May morning;
If these delights thy mind may move,
Then live with me and be my love.
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