Two by two
They flew
Wings in the air
Blue skies they all share
There is one place
Home base
They rest
Call it a nest
For them it's the best
Eggs hatch there
Soon a pair
Young at heart
Do their part
In the air
Soar to real heights
Sun so bright
Miss the kite
Of the kids first flight
Hold on tight
Stay calm
Or a dive bomb
Will scare Mom
Who scouts the town
Safe and sound
Well fed
And in bed
With the one she wed
My old shoes
croon
songs with
sweet loud notes.
My old shoes
grace
the old soul
of my worn soles.
Tien a Christian Couplet Version
Where to go from here, when Truth is so near?
We all,may find the Son ,to light our way!
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Losing a mother
From home to Edo and back
His pain became art
Words create my art
Etymology canvas
Syllable brushstroke
Licence plate
It tells a story
When I left
Where you drove
Roads weave inside those letters
The journey of us
leaves dance when falling
from ancient oak tree
a spiral and twirl
once held – but now free
To make a limerick oatcake
Five spoonful of wheat flour it`ll take,
The first, second and fifth spoons of 7-10 syllables must chime
With a rhyme that flows smoothly through all times.
The third and the fourth spoons of 5-7 syllables are bound,
To hold to the same sweet final sound
To each other with the same air,
Though quite shorter they surely are.
Then one adds a cup of powdered milk grand,
One cup of rolled oat of a noble brand,
Half a cup of sugar one must weave,
With a pinch of salt as joke that readers shall believe.
Let `s not omit drops of vanilla, a spoonful of baking powder,
And half a cup of butter before bringing to a knead proper
By adding a cup of liquid milk, a little at a time,
Leaving the knead for a while to shine.
The knead is checked for correctness,
Rolled in little balls, flattened with sharpness,
Then placed on a preheated buttered pan
And set in the oven, eight minutes each side, to turn grand.
I penned you a series of cards,
each inspired by The Great Bard.
But tricked by my muse,
when his insults I used,
left my valentine hopes charred.
My heartbeat is within these lines,
rhythmic dances keeping time.
Like lovers drinking, out to dine,
I picture us, not ‘me’ but ‘mine’.
Spouting lyrics, oaths divine,
I wait and wish for some small sign.
Mindlessly walking with shoes untied,
but gravity could not be defied -
he tried to grab hold,
to person or pole –
crashing down hard onto his backside!
Golly, what a Pickle you’re In -- Bub,
How is it That you’re stuck in a Pub?
Gullible -- You look, Pimp
for why not hop, on Blimps?
and Fly in its Massive Ruba-dub.
Always Remember
...summer kisses, moonlit nights, strolling by the sea...and me.
First and Last
Our last times, gone, but our first times, always in memory.
Music Box
A garage sale music box plays, "I will always love you".
From the Sky
She tumbled from the sky - what a lucky lad was I.
One Eye Blink
Heaven sent, no time to think, she was gone in one eye blink.
Magic Flower
Gaze at her an hour - your love will not rise from that flower.
Enchanting Woman
Mona Lisa, Doris Day, you were The Twist, the ballet.
To Dreamland
Dear lullaby, take the apple of my eye...to dreamland.
Wedding Anniversary
From the first girl scout cookie to a glad gift of gold - sold!
Land Meets Sea
man of land and woman of sea, meet in sand, loving free
Syllable Counting
Counting syllables is a pain in my rear
Obnoxious divisions to which I must adhere
Understanding them is not clear
Never one to learn much in school
To post good poetry, I must follow the rule.
OR NOT!!!!!
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