Rene was composing a bangla song. After decades and motivations distant from a light year, he truly tried. Just with one concept. Photosynthesis is not something photogenic. Certainly not an easy subject, not quite popular that fame is blessed about.
"I think you need a break. Simply try an easier path."
Shanta wanted to cheer him up.
"Let me brief you with a little scenario. A written up verse should not be a price tag , nor should it be anything other than a equidistant line that fails to understand occupation and occupied territory. By the time the second line will emerge, I am tired. So awfully tired!" Rene shrugged.
“Find an agency. That will help you adopt children from both
sides.”
Shanta tried to smile. She had a sad note to pass. Their only child would be dropped out as they found him smoking and in other felons too. She could not sleep for the last four days.
He looked her in the eye.
An uncomfortable stair… a staircase…with rise, with tread.
But give it all you got, Then you will find God in drops of rain.
In nothingness. God does not need us. We need Him.
Dave Crandall is a fella who is always in tune.
Don't believe it when they say he's crazy as a loon.
He's a vegetarian, so you might not relate
to the curious items that you find on his plate.
He loves to solve mind-bending math puzzles just for fun,
and whether you like it or not, he'll surely ask you one.
He's got the sense of a blow-up animal balloon.
His favorite thing to watch is a Betty Boop cartoon.
He likes black and white movies from nineteen thirty-nine,
and folk songs from sixty-two, like "kisses, sweeter than wine."
While these anomalies, you might not think are so great,
I think you will agree, he should gain a little weight.
Imagination nude
liquored and lacquered lips
ember-breathing phoenix
..lighter fluid magic
when let loose near a flame..
combustible thigh-highs
when moonshine-high is nigh—
the moon she bathes in dreams
I have you both in hand
my tongue slick and sleek seeks
to taste the fruits of fields
intoxicated snake
oh! my lust a slither
a quiver serpentine
squeeze innocence with sins
revive the withered vine
anthurium’s shield leaf
your phallic sword unsheathed
exotic frolic fire
in heart-shaped bloom I burn
fire-water-pulse untamed
grabbed by the mane restrained
—unrestrained dreams unleashed
tequila genie free
sassy-frassy lassie
a parasol in pink
frilly and unfolded
beholder beholden
to climb aboard and fly
feminine flamingo
through shaken sky uncorked—
liquid-libido rains
as thirst and thunder reigns
just drop the reins and ride
bridal sweet bridle free
yah barefoot and bareback
yes! drain the bottle dry
free way ticket three way
trifecta perfecta
primal energies spoon
la belle ‘Bianca’ blanc—
wine-skinned mademoiselle
Recently, I requested my former husband,
regarding compassion and compassionate health care only...
As, my HIPPA compliance never got far enough.
To save me before hip and prostration, as a Wahabi or Shafi'i
I needed permission to leave the classroom.
had to happen in a lobby or a darkroom spot.
Blind, rear, spot and spotting.
all these words are intricate, triggering and
possibly extenuatingly sensual
Where someone, even I
will feel that the deceased mother-in-law
is talking even in rumination.
to a health care professional of health care compassionate
Third party enough.
2-10-2024
You can run for office with a third party.
Most people will say that is not where it’s at.
Any attempt will be almost foolhardy.
You must be Republican or Democrat.
Sheep close your eyes and follow
There will always be a tomorrow
Bored? bray a lot you’ll be noticed
Hungry? bray a lot someone will hear you
Jealous? careful that’s a sin
Envious? follow faster
Want a better life?
Open your eyes
Lead
Nowhere to go?
Too many sheep?
Don’t worry they’ll follow you
Elephants and donkeys know the way
Listen