The scorching heat of Sun has put lives on fire
The rich and the poor are equal
Seeking God's Blessings
.
ahhh mine roily think's
with covetous
to caress
tenderly
to 'to
latch
yourn both
sensate haunchez
to
pull taut
yourn
'to mine ready kiss
lock
Cacti Hiku 47
Amidst torrid sun
Cacti sprout on rocky ground~
Nature`s sturdy strength.
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.~~. -I t I-
-I i I- -I u I-
-I t I- -I o I-
-I c I- -I r I-
a-m-id-s-t t-o-r-r-i-d s-u-n -I a I- -I p I-
-I c I- -I s I-
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
o-n r-o-c-k-y g-r-o-u-n-d-s~
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
n ~a ~t~ u ~r ~e`s s ~t ~u ~r ~d ~y s ~t ~r ~e ~n ~g ~t ~h.
If, as the saying goes,
'There's no smoke without fire,'
is it smarter to ignite a spark
(illumination causation)
than bedamn the dark,
and thereby induce a funeral pyre,
or, better yet, a safer bet,
to avoid gossip and accusations,
find the substantiated fact(s)
(true datum)
before you act
and land in sorry situations?
It's no joke, on soot you'll choke,
yet, on the greener side,
carry the torch for earth non-scorched
but best your light you hide,
(it may be life-transforming)
beneath an unburnt bush,
so as not to incur global warming.
Romance
Courtly, torrid
Flinging, existing, wooing
Ever so sentimental
Woo
2/19/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©
Tony wants to teach Mary some yoga,
While dressed in a short, little toga
He bends over the mat,
Where she just then had sat.
From jail Tony cannot now teach yoga.
The spell has gone far too long, too intense.
My torrid heart is aching
For heavenly showers.
I'm writing a torrid love story,
Full of scandle and intrigue and sex,
About film stars and beautiful people,
And who goes to bed with who next.
Their clothes are by famous designers,
They wear diamonds and mink and real pearls.
Their hair is just perfectly coiffured -
And that's just the chaps, not the girls!
The hero's in love with his uncle,
And his wife's had an implant or two,
Grandfather has married the housemaid,
He's eighty and she's twenty-two.
When it's published I'll make lot's of money,
But just for a while, till I do,
I'm a little bit short on housekeeping -
Can you lend me a fiver or two?
With the dawn of every day,
I wait for love to come my way
I'm wishing for a torrid romance,
So I'll give it another chance
I want a man to show me his love,
It's what I've always dreamed of
I know he's got to be out there,
But does he have to be so rare?
Her love waits.. hidden
in the rose scented shadows~
noble woman roams
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