Flowing river, pooling puddles, sloppy drip.
Hold me warm
until I’m nothing but water.
Caress me, and I will give life to your earth.
Seeping blood into your veins
and rejuvenating your soul.
Then leave.
Because one day I will wake
without you beside me,
and the world will be so cold.
My rains will hail,
my lakes will freeze.
I will be ice
just to survive.
My winter will kill the life sowed.
I am only hard for so long,
until Spring springs,
as she does.
Her sweet charm
breaks me, soothing me back.
I will be a flowing river again.
I love when we sit in the hot bright sun,
add some butter or we will get well done.
Sky and water of ice blue,
better than the dull store view.
Oh! look I am popping so I will run.
POEM " HER COLD BLUE SKIN " by martin gedge
A windy frozen day night sky under the grey
the falling snow so thick and slow
would cover as she lay
in waters winter freeze death whistled through the breeze
as darkness walks the shadows talk
to whisper help her please
for souls onto receive to lead her to believe
upon the knife another life
would never let her leave
and so sick and sadly true her skin was cold and blue
as spring would break the ice would wake
to see her body through
and in her grip of strand the hairs to hold her hand
would set her free as it would be
to call upon the man
and judge and jury came in a court that bares her name
a guilty rule to catch a fool
to live in silent shame
and to one to sit his cell that drowns into the well
she is the witch that flicks the switch
to watch you burn in hell...
by martin gedge ©
During a sultry summer’s afternoon,
when anyone can melt away and swoon,
nothing can cool us off quite as nice
as a generous helping of Italian water ice.
Slaves of Roman emperors from ages ago,
would trek into the mountains to gather snow.
They brought it down to mix with fruit and honey.
Thus, we have ambrosia that came to be.
For most folks, it is a seasonal treat.
Anytime in the summer, it is cool and sweet.
With lots of different flavors galore,
once you try some, you will be back for more.
We are familiar with traditional lemon and cherry.
However, have you tried mango and black raspberry?
How about exotic Italian anisette?
Wagering you will like them all is a safe bet.
like blue tentacles
natures spinal chord of life
provides for us all
Written for Raul's Contest
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