My doctor is like no other,
he treats me like a brother.
Never unfair nor dishonest
in diagnosis or prognosis;
he tells me all just as it is –
a trait he’s known for best.
During my recent physical,
with expertise and acumen,
he revealed nothing amiss,
my health sound and admirable.
And with beaming pride
of a respected professional
said I’d make a fine specimen
in formaldehyde.
Sailing up and down the sky
Hovering over the moist heathers
Soaring and sliding high
Dawning grey and brown feathers.
Spreading her wings with expertise
Unfurling her stripped tail,
She glides through the wind with ease
Looking as light as the dancing gale.
A descendant of voracious predators
She dives sharp down to her prey,
She possesses the vitality of deadly raptors
There is no chance of her catch getting away.
She nests in aspens at the edge of a meadow
You can find her in the marshlands,
She may also be at the swamp out your window
But it is the open wild that she demands.
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She is colder than
Most with emotions.
With her it's just going
Through the motions.
Her womanly ways and
Perfect figure.
No hesitation when she
Pulls the trigger.
Her tan skin and
Dark eyes.
BEWARE! A word
To the wise.
Her full lips,
Her long fingernails.
She is 100%
Bone-a-fide female.
You smile when you
See her look.
You're guessing, she is
A closed book.
Her radiant smile sets
You at ease.
The way she moves,
With expertise.
She is at her weakest
In the morning.
She never prepares when
She hears the warning.
No matter what,
A smile on her face.
It's like she has
Fallen from grace.
You can envy her
Lack of attention.
Easy going, calm,
No sign of tension.
No emotions show
In her eyes.
No hint of confusion,
Or look of surprise.
She is not stuck-up
Doesn't brag or boast.
Be careful,
She is colder than most.
Turbo1904 ?
Dr. Goo Goo lives in the clouds with God
Follow his instructions to the T when sick
Take two aspirin and call him in the morning
Right now is good. Never is even better
Fevers come with a cough and a quack
Not all doctors are created equal
Some live under rocks or bridges
Deliver babies when not playing golf
Goo Goo wears a mask at Sunday services
Performs surgery on high wires at circuses
Sports the letter G on white pajamas
As a reminder; Who is God and who is not
Surgery on tightropes, scalpel between the teeth
Comes easy with his degrees of certain certainty
With expertise he keeps patients in stitches
But do not laugh when asphyxiated
When the doctor falls do not applaud
Audiences should stay in their seats
For no particular reason
Safety nets and parachutes get lost
Dr. Goo Goo fixes us before we go wrong
Before we return back to ash and dust
From that stuff, primordial goo called humans
Who come with medical and dental plans included
Africa, why are you excited so much
with roasted chicken you get each year
coming to you from foreign poultry farms
Can they lay eggs that can hatch, multiply?
Africans, why are you excited so much
with rusted spanners you sign for each season
coming in to build grass-thatched huts
Can they build industrial complexes in Africa?
Africans, why are you excited so much,
with expertise you invite for every project,
coming in waves of hawkers, advisers?
Can they build independent African economy?
Roasted chicken, rusted spanners are exciting
to Africa with eyes covered by fogs and mists
In a moment of Despacito,
my heart bubbles with joyous symphonies
from your crackless trachea,
how you compose notes with dexterity.
What if I told you,
I want it to be you?
Each minute with you is a wedding party
directed with expertise.
Open up and let's walk through this path,
chasing us around the merry-go-round,
oozed up with strawberries and daffodils.
In deep passionate laughter we float.
What if I told you,
I want it to be you?
On the Straight
A stealthy mover on this silent passage
Parting the calm with rippled arrow
And purring rhythmic chug as friend
A distant bird sings a capella
Its painted wooden structure fore to aft
Sails the straight with house on back
As slow as a snail carving watery track
And loyal path beside
Fresh paint adorns its windowed side
By painter’s hand with expertise
Of floral motif and patterned line
Like oils to canvas
With stern to guide it on its way
At graceful pace to watch awhile
The passing scene to scrutinize
Of country and of town
Ahead the gates of sturdy lock
where calm meets turbulence
As the aqueous straight must even up
To different level
No longer impelled by equine power
And rarely used for mainstay trade
Just aggregate and people pleasure
But highly prized by one and all
Just in time for Halloween
a big, black cheshire cat
tip toes along the tips of the fence.
A balancing act
executed with expertise and precision
in every cautious step.
Until
my dog, the guardian of the yard
spots and challenges the talented display.
Then
plunk, slip, plop, scatter, thrash, run.
The cat is gone
with only the echoing bark
of the guardian's voice
in failed pursuit.
My hand fits on it
holding it with expertise
I hold its oval body made of pig skin
Firmly to my chest
Sprinting down the field
Towards the "END ZONE"
Dodging strong, heavy bodies
Helmets hit, shoulders pads collide
As I throw the ball
On its last flight...Touchdown
Life is like a pure glass goblet
Molded from the beginning
Etchings are added like memories
Each one carefully placed
Home is represented by a firm line
Showing the beginning of life
Followed by the ups an downs of growing up
Here the pattern begins
Love and marriage follows next
Children added to life's total
The hearts and tiny flowers
Are etched upon the glass
Old age quickly follows
The etcher with expertise
Entwines the flowing line
So that the picture is all as one
Life's pattern is etched for eternity
Unless carelessness causes
the glass to be shattered, gone for evermore.
Inspired by : Figure Fusion written by Robb Kopp
Penned 30 June 2013
I WISH WISHES COULD COME TRUE
despite time, distance and/or space
i can still feel your warm and friendly embrace
just a caring carress to warm my heart
and it seems it's been that way from the start
though we've never touched each other's hand
it's somehow difficult to understand
but when i need comfort i think of you
because that's how much i respect your point of view
i write you words and you write me back with expertise
you write words that edify me and with insight that will never cease
there are times when i feel fear for you but then realize you'll be all right
because angels always deliver a last message before they take to flight
when the one closest to me i wish were afar
i search for my keys and start up my car
then i drive around aimlessly wishing wishes could come true
and all the while thinking of you
i don't really understand the emotions i feel
all i know is that they are tangible and real
if friendship is supposed to be forever i hope that's true
and for that reason i thank you humbly just for being you
(c) copy write 2012....PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~
DESERVED DISTURBANCES
Earthquakes, floods, Tsunamis and hurricanes
Sorrow, desperation, torment and torrential rains
Denial, desperation, destitution and remorse
I face the threat of these things as a matter of course
And deservedly so
After all the sins I have so capably committed
All the painfulness I have proficiently permitted
And all the righteous acts that I have omitted
Charity has never been a priority to me
While using, abusing and confusing people has come so effortlessly
I take very well and avoid giving with expertise
I destroy the concept of comfort and peace
I am not one you should ask of for a favor
As I savor a soul made lame by the lamentable
I experience the exemption of an exclamation mark to my life with exquisite exclusion
I am a dissertation on the disturbing
And a pound of pages expounding on the perturbing
I am what a lack of honor always brings
And of the above mentioned catastrophes I deserve all those things
© 2012…..PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~
Whenever I sit in silence and say
Why my love keeps growing day by day....
Numerous thoughts that cross my mind
Aren't mere reasons I choose to find
The way you conduct yourself..with dignity,with grace
The way that sweet smile lights your dimpled face
The way you balance everything...with expertise,with ease
Success never goes to your head no matter what you achieve
The way you care & advise me...my friend
You've been always there with a helping hand
Your amazing wisdom makes me respect you even more
Trust me when I say...haven't felt this way before
Nobody can even come close to what I have for you
All this I say is nothing new....
Love requires neither rhyme nor reason...
Its not an emotional outburst lasting just a season
But above traits are just to mention a few
Sweetheart couldn't help falling in love with you
quatrains
Mirror, mirror, your answer please
sound it with your kindest voice.
I deal, dear Face, with expertise;
ask, I fear you’ll not rejoice.
Mirror, are there gray hairs dancing
there among my blackest blacks?
Face, I see your foes advancing
waving little silver plaques
in boldest print and voices loud:
"Gray hairs never, ever quit."
"Gray is stylish; gray can be proud."
"Lie not, dye not, give, submit."
Mirror, mirror, your answer please
what are my alternatives?
Face, your gray is no disease
cease, desist preventatives.
Glaring roots and ghastly color
leave you sickened with regret
Let gray come, life could be duller
thank the Lord, you're not bald, yet.
Suddenly,wild flames thud out
Of our little kerosene lamp
Mocking flames danced on me
With expertise. their hungry mouths
Ate my perfumed flesh in glee
My manful cries went heaven high
That aunt Priscilla came running wild
That Wednesday night of 10 November
Began my song of painful plea
Goat burnt skin as soft plum peeled
Sneering scissors thrust stubborn gauze and
Red rain rush quickly out, then
When on it iodine oil is released
Tormenting pains my body feel it's when
I begin, my songs of painful plea
My mouth tore in anguished laughter
Myself been prisoner of frustrating pains
When my eyes beheld my white hands
And my skin embellished with ugly scars
My soul could not but raise that song
My song of painful plea
My song of painful plea
Echoes loud across the sky
For my heart made fragments
Of peaceful past, and a
Library of scars in each tiny half
My heart will take no more
For I've done no wrong
Let happiness be a distant dream
To them who adulterated our kerosene.
My song of painful plea.
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