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"To practice any art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow. So do it." -- Kurt Vonnegut
Lyrical Licks
An Evening Star
Infatuating love compared to none
Eternal rainbow blooms before the rain
Come sit and let me feed you grapes by one
And sip a sparkling glass of crisp champagne!
A scented candle dances by the way
Exhilarating flame smooth as pearls are
Come sleep where satin blossom petals lay
I wish to gaze upon an evening star!
The moon is full with beaming love this night
A light that bares a promise not forgot
The day we fell in love at loves first sight
We laid and talked of dreams and dreamed a lot!
I promise to console be all that troubles
Indulging bubble baths and champagne bubbles!
Some Place Safe
All around us the world is breaking down
One hundred tornadoes touch the ground
as tsunami’s wipe out our coastal towns
like army bombs that bomb the world abound
and starving children cry as hunger mounds!
But at my side you’ll be alright
Come stay with me to rest the night
The world isn’t hearin’ what cha’ got to say
So just don’t speak its better this way
In my arms is some place safe
The news of constant killing keep us numb
Victims of violence a silent sum
As human bombs attempting martyrdom
Like freedoms voice held hostage gone unsung
And we keep asking, “When will Jesus come?”
My love is real and it hates to wait
Its your choice but don’t choose to late
We can start right now but not rush in
Your lips to mine to get a good feelin’
In my arms is some place safe
The Tempest
Her tender lips are sweet as sweet honey
And stirs inside of me a great tempest
Therefore her kiss is sweetness at its best
But her sweet kiss does sting me like a bee
Obsessed all day by what’s she’s done to me
The stinging kiss does keep me from my rest
Her tender lips are sweet as sweet honey
And stirs inside of me a great tempest
My head is sinking like a ship at sea
And tossed and turned upon the oceans crest
I do not know if I am cursed or blest
By this delirium inside of me
Her tender lips are sweet as sweet honey
And stirs inside of me a great tempest
Roses and champagne
Those pouty lips are buds of red roses
Love pours from her eyes like sparkling champagne
Kiss her gently to show her what love is
Then hold her tight as love does not feign!
Embrace her soft hands as we talk awhile
Her beauty holds me at her finger tips
Words spoken by her tongue are never vile
Her mouth does make me kiss those rose red lips!
The sun pale compared to her glowing smile
As I deem her wishes my wish to deign
Then famish her lips like roses grown wild
And drink from her eyes like sparkling champagne!
How gentle my soul when love imposes…
Toast to sparkling champagne and red roses!
There’s nothing like…
There’s nothing like silver bells on snow sleighs
Cool winter winds that purge purple mountains
Hot coffee and fresh mint teas in cafes
Casting coins in city water fountains!
There’s nothing like blue skies touching blue seas
Wild flowers that brighten mountain meadows
Black clouds that shadow hills with cypress trees
Or breathless rainbows through rain on windows!
There’s nothing like gold fish or goldilocks
Still waters and bull frogs on lily pads
A day of sunshine lying on hill tops
On golden ponds fishing…just me and dad!
There’s nothing like star gazing heavens bliss
Accept to fall in love by your sweet kiss!
Precious Moments
One itty bitty tiny little tot
A darling baby boy who talks a lot
When he’s not sleeping or sucking his thumb
He loves to laugh when you are acting dumb!
Giddy, jibber, jabber, gobbledygook
I cannot understand one word he spoke
Gaga, goo-goo, ga…goo-goo, gaga, goo.
I think I heard him say “Dada I love you!”
A silly smile befalls upon his face
of distant disdain and perplexed distaste
Icky, sticky, stinky puddle of goop
I think he has a diaper full of poop!
I gently put some powder on his butt
and baby oil for a smoother strut
then exactly when you think you’re through
His spurting sprinkler sprinkles pee on you!
Than the baron sits smugly in his chair
and gladly splatters matter every where
His open mouth provides a landing place
But the diving plane crashes in his face!
A rub a dub, dub, off to scrub the cub
His rubber ducky with him in the tub
to splish and splash away their soils and troubles
as they giggle through the bursting bubbles!
I left him soaking while a fetched a towel
then came back and witnessed his sulking scowl
and there I found him grunting in distraught
This precious moment of him on his pot
Purple Sunsets
I am obsessed by tantalizing nymphs
the scanty adorned evanescent Fay
With golden locks and perky ornaments
a willow-wisp that whispers as I lay!
A sleep on heavens floor I dream a dream
of wanton fairies garbed in lily white
a purple sunset sets the perfect scene
as lilac blossoms balm the air at night!
A velvet voice invokes a deep desire
to lick my lips and kiss this fragile flame
the torrid kisses set my soul afire
amidst a hazy fog and pouring rain!
The morning sunlight falls upon my face
as song birds sing a side a subtle stream
what magic has embarked upon this place?
Seducing me with such a splendid dream!
Purple Hearts
Alert! Alert! A missing child Alert!
His face hidden from the pain and the hurt
A boy so broken he’ll never be whole
Piercing words like bullets have ripped his soul!
Emotions exploding like sonic boom
Destroying all the children in the room
Shell shocked by psychic fire of a war zone
No where to turn always fighting alone
Run and hide child the enemy is here
They seek to crush spirits and rule with fear
All hope is bleak if purple hearts appear
Then shadows laugh when he juggles a tear
The whispered voices seep through the pitch dark
Artificial imagination spark-
As he plays alone in his desert mind
To dig deep in the sand what would we find?
A desolate desert thirsty and blind
Pen-n-fist
To express your feelings with pen not fist
Is an honor men will always resist?
A pen is more swift than a sword might be
And will not require much more dexterity!
Declaration of war and sleight of hand
With pen that signed as the battle began!
A brother blindly sheds his brother’s blood
As one thousand men lay dying unloved!
A charismatic character should write
To inspire men with wise words not to fight!
Unwrap your cestus and pick up the pen
Write words to encourage peace among men!
VILLANELLES
The Gift
Unto this world we are born into strife
with struggles of pain that help us to grow
Our Mother gave the precious gift of life
Above and beyond a Mother and wife
she is all knowing of more than we know
her heart burdens when our heart is in strife
Were thankful our days were not full of rife
And for the days she kept us warm from the snow
Our Mothers gift is that of precious life
Her rules played out to the tune of the fife
as we cried deeply into our pillow
but her hard love was to save us from strife
and keep us safely from under the knife
we grew up strong and able to show
the gift of our Mother is precious life
Let’s say good-bye to a Mother and wife
the day has come that our Mother must go
she kept us from harm and all worldly strife
the most precious gift is our Mother’s life!