Exciting life, can’t be mine
Doesn't us, a life separated kind, and comes from our lives
Yes, yes, oh, oh my love, doesn’t happening life in our lives
Why? Hmm, because you look down my kind; but it’s so old
Life, hmm, you know baby, forgotten feeling to us, birds in the sky
Birds in the sky, on sunlight, stars waving you, space looking
…down at you
You didn’t respect my life, because that far from your home,
… and not your like.
You were, yes, but no problem, I apologize for your sin; the dark line
Not you, oh not you, I live now in a dark wave; sunrise is so far
Take a heart, I am not you, find the difference, what could be us
… equal.
Get flowers, I mean tree-like, get nature, wood-like, love babies
… want you in the forest like
Kids running from the forest and crossing the rainbow flower field like life
Just watch them, watch them, oh Emma, our children now in the sky
… to me a vision of pain kind.
Exciting life
I am sorry
She was that
My life is off
Live nothing
Stay feeling
Following
… she
Peace gets
Always
In my you
Vision
Only
Get
memory
… to you
Someone
Loved you
Silence
Exciting
Hmm
Then
Gone
If I could have any profession in life what might that be
Perhaps a world leader so I could fix the economy
Maybe an astronaut, but probably not because I would look down on everyone
Although traveling through space might be a whole lot of fun
Or perhaps a tech leader to help advance new technology
Not going to work, I would be wrapped up in constant government bureaucracy
How about a doctor who tries to save people's lives
Long hours and stress, not sure I could survive
Being a professional athlete sounds like an exciting thing to do
But then a bad injury might occur, than I am through
So many choices out there I could choose to explore
In the end, I think I will just grab my lunch, head off to work, and not think of this anymore
A genie from a bottle has granted me one wish, what would it be?
So many choices to reflect on, maybe live for all eternity
Somewhere along the way I am sure I would be the only one left
The thought of this reality is a little too much to digest
Maybe a few million dollars, boy would that make for an exciting life
They say money does not buy you happiness so maybe it would just cause me endless strife
Perhaps to have perfect health every single day
No that would be a wasted wish when exercise and diet would do that anyway
World peace would be a great choice I am sure everyone would agree
That would work well until invaders from another planet issued their war decree
I have come to the only conceivable choice I can make
Find that genie stick him back in the bottle and wish I could get rid of this headache
I’m thirsty
It’s hot
I order a cold, refreshing soda.
I can hardly wait
My tastebuds excited as they wait for the glorious liquid to envelope the inside of my mouth
Anticipating the rush of little bubbles exploding with fervor as they make their way down my throat.
The satisfaction of feeling the cold fluid colliding with my internal thermostat, plunging the reading back to decency
Refreshing my ever parched and dry soul
Only to swallow a flat, warm soda.
That has been my experience knowing you.
I walk through the forest by the lake
So many pictures I have to take
Freshly fallen leaves embrace the ground
Birds greet me with their welcoming sounds
Tree branches reach out L as if to shake my hand
A gesture I suspect asking me to respect their land
The morning sun extends its warmth to the ground
On the water below a speed boat whisks by with its booming sound
Excited fisherman rejoice with their morning catch
A couple tosses a stick into the water for their dog to fetch
Returning home I must thank nature for the memories it creates
At the end of my journey, a cup of coffee and a fireplace awaits
B is for bakawas type people like you,
E is for everything that you are,
G is four Glory Holes in the casket,
Now you have B,E,G,Beg you beggar.
My tongue yearns to taste your Juice.
a walk in the wind
in the fresh, fragrant season
vivifying breaths
a walk in wildness
sunlit hair is in my eyes
disorderly blooms
a walk in chaos
that keeps the pinwheels turning
as wind tours my street
It was a sweet trip I had to the City under Rock
So smooth I didn't know I've pulled a rock
In the company of no friends at all
I drove swiftly and safely into the city wall
When the urgent news of the trip got to me
I was happy and proceeded apace to agree
Cos trips often disband the pulls of daily life
That excitement made me beg my wife
When a man is filled with depression
Some trips can repress his frustration
So in the heart of the city I met these senior colleagues
Whose engaging intercourse eased my fatigues
On my way back I offered some colleagues a lift
Whose efforts to salvage my hazards became a gift
Apart from the atrocities of the Nigeria's roads
I pulled a rock for not joining a mass transit, maybe I'd have avoided those episodes
In spite of those sour experience
I still appreciate every beneficence
I was able to unplug the pushes of that day
Which had since the day before held me sway.
The wheel of time turns so fast
Revolving in sequence the seasons
The sluggish summer days depart
Ending the long vacation.
It’s time for the schools to be in session
And for the kids to resume the old routine
Getting ready early in the morning
Rush out not to miss the bus.
They are eager beyond measure
To wear the new school uniform
To fill the backpack with new books
They have waited the whole summer.
From their own lives parents know
How much in future the kids would miss
The exciting time they are having now
As they go back to school.
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September 2, 2022
Contest : Back To School
Sponsored by : Francis Roberts
EVENING SKY
The moon and stars lit up the evening sky
A comet slowly wandered by
I gaze at the constellations everywhere
Venus here and a scorpion over there
Leo to the left, the Southern Cross to the right
All of the stars brighten up the night
The clouds are starting to roll in
The thunder is making a bit of a din
The lightning strikes and the thunder booms
The clouds have hidden the stars and the moon
I love the sound of thunder and lightning
To me it is not at all frightening
And now the rain is coming down
The storm is raging all around
The storm doesn’t last very long
The wind above is very strong
The clouds are slowly dissipating
Now I can continue concentrating
On the moon and the stars again
They have returned just like an old friend.
i sense tangible life
when soul drive safely
when dive into unknown
R-ight
A-crostic
C-onveys
H-eartfelt
E-xpression
L-etting
A-nother
N-ame
N-icely
D-eploy
E-ssence
B-y
E-mploying
L-ove's
E-xciting
N-ote
Topic: Birthday of Rachel Ann De Belen (February 19)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
As I walk out of the shower
my mind hastily flips
You are stood in front of me
naked and licking your lips
Thoughts run through my mind
but too many to mention
And it is quite obvious to you
that you now have my total attention
Press your sexy body close
as your lips meet mine
Tongues become entangled
the taste, sweeter than wine
Hunger in me is growing fast
and my desire simply beckons
Been far too long now sweetheart
since we've had one of these sessions
Slowly your lips work down my neck
and over my muscular chest
Mixture of sweat and goosebumps
proving you are simply the best
Tongue shoots out now
licking my torso and lower belly
Then!! as your warmth gets lower
my legs near turn into jelly
Saliva and breath titillating
nigh on impossible to ignore
Cup your head gently in my hands
as you continue to explore
Your lips are parted wide now
I can't talk, just stammer and stutter
Mouth engulfs, what is now engorged
my eyes close and I start to shudder
With lips parted we kiss once again
me, promising you same mutual feeling
With use of just my lips and tongue
you too darling, will soon be squealing
R-egards
O-f
S-cribe
E-mploy
M-essage
A-bout
R-apture
I-n
E-xciting
M-eaning
O-nce
N-atal
G-reetings
A-pply
Y-early
A-crostic
Topic: Birthday of Rosemarie Mongaya (March 29)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
M-y
E-uphoric
L-ines
O-ffer
D-elight
I-n
E-xciting
P-oem
E-mploying
R-egards
A-s
L-ady
T-ruly
A-ppreciates
Topic: Birthday of Melodie Peralta (March 29)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
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