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EMERGENCY

I was like a man in emergency
Loging for attention in urgency
When neopoet came so suddenly
Accepting and caring for me as an Excellency

And this is from neopoet presidency
We are looking poet will can make a sample
So that they can Be in this temple
As our apple

For u to be the apple u must have a mentor
Who is a creator
Who can use words as a sector

Remember in anything u do brothers and sisters
Always remember that you are somebody
Because my God know didn't take time to make a nobody

EMERGENCY

I was like a man in emergency
Loging for attention in urgency
When neopoet came so suddenly
Accepting and caring for me as an Excellency

And this is from neopoet presidency
We are looking poet will can make a sample
So that they can Be in this temple
As our apple

For u to be the apple u must have a mentor
Who is a creator
Who can use words as a sector

Remember in anything u do brothers and sisters
Always remember that you are somebody
Because my God know didn't take time to make a nobody

Three Pivots

The reality and truth
since we as humans
are and must be exposed to is
love at first sight
as in the early morning twilight
which is quite different
to the one we can imagine
at the twilight
after the sun has set...
Romance, lust and love
are three pivots
about which we all humans revolve
to survive
and
that's not only my surmise
but my life's
most experienced prize
ask my spouse
do now more
I arouse

So I share my life openly with all

Red wagon of nothing (October Contest)

There are days when even poetry is unneeded
the rendering of magic in rhythm, superfluous
the magic subsides, appearances are opaque
and the psyche has no energy to dive in
to the true workings of it all
these are days for only presence

Stolen Years

Come feed me with your true love tears
and hold me down the dreamless years,
where twilight haunts both day and night
and sleeplessness is prayerless plight

Just kiss me with your lips so chaste,
It’s been so long since we embraced,
or wept or laughed or played the fool
or broke your father’s iron rule.

Please lend to me your gentle hand,
so we may stroll across the sand,
where I will promenade with pride,
my queen of beauty by my side.

Time Evokes Love

You have provided cadence to the wanderer alone suffice the drama
inside we hide from a high healed mess but I must clearly confess
a soul in twilight to walk its New York mile yet to know all the great while
my mind is clear now yet at times it was getting lost in a twisted storm
they gave us a cup of coffee

“Shadow Days”

I have walked in days just gone by
that threw shadows at my feet.
The sun felt cool as did the world,
was this all my feelings
now that it was getting cool.

Why did the those others
that held my hand as time fled,
leave me in this mind set,

I wonder why?

So it came to me as I looked around,
at the long shadows on the ground
That most of them were cast,
by the things that were behind me.

The Devil's Ride...

The sound of squeaking axles
The rattle of the bed
Sets my teeth to grinding
I see a wagon, faded red

There's a demon kid that pulls it
Little Timmy Jones
Cutting through my garden
He throws my dog a bone

Hey, you stupid dog!
I'm the master here
Chew little Timmy's leg off
Timmy's without fear

Good morning, Mrs. Smith
It's a beauty of a day
I baked some cookies, Timmy
I grumble;” Send him on his way”

MAMA GAVE ME MY GREEN EYES

The first time mama whispered
she did so to my quiet soul.
Before me she was thunder,
a giver of words, whether
your ears had a mouth or not.

My eyes were soaked with a deep
green sheen fed by the foliage,
across the fence, pulling me.
Then she tapped my toned shoulders,
spun me that I might be saved.

Till tall ambitions my son,
dreams wild and iroko-strong.
Want more, watch the great farmers,
But while you long for freedom
found within another man’s farm

Another Untold Story

I would have left
if I don’t love you,
after the beginning,
before the music ended,
even in your highest of high,
and on your days of lowest low,
more so on your most confusing times.

I should have done more,
than wait late into the night
or cooked your favorite dish,
should have watched you in your sleep
and played a mistress in your dreams
should have been more than you expected,
else I should have left before I felt like this..

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