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New batteries to power up
The current runs through Use it to read the light that shines and flashes through moments short past The slow shutter is exposed as the flood burns us into history Staedy hands shoot the night As the last dream is captured by the opposite Batteries not included Recharge your power
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Long haul
Waitwant Stop Mend The deep cut will need stitches Stitch Don't itch, itch, itch! Wonderful wonder of men pass like butterfly wings fluttering shimmering in the wind Blowing through Waitwant A peice, part, chunk Of me - you - us Bunnies with butterfly wings float through the sky Cloud Hopping Waitwanting just a touch of rain to cool of the summer heat Please serve extra crispy extra tasty Delicious lips lick fingertips and politely ask for more Best to leave a good taste Waitwanting more More MORE The long haul, a trip taken once twice thrice Unwaitwant Playback in reverse speed to find the hidden message sent only to you Through the blue sky blue Transmitting intergalactic baby steps through videos on the moon Full Round Luminous We have the same moon stares Stars pepper the night sky Waitwant Company silent and still THE MOON LEAPS!!! Fait accompli Galaxies conquered in a heartbeat take a seat Waitwant through the long haul back to neverland On one hand Eternal youth On the other Eternally young The good and bad all rolled up and roasted Consume a meal fit for a... prince king queen president prime minister Wait says those sinister Want says those dinnersters Move grove though the summer green grass Moments that last pass past past Waitwant then To come again and again again A voice in the night cried out "To arms!"
Riding off with great speed on his horse Only to be struck down by a pebble in the road His horse stubling over, crushing his fragile frame The call was not heard as the boats began to dock Soldiers with swords disembark A man wakes in the night There is a light Heat is in his windows A gaze out through the glass pressing aside the white cotton window covers A town in flames Musket Sword Exit The crakle of fire laughs While the powder of gun smokes Screams in the night The she for me is blonde and blue eyed
She sits My Brit With her time does fly Laught and smiles, relating insight Just two Hours many or few This feels weightless and right She's sweet And neat And clever to boot A treat and a feat That she's smart but still cute A good job said From the mouth in her head These feelings come straight from the root Out or in bed Comforts we share Tis no substitute! "This is so awesome" she says of my stuff All the time It's no crime That I have time spent with her enough Even with glory, space I always need Not out of spite Nor out of flight But alone is when my mind feeds We even occasion to go out to dance And some drink A strong link She wears shorts skirts, me tight pants The beat is pulse and drives down home The music so loud Dance strong and proud No travel to other parties rome She's all mine this one here We shake booty Like a bad disco movie There may have been some grabbing of rear Yummy blonde Yummy blue Yummy kisses Taken from you My dear NGB - Poem date 11-19-2007 The show must go on
Isn't that what they say? Tis no time to run Not here nor today Keep youself strong Drink some coffee or some tea You are in now for the long And you will always be |
Douglas A. Karson20 years of poetry and manuscripts. Words are labour. Archives
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