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 Mar 2016 Austin B
Banda Dipuo
she was known as the slave of heart
pretty young girl that just found new love
she was blinded by it
she could not even see it

it was always him over everything
him over everyone else
worst of all it was him over herself
she was the slave of heart
  
she did not see it coming
cupid payed it so well
she got her tiny heart broken
and she still loves him

nothing has changed
she has ignored the pain
all she wants its her bae
because she is the slave of heart
after so many years
it is still to you I turn -
you have called me friend
through thick and thin


on hearing of a movie,
you know I'd love,
you call me straight away
and choose to be my date.


if things get rough
and I'm in a state
of emergency
your the one who's around to pick me up.


when a friend is needed
if "he's" been cruel,
once again,
it is you I'll always call -

you'll have wise words to say
to mend my aching heart,
adding crows feet to my face
from making me laugh.


all those years ago when it was you
I chose to love,
another girl had captured your heart.

I'm grateful of that decision
you made for us,
as you have grown to be my closest friend,
each others to who we'll always turn,
thus developing a life-long kind of love -
One hundred and something beats per minute,
A happy tune to keep me
with it
As I stare out of the bus window
In-ear phones cancelling out,
The ambient sounds
Of busy Cambridge City
Always enjoying the diversity
Finally seeing the love

On Victoria avenue,
I saw two little girls
Sat on a tree branch together
Dangling as it flexed,
Over Jesus green
Probably siblings
Maybe even friends
I felt their feelings
Even on this crowded journey

I long for forms of childhood
Carelessness and joy
I long for companionship
Brotherly and sisterly love
I long for happiness
Smiles and sunshine forever
Maybe I've found it
When you finally see what you were looking at all along.
(A new style for me)
He finished the painting yesterday noon. Now
he studies it in detail. He has painted him in a
gray unbuttoned coat, a deep gray; without
any vest or any tie. With a rose-colored shirt;
open at the collar, so something might be seen
also of the beauty of his chest, of his neck.
The right temple is almost entirely
covered by his hair, his beautiful hair
(parted in the manner he perfers it this year).
There is the completely voluptuous tone
he wanted to put into it when he was doing the eyes,
when he was doing the lips.... His mouth, the lips
that are made for consummation, for choice love-making.
 Mar 2016 Austin B
Richard Riddle
March, 1934, Fort Worth, Texas.

Late, nighttime, when dad pulled into the gas station shortly before it closed. Another car was there as well. A nice looking young man with dark suit and tie, was standing at another pump. In the passenger side, sat a pretty young lady, both he and she appeared to be in their mid-twenties. They exchanged greetings as folks usually do, then dad proceeded to reset his pump( had a crank to turn to reset those pumps to zero, and a metered glass bulb filled with gasoline sat atop the pump. The level, of course, would decrease to show how much fuel was being purchased.)
The young gent completed his task, hooked the pump nozzle back to its base and walked into the office to pay for his purchase. Dad, standing at his car smiled at the young lady, who patiently waited for her boyfriend, or husband, to return. They made small conversation, "nice night isn't it", she said, "yes maam, it is", dad replied. About that time the young man and the station manager came out of the store and walked together, to their car. As the young man opened the door to take his place behind the wheel, he turned to the station manager, "Everett, give us about twenty minutes then call the police and tell'em I was here, I don't want you getting into any trouble." "Will do, Clyde" the old man replied. As they slowly pulled away, the pair gave dad a short smile and a wave. It wasn't until they drove out of the station and disappeared when dad realized with whom he had just spoken, "face to face."
On May 23, 1934, Clyde Barrow and Bonnie Parker were ambushed and slain near the Texas-Louisiana state line by a posse of law enforcement officers, ending one of the most publicized crime sprees in U S history.

As my father said, "You never know who you're talking to! Just another 'guy', filling up his car."

(No, dad didn't wait around for the arrival of the police)

r riddle: March 26,2016
A very good friend of mine, L.J. "Boots" Hinton, was the curator(retired) of the "Bonnie and Clyde Museum"in Gibsland, Louisiana, not far from where the ambush occurred. His father, Ted Hinton, was one of the organizers of the "posse" that ambushed the couple.
My silence is not, and does not
Represent, the inadequacies of
my adeptness and my knowledge,
Nor does it undermine my capabilities
Of paraphrasing primary thoughts
In verbose, scholarly manner, no,
It does not, can never, didn't ever
Mean that I am not opinionated,
For it is upon my discretion
Whether you are worth debating with.
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