Old Man Smoking

The old man sat smoking a cigarette; he had stopped smoking,
but now and then smoked a couple, he was of the lucky disposition
of liking cigarettes but suffered no craving when he didn't smoke.
When the old man was young everyone smoked, those who didn't
be regarded as queer folks.
He never liked people smoking at the dinner table, but with coffee,
a cigarette was a must. Not so much people die of lung cancer, now cancer has shifted and now attacks other body parts.
There might come a day when medical scientists tell us smoking
is not so bad as long as we smoke moderately.
The old man opens the drawer of his desk; he remembered he had
a cigarette there, he found it broken in half and sighed.

Dark twins,spiders,pretending
to be her eye lashes,repeatedly  flutter,
exuding charm, though
with tinges of the sinister
words can't capture, however
versatile in their expressiveness.
                       This black magic spell explodes, all over
                       like a butterfly enticed by a scented bloom
                       he resonates to her diabolic moves,
                       and flies straight in to her invisible net
                       ready to get him in to it's warm entanglement.

At night,
The wood comes alive
With a light,
Embers burst like an angry bee hive.
Warmth we embrace
Whilst in a dark place
And the bonfire heat upon my face
Will make me cozy.
So I fall asleep
And as the sun will rise
Open my eyes
I'll remember our time
And weep.

The yacht rest at the sail of ails
flowing through the eastward rails
where Ophelia scare is a wicked frail
sweeping remnants of an eroded fail
upon the trenches of the unseen trials
holding a crystal ball, citing dreams
dragging phantoms inside tomb scares
covered by the limit of the stormy sears
inside the cagy offenses in lonely pairs
burning in fiercely lightened fire-patch
where the smoky wind hides in a hatch
sewing signs of the end upon the latch
as the sun shines on a mountain's watch*
the nature calls and the songbirds awake
telling tale of a harvest and seasons of ale
where celebrations are a festival of praise
of laughter and melodies of ******* rale
upon the waters where the fishermen size
evaluating the worth of their rightful seize
inside the nets of worth where darkness lite
*beyond strength of the tuned rhythmic price

Flowers
Are not only beautiful

                      Their nature is soft also