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You are
The phenomenal
Aurora that colours my sky,
Your amazing array of shades
Lift me up so high.

An amazing spectacle
Of brilliant
Electrifying lights,
You colour my days
And you glorify
My nights.

You captivate
My heart,
I am mesmerized  
By the very sight of you,
My aurora
Of magical shades,
My breathtaking display
Of fantasmic delights,
I am
Completely
In love with you.

By Lady R.F ©2016
service failure the ***** will offer
there's something medically askew with it
the usual role is proving so unfit
a second chance in a transplant's proffer
another dies to bring life back again
wellness being redeemed by precious gift
the recipient receives a big lift
living's joy restored out of the rain
someone's kind donation affording breath
so that the period of existence stays
a healthy liver performing its job
for not to have this giving there'd be death
the bestowment allows those future days
gratitude felt within a person's cob
 Oct 2016 Mysterious Aries
Y Rada
I looked as you got out from the house
I was suddenly swayed by your manliness
So lovely and rugged in your checkered shirt
Dark beard so scruffy and muscles so rippling.

You slowly walked towards me like a panther
The birds suddenly sang ting a ling a ling ding ****
You slowly stretched your arms and whispered
Huh? But I cannot hear what you say, what is it?

Are you going to **** me at this very moment?
With just your looks you can but I beg you don’t!
You sized me up and down and I was scared but then
Thank goodness you are simply a Lumbersexual.

You opened the zipper of your worn-out jeans
Ooohh! What a huge “hatchet” you have there
You poured everything and I accepted silently
I cannot complain nor retreat for I am just a tree!
Day 6: Write a poem of any length incorporating every word from your latest FB status update in any order.


My FB status is: "ooohh Lumbersexual is in the house"

Thank you lumbersexuals or urban lumberjacks. Why oh why was this my latest FB stat? Gaaaahhh..!! I tried my best tsk tsk...
underneath the rain and thunder
covered by a muck that cumbers
colors never come out from under
smothered by the other hungers
I wrote this some time back, but I decided to repost it to remind myself why I am quitting drinking.
we sweat the small stuff and get upset
ready to deflect what we don't expect
storms spread and we get so wet
bad weather that we'd rather forget

we preset our heads to reject
whatever we don't see as correct
we've all bled and shed tears of regret
it's our necks that we try to protect

when letting two hearts connect
reverence has the better effect
it's the common threads that we neglect
instead of accepting we choose to except
Toss the present
into a box
so the future
can laugh at the past
or feel like archaeologists
which is more clinical
maybe learn something new
like what fools we were
and how similar we were to them
might be something worth selling
who can say.
Take me away
driver man
go as far
as my wallet
will allow
so at least
to the next neighborhood
I hear their lawns
are as green as emeralds.
polished emeralds
at that
I threw myself at the sun
and right over a ledge
I thought it needed a hug
might have been a dream
or a prophecy
can't remember if I fell.
Just a dude
a big one yeah
but still
just flesh n blood
the real nightmare giants
are things you can't see
but can feel
things with power
but no head
to lob a rock at.
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