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 Mar 2015
wordvango
up among the violet of a Wisteria vine
among all the dogwood blooming white
sat one Yellow-breasted chat
heard but not seen

calling a mate from another nest
all day long he hid
and trysted with a variety of his
fellows mates

when he returned to his nest he
rested until
Mrs Yellow-breast chat smelled

a faint odor of slight perfume
on his beak
saw his eyes flutter

knew he was not out chasing worms

she more than laid
an egg
after meeting my imaginary friend, attending an important

meeting, where there was no importance at all, i drove

to see the fish, and met the capybara.



who was surprised?  its hair all needing drawing,

nose a blot, and the paw resting so. so

quiet it was, perhaps a sadness. it stood

alone, as did i.

the little capybara, there.



i took no photograph.

sbm.
 Mar 2015
wordvango
I  give me you my all
rock roll
  give gave to all
it gonna be all right
i feel it tonight   right in my bones
  what with whynever
falsetto high keys
vibrations  
come here pretty babay
   echooooooo so low in southern tones
get down with me
          feel warm
as long
as   the   hard times does.
 Mar 2015
r
new light comes early -
low and uncertain
- cold and unsurely

slowly

winter is waning -
fading her darkness
away

- begins a new day.
r ~ 3/5/15
Play a thief play a cop
Take an arm ride
Skip a rope spin a top
Find a place to hide.

Sail anew river wild
Alone with the moon
Break the mirror be the child
Never grow soon.

Find again little things
Dust the wooden flute
Age cannot clip the wings
Grow in mind a root.

Years roll time wanes
Life is joy and grief
Why give up innocence
The inner child’s belief!
she was standing close
her waist an hourglass
in flirty girly pose
skinned in hue of brass!

nay it's all my hype
her girth was plumply round
skin was of dark type
teem such girls abound!

she was on my sight
sweet was her fragrance
her eyes were happily bright
mind loved her at first glance!

it's my fancy wished her be
her eyes were cloudy dark
she was smelly and *****
with none of beauty's mark!

yet long held her my gaze
this heart craved her close
eyes feasted it for days
her small black mole on nose!
 Mar 2015
ryn
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•play me a
tune of sweet serenade
•sing me a song of wistful
melody•recite me the words
you would            have said•
now whisper me your sighs
tenderly•paint me the
colours of night and day•write
me the poem of your heart•send me
your love on which I lay•make me the
end to all your starts•strum me the chord
of hopeful bliss•compose me a ballad that
sets my innermost free•so play me your
tune, the one that I would always miss
•and keep singing of us in a song,
so we'd be immortalised in
eternity•
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 Feb 2015
wordvango
I really feel
sitting down
on a patch of green
on an ant hill
or pile of earth
the trees smiling
hear the birds
see the squirrels
scurrying
here on the side of civilization
an asphalt
man made hurrying past
pumping noxious gas
chattering on phones
texting who knows
what to whom like
life depends  on them
I can barely feel the ant biting
my ***
and hear no complaints from the grass
as I sit on her
watching nature
and slow down
and no one
makes me move on
 Feb 2015
Amitav Radiance
Love’s always there
For us to seek
Silently resides
In the depths
Of our soul
Reflected in the eyes
Skin aglow
With the warmth
Heart not alone
But beats for the one
The chaos we love
Riding the crescendo
Feelings galore
Entwined forever
Swim the depths
Lost among the deluge
Of love’s waves
 Feb 2015
wordvango
what is meant by love
    every time
I gaze into
        your green eyes
and see us
     holding hands into the
sunset.
 Feb 2015
memineI
just know
  eyes do
souls aside
  try lips
leave thoughts
   tears God
dream better
   take breaths

love life
    drink water
read voices
   say thoughts
see beauty
   memorialize
play kind
    silence

worry don't
   great small
look naked
   feel alive
 Feb 2015
wordvango
kitten of kittens
mittens for feet
    black and white
my purry sweet
    asleep
would you scratch
    me back
If I pet you
   or if you purrred
real nice could
    I give you a treat?
 Feb 2015
wordvango
like a tree
   A mighty Oak an Elm
I am fully grown.

The wind blows through me
   barely a stir or bend
no wind can bring me down.

Come within my boughs
    and build your nest
I  will hold you high above the clouds.

I will grow a canopy to shade
      you from the burning sun,
keep your calm, for I am grown.

Tell your young and grandchildren
     to come back here one day,
when they are grown as I.

Let me care for generations
    shield them give them homes.
For today, I am grown.
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