Unlike anybody else,
A freak,
Most unique,
One of a kind;
Upon creation
The mold was broken,

A heart of gold,
A soul,
To the devil
And to the demons,
Was never sold,
A grand, priceless token.

Weird and wonderful,
A beautiful mess,
Knows how to manhandle stress,
Screaming awesomeness,
A mind unlike the rest,

A pure soul,
Not a single bad bone,
Never thrown a stone,
Unless in self-defense,
Undefeated
In every single Challenge
And harsh test.

A treasure, so rare,
Humble, kind, and fair,
A real breath of fresh air!
Get close, if you dare!

You will find
A genuine,
Transparent,
Caring,
Giving,
Ambitious,
And inspirational soul;
With "a killer goal!"
Offering free love
For all who need it most,
With plenty to spare
For those who care.

By Lady R.F. (C) 2017

Fire and water
Immortal mortal enemies
They've never seen
eye to eye

One turns the other
into cold dead ash
The other turns the other
into
evaporating  gas

The earth,
The universe
seems to love them both
equally

One catches us on fire
The other calms the burning ember

One gives us light
One gives us life

Fire and water
when they encounter each other
touch
connect
erupt
into
their exquisite
cosmic dance.

A Travel Alert
Has been issued
For the Travelers
Of The Earth

Quite unfriendly
The world views
These inhabitants
Have given birth

Condition High
All Travelers hide
Take shelter
From the storm

Our children rest
In weary arms
As fear becomes
Their norm
...

Oh Bard, wielding a tool mighty and spiky
Mightier than either the sword or rod,
You reign as monarch in fancy’s domain
Sketching life in all variety and mode

Which with pain and strife fraught
Or bright with gaiety and grace
In finer yarn than the gossamer thread
On a fabric of words in befitting verse

You steal away from the noisy crowd
Into the stillness of the cloistered cell
To dwell with Fancy’s mystic charms
Weaving downy dreams at will

You recount forgotten tales of yore
Of ****** battles won and lost,
Of lovers united, amour defiled,
Conjuring memories from abysmal past

You hearken to the moans of lovelorn souls
And sing of beauty in ditties fine
Triggering sparks into flames grow
In umpteen hearts that pine and whine

Babbling with the brook rushing swift,
Racing with the deer loping past,
You wander into mysterious woods
Where flowers, their richest odors cast

Your ears intent on the song of birds
That comes floating from the far off groves
And the whir of cicadas on the bark of trees
Breaking the calm of twilight eves

Alone you saunter the stretching strands,
Watching virulent breakers in fury heave
Often your heart dancing with the tide
And swinging with the rhythm of rising wave

You feast on the gleam of the auburn sun
And the speckled blue of the infinite skies
Watching the day dying in flame
And the night in a diadem of stars vies

All that’s lovesome meets your eyes
And commune to you in profuse delight
Which you turn into rhyme and rhythm
For the whole of mankind to devour and digest

From your harp flow symphonies sweet
Songs of longing, love and lust
Of idyllic happiness, peace and bliss,
Fuelling hearts with vigorous zest

Though outlawed by the great sage of Greece,
Branding the poet, aberrant and a fool
Oft beneath the façade of his wayward thoughts,
Lie heaps of wisdom for the discerning soul.