Holding a golden orb, shining in magical love
Glistening until eternity, shining in magical love

A songbird sang for the pair, high in the sky above
Tunes of longevity, of an endearing love

Heart treads entwined, under the moon's glove
Dreams spun in fidelity, a truly splendid love

Traveling the beautiful path, of a seasonal dove
Two souls meshed with conviviality, sparkling their love

Their lifelong bond so exquisite, such wondrous love
A complete circle of unity, lasting with cherishing love

They made an elephant paint,
              using reward and punishment, method
marvelously created paintings!
                that success made world headlines!!
*******, yet another folly of human creation,
                 let me tell you the truth, kept hidden.
Angry for not getting coconut fronts,
              generously supplied in other occasions,
the elephant just pretended the brush was palm front substitute,
                the paint kept  in front, to him was dung to play with.
          The shapes of his hunger turned  to accidental art,
it wasn't his fault,  poor guy, his canvas cries out!

Such is the state of your glory that if thought would be given;
It would make the impudence of the heart a pilgrimage place of amazement!

                                           ~~~~~~~

O Manifestation of Perspicacity, bestow on me the alms of Beauty:
That like the sun a begging bowl may be the lamp of dervish's house!

The night is a deep well:
stalks fall and echoes resound
as if out of an abyss.

Flash a lamp in, lose the light.

Braveheart awake in the late hour,
is there a solution to anything?

Events unfold; Always unplanned.
Reason an afterthought.

Still we dream. Dreams dreamed
all night, for a newer dawn.

To achieve something, something
that can make me more than you.

Are you cut out for that yarn yard?
Who decides when

a weakling mortal
breaks out of fatal space?

Flash a lamp in, lose the light!

Stalks fall and echoes resound
as if out of an abyss.
The night is a deep well.

We are our favorite trees, you and I
You, pale and painted with marks
and full of life
Me, twisted and lonely
but coming to life next to you.
Perhaps our branches could grow
and eventually intertwine
but if they do not stretch quite far enough
we could build a bridge
or sprout wings and fly to each other.
We are birds of a feather, you and I
Chattering noisily and endlessly
And I yearn for the day
that together we soar away.

As random as the appearance of rainbow
As fresh as grasses tipped with morning dew
Like lightning, a forerunner of thunder
It’s slick and smooth and full of energy

As happy as a little girl with a soft dolly
As giddy as a kid in a theme park
Like stars that glitter when the sun’s gone to bed
Like rough seas and gigantic waves

Love comes and conquers all!

Oh You Grinchy Woman**

We wake and two poems are,
Birthed, hourly.

See back to back contributions to our nation:

Offshore Oil Exploration,
Fantasy.

Some formerly sweet,
Now a Grinchy Seuss complete,
Woman,
Has accused me of being an
Ex-poseur (expose-err? Exposé-her?)
Of our private life.
On some **** poetry site.

She would be
100% correct, **** right!

It is not my fault
If she dresses me in
Love and inspiration.

Don't you agree?

This ditty makes three.

It is safe to let it out,
Because she went off to yoga,
Wearing a little pout.

For which I say,
Thankee!

Ogdiddy Natsh

July 5th