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 Apr 2016 Jack
Cristina
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 Apr 2016 Jack
Cristina
I remember
how your lips taste,
how your body moves
and my favorite,
how fast heat can spread.
Metrical raindrops stream down my favorite
window ..
Cool , tidy , poetic gray cover shadowing the busy unkempt
world ...
Fussy Cardinals come clean in the channel
Pollen , pine needles and mans debris
collect on the washed avenues ..
Courthouse bells relay over the wet countryside ,
timid brooks become rivers for a day ..
Copyright March 31 , 2016 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
 Mar 2016 Jack
ThePoet
Who are we to say
that a love is not to be?
That a love does not belong
and can never be set free?

Who are we to think
that a kind is not our people?
That a kind is far beneath us
and will never be as equal?

Who are we to feel
that a face can look unusual?
That a face must be a canvas
and be painted to be beautiful?

Who are we to judge?
To say love is prohibited?
To think below of others?  
To feel minds can be limited?

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 Mar 2016 Jack
Dhaye Margaux
You focus your attention to things I don't see
Intransingent you are to me
You never said yes or no, always maybe
We're two branches that won't meet on this tree
There's nothing I can give but my specialty
I thought you like a little of my recipe
But you just ignored when I offered coffee
Now I know what you like-  it is the tea
From that floating resto-bar at the sea
I am not a *******, I can see
It is best to not expect, just let it be
Intransingent: refusing to agree or compromise;inflexible
*******: a fool

*I am talking here with my "wants" and expectations, not to a person.
 Mar 2016 Jack
cheryl love
A fairy brushed past me
Her wings like a delicate veil
Leaving a perfume that is everlasting
leaving happiness but no trail
I had my head in the clouds
in a misty peculiar sort of way.
Thinking and putting thoughts together
to keep me happy for the rest of the day.
My head, full of these thoughts
fifty thousand miles high I imagine
aboard my pretend private jet
of which I am the supreme captain.
I travel in all directions at the drop of a hat
all I have to do is close my eyes
climb aboard and I am away where ever I like
It is my world, my dream and my surprise.
The experience can last for hours if I so desire
or just a couple of minutes if I am pushed for time.
They are my clouds I head for, my bit of sky
and it s all over when the kitchen clock begins to chime.
So I walk in the clouds most every day.
Join me if you would like, no air fare, no tax, no ticket
Just takes however long you have got, for days if you wish
or you can travel to your world in just one minute.
Discerning life within the trees
Images in pools of rainwater ,
streams of pertinent discourse
and fluid continuity ...
Copyright March 31 , 2016 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
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