at first a small bump underneath the chin
take a pill to drawn out my friend
then a volcanic splash that nearly kicks my ***
Black head smiles back at the scene
Whiter head approaches fine

the rear of comfort
receive free advice
a trip too far
that go away smile
shades of grass green
lift to your highest peak
the Chinese man takes a ***...

love has no bounds
to help clear your voice
set out later
sugar my man
almost sought trouble
a case minus a pillow

Be Blessed
Beautiful picturesque scenery you have painted here with your words....And your last stanza summarizes it all...We see God's Divine Technology and Art set before us every day....live and in action....Beautiful birds...flowers...butterflies...etc ....endless list...Thanks so much for writing and sharing this piece...Be Blessed
Be blessed my dear quest an arrow past the mess...

The inner test beyond the best
With love in the first remaining kiss
Savor with a kiss,
A kiss wink the benefit grip

Poetic stanza broke through the next mess
carry through the latest clue a given glue
bury your head in the pillow grip a next mix

Gather Me In

count to the number 10
think as to want the belly afro
brand new day
humble & gay....

shelter spring day
in earth I will stay
gather me in
another page is now turned
lift high your grey

nestled above a parting turn
casting out from broadway
which way do we go
search beyond the plow

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There Are Bridges To Be Burned Which Turn Another Page. - Poem by John Ackerman
There are bridges to be burned
which turn another page.

Form each circle
cast your bread upon the water,
It will return in measure and method unexpected
Yielding treasure.

There is energy to be stored
and
Experiences to be reviewed
Days of cheese and laughter
ponies
and that transient beauty that permeates the soul.

There is laughter paying homage to the memories
and the loss
which sneak up on me as I turn
to retrace
steps half remembered as my eyes
seek the bridge
now ashes
that separate me
from
my
grief.

Release Me...
locked into a spin
no where to begin
lest to affect the robotic pass
give a good kick in the ***...

locked inside an oceanic groove
shades of grass out of peoples field
release me...
the coach in your backyard;

Supporter in coats invasion
a daily supporter
Facebook even check full force in effect
release me...

stand out man goes ahead of you
turnip on toast to build you
release me...
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Switch Blade

lest you blink the eye
sing a sweet lula by...