I guess the step I took
Was too heavy.
The thin ice finally broke
And we are slowly sinking
To the bottom.
Unable to breathe,
Conscious every second.

Assonance was ensconced in my bonce once.
It puts me in the mood for a muse.
Love those cool peaceful pools under a Moon in June.
Or to croon about dunes and oasis blooms.
Such a lovely tune,
It’ll make you swoon.

Enjoy my runes,
No matter how crude.
I can be a goon
Or even a loon.
Sometimes a fool.
Poems strewn with clichés
For want of a better phrase.

Words hewn before noon,
To give you a boon.

Bad days may loom,
Injustices done.
Cruelty that’s is fuel for a duel and may ruin a life.
We may be doomed.

But I must stay upbeat,
Give you a treat
And make you fall at my feet.
Quite a feat!

Every dog has his day,
Another cliché you’ll say.
But I don’t get any pay,
So soon be on my way.

Love to play with words,
Writing songs for the birds.
These words are a tool
For making me cool.

We’re back to those pools:
They are shimmering jewels.

Paul Butters

If apologies could reverse the spindle
Unraveling the whole sweater until
We're shepherd's again, I'd take the time to
Appreciate within, the fine line between
Consent and Guilt.

If apologies could take us back to that
First time we made eye contact
I'd be ready to fight my own arrogance
To dispel the venomous traits
Before they seek to own your
Elegance

If apologies could make whole again
What was never meant to be broken
I'd never learn my ******* lesson
Since stone erodes slowly in the wind
Cause at our core, we're all just grains of sand,
And "sorry" is more than just a word, it's
My only hope to make amends.

I want to write you something.
It's a feeling unlike anything
Elsewhere, that I've been looking.
Inspiration strikes me, only
Once I'm filled with longing to
Douse myself under your beautiful
Aura of rainbows cascading from
Your Crown, radiating from your brow
Your hips whisper while they sway around,
My desires are kept locked away
And yet, your lips hold the key.
Next time you see me,
Kiss my mouth like you mean it;
Free us both from loves chains.

You are so **** and hot to look at
When you gorge on that strawberry
I remember the time you showed me
How you like your fruit to be -

You licked it making sure it’s wet
I gasped when the coldness hit me
You nipped and peeled the skin gently
My ***** heaved wantonly at the touch
You ****** with ardour all the juices
My mind ran havoc not knowing what to do -

You stare and wink at me naughtily
That devilish grin now you just make
You know that I recall what you did
When you tasted and I was your fruit

Believe you're happy and doing fine,
Leave your house all the time.
Stay Occupied. Make Friends . Embrace their Smiles.

Whatever makes life worth living for a while .

To my love,

The sediment of friendship, kindness, and laughter will forge with time to form a bedrock of love on which we will build our home!

We will build on the strongest of foundations, using a special blend of respect, patience, and happiness!

The friends and family that come to visit through the years will stand in wonderment at how our house has stood strong through massive storms, the same storms that have destroyed the homes of so many!

The brick is fired in the furnace of life, tempered with adversity. The mortar mixed with faith and courage is the glue holding everything together.

Our house will absorb the rain, bend in the wind, and forever prove unshakable.

For it is the house we will build within our hearts and where we will reside for all eternity!

All my love!

They say never look back but I do because that's where my shadow quietly follows, needing not to be noticed.
And if no one else stands by my side, or behind me for that matter... if no one else blindly follows in my lead, then I pray the sun never leaves and burns me constantly.