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thank you for visiting my pad, unannounced,
everything there was in a mess after the shake up,
my books, the whole lot was in a heap,
soiled clothes like big dead birds
were strewn everywhere,
the packets that accumulated,
remained unopened,
my sense of humor was in hibernation
for a long long time,
The potted plants cried for water,
my pet  parrot stopped talking,
but kept on complaining-
asking about her,
I had even forgotten
the sound of laughter,

I knew few things were to be done
to get back on track,
I needed someone to do some
creative prodding; get back my mind
to its original mooring.
I longed for some guiltless
heavy duty loving,
though so much has to be involved
for all this to happen, in a short while,
that too i needed without any strings attached,
after all that happened i was more than battle scarred.
there was nothing money can buy i didn't try.
but all failed and i was left, high and dry
You appeared like a whirlwind,
and changed everything,
yet you knew how to be a breeze so gentle,
at the right moment;
bless you, even if you aren't sneezing.
Today, I’m sharpening arrows
to aim them at
politicians with snouts in the trough,
clerics who preach peace for themselves
but hatred about others,
academics who promote freedom of speech
but run a Gulag Archipelago
for those who don’t follow their own ideas
or buy their textbooks,
hypocrites everywhere,
celebrities in general,
people who don’t smile,
people who aren’t nice,
(why are they here?)
fanatics, tyrants and power mongers,
(there are a humungous lot of these)
boring people,
(they wouldn’t be boring
if they could just try to engage a little more)
and those who block supermarket isles
with their trolleys while they stop and gossip.
I’d really like to put a few arrows in their butts
to puncture their pretensions and hear
the subsequent hiss of preciousness
unless they sincerely promise
to be more considerate
and try to love a whole lot more.
Now. I don't insist they have to love prodigiously,
but I reckon they could lighten the **** up
just a little, and try to laugh more frequently.
That's all.

Mike T Minehan
Hey my little sweetheart,
I want you to know
that I’m launching this poem
across space and time.
I’m posting it up in the heavens
to let the universe see
that I love you
utterly and completely
and unconditionally.
Yes, you died in my arms and
flew far away,
but your light never left me, see,
and now I'm sending it to glow
gloriously across the galaxies
over all of time.
Yes, your name is Lorayne
and now you will never be forgotten.
You should reign as long as
love itself is loved
and as long as
love poems light up
the darkness of our lives.

Mike T Minehan
 Nov 2012 Ruby Watson
Jerry
You are a Woman of Iron,
Composed of high expectations,
Forged with strong morals.
Quenched by the coldness of the world.

Your determination stands firm against all challenges.
Victories are graciously and easily surrendered to you.
Energetic and effective action.
All around you, people take notice.

Your are a Woman of Silk,
Your feminine form, undeniably ****.
Your sweet odor is of respect and admiration.
Your skin, amazingly smooth & firm.
Your sensal lips draw me closer.
Your smile, beautifuly contagious, brightens all the day.
Your blue-gray eyes, sparkle of happiness and captures my soul

Your sassy auburn hair, thick and shinney,
bounces and flows as you graciously move about.
Your voice is soothing, it sings to my heart.
Your laughter, lifts my spirits,

A perfect combination, you are...
A woman of Iron & Silk!
 Nov 2012 Ruby Watson
wandabitch
It hurts when your made up of naked love
your heart tied in fake smiles and lies,
beat
beat
you up

Sicken with desire trying to find a doctor,
who'll make it all right.

he'll tune you up

fixed new threads
that make you wet

Reflections of winners masks the regret,
who will guide this ship?

My sails feel like they're ripped
but to be honest
my spring is kind
of sprung

I am a monster,
a surfer girl
on salty seas.

nervous when the sun ends.
 Nov 2012 Ruby Watson
Sheeda
In other places around the world
Time moves like honey
Dripping from a spoon
And life is slow and sweet.
People live under the warm amber light
That is the sun.
Words rolls on their tongues
like sugar apple seeds
tucked into their cheeks
to be saved for planting.
They wander with slippered feet
Until the sun sinks into the top of the buildings
And the sky turns pink, purple, then deep navy blue.
The moon lights a slow dance
Between the waves and the shore
While a breeze plays the palm trees
And the wings of crickets sing.
With backs to softly rocking hammocks
And eyes open to the stars above
The people of a calmer world
Drift slowly off to sleep.
Companion piece to Busy as Bees. Life is so much better when you take the time to slow down and look around.
 Nov 2012 Ruby Watson
Sheeda
You say time moves too fast in your life
Well, that's because you're running the race
Missing everything you pass by
And only looking forward to the finish:
Your 401k and then your grave.
Time for you moves faster than the bullet train
That you ride every morning to your cubicle job
And every evening to your home that doesn't feel like home.
Busy bees always moving never stopping never pausing for a comma.
Living for the sweet honeyed relief of retirement or death
And never knowing that as you are living to die,
You are dying to live.
Repetition is your life and it moves really fast.
Day in, day out.
Day in, day out
metro, boulot, dodo
Train, job, sleep
And unfulfilling sleep at that.
You convince yourself that all these petty things that make up your life
That get you closer to your petty dream of riches and *******
Are actually worth something.
World problems don't bug you, you live in a world all on your own.
You glue your eyes to the pavement and walk with "purpose"
Long strides and arms swinging and making buzzy noises
As the sleeves of your suit rub against your sides
You can't let any time be wasted so you flood your day
With meetings and work, cigarettes and nights at the bar.
Stress is your best enemy and insomnia is a close friend.
Busy busy, buzz buzz
Moving, always moving.
So fast that death comes as a surprise
And you think
What the hell just happened?
Companion to Slow as Honey.
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