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 Oct 2015 Shylah S
Àŧùl
She is my dream angel,
From each & every angle.

She is my dreamy fantasy,
From a dream so fantastic.

She is my sweet lover,
From the height she never lets us go lower.

Yes, she takes us Higher & Farther,
Together.

Knightly I feel,
Rightly I know,
I will be great,
Paradise clinched,
Inch by inch.

I know problems.

Louder is the love,
On both my ears,
Veils my tears,
Expressing it she comes.

Yes, she brings me joy,
On my lips she sits as a smile,
Under my nose I can feel her.
My HP Poem #904
©Atul Kaushal
 Oct 2015 Shylah S
Àŧùl
In my days and my nights,
Loving me I feel her flights,
Over the uninteresting & pale,
Vivacious is her fantastic smile,
Entirely it fixes spoiled mood,
Yesterday's grief lost to love,
Onus is now mine, oh dove,
Upheld it high I've long kept,
Kindly now feel home with me,
Rings are embedded in our love,
In my heart I often skip a beat,
Post of guardian Angel I fill,
I**f time calls for it, I'll fly.
My HP Poem #905
©Atul Kaushal
 Oct 2015 Shylah S
Àŧùl
Again it comes in my dreams,
Ripened beauty that you are,
Of paradise it is a hint for me,
Up above and beyond the realm,
Still the only reality it is to me,
Afar seem sorrows that faded they are,
L**oving you I feel elated in my dreams.
I imagined a lot, but you can imagine further!

My HP Poem #906
©Atul Kaushal
A spellbound audience of one ! Improvisation , effortlessly playing across the surface tension ,  the most beautiful dance a figure skater every performed pales in comparison! Her choreography , calculated movements and sheer determination ! A brief performance , off again to another location , with brilliant locomotion , intricate zig zags , figure eights , interpretive whorls ! Nature created firefly to light night skies , dragonflies to mesmerize !  She was born of creative , splendid imagination and love of all things beautiful , like a musicians perfect score or creative thought penned , scribed upon tranquil water ! A diary
without a conclusion , continuous chapter in a familiar book over quiet stream , eddy and babbling brook !
Copyright October 12 , 2015 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
I would make an attempt at reaching Hell one morning , I shall return with an omen or some type of sign . Search for the infamous Lake of Fire , the Prince of Darkness himself or demons flying about ! The Sulphuric Abyss of Christian fable , Kingdom of Hades as told by the ancients ! A gold piece placed in mouth to pay the oarsman , skipped across the River Styx without fear of retribution ! I dare any demon to replicate the horror of Vietnam or Afghanistan , Iwo Jima , Gettysburg or **** of Nanking ! Walk in the shoes of the Veteran that witnessed Omaha , Utah and Normandy Beach ! The Underworld is not for physical torment nor payment for Earthly sin ! Hell is the black hole of space , swallowing souls , returned to mans past , reliving the atrocity of war forever and a day !
Copyright October 12 , 2015 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Art is a child slinging paint off a brush on canvas ! Happy faces colored with chalk on the driveway ! Water color sunflowers on a bedroom wall , hearts and flowers wrote with an innocent finger in dust on a car hood ! Playing with their food , thinking about tomorrow , borrowing Dads pocket knife , carving first relationships into a Sweetgum Tree ! Get well cards written with crayons ! A sunny scene drawn by a precious little dreamer on a frosted window !
Copyright October 12 , 2015 by  Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Honey bear worked his way up the ladder ...I was his "hole" ..The final resting place for trash and thoughts better left alone .An alternative to ******* one might say ....A dart board to practice on at the end of a "hard day ."  A trophy attached to his right arm stored in a briefcase like pencils and paper . A deflective device for use in corporate mandatory appearances ! A Certificate of Achievement hung over the fireplace ! There was a gardener , pool man , pest control tech and me ! The ******* ! A ***** paid to mingle with the girls at Starbucks , hand out hymn books on Sunday mornings at ten o'clock ...Xanax , Ambien and Vistaril . I've taken all the artificial mood enhancers , anxiety and depression pills ... Eight a.m. ****** Mary's , Gin on the rocks at high noon ! A smile on my face with a spare in my purse , American made ,  miserable alcoholic live- in Nurse !
Copyright By October 12 , 2015 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
It must be the
pull of the moon
that lulls me
to sleep
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