Wolftrax May 8

I thought she was it, for sure the one
She took my heart, from the very start
I was just hanging out, having some fun
Had a feeling I needed to play this smart
Looked at her, as I gave a polite smile
I'll never forget her in the Blackhawks shirt

I asked the bartender to send her a shot
Why not? it was worth a try, at this point
I'll be honest my friends, she was so hot
We started talking and finally left the joint
Being out of town, I asked her about DFW
She showed me around, I enjoyed the view

That day was something else, my friend
If I could, I'd definitely go back there again
Corona on ice, relaxing in the sand
That girl by my side and her dog Benjamin
It would get me away from the blues I'm in
Knowing she'd be there for me everyday

Then I wake up, and realize it was a dream
None of it was real, not one damn thing
So it's back to my daily boring routine
I have some Corona, that's a good thing
Gotta love those dreams, such jokers
Guess I'll have a beer and play video poker

Sometimes, we have these beautiful dreams, they feel so real, and you get so caught up in them. Until you wake up, and realize that they are nothing more than just that... a dream. I had a dream I was on vacation down in Dallas-Fort Worth, and met this beautiful lady. Yeah, you get the idea. lol
Engeli May 3

You and I
And that high carpet heavens!
Rested on the bearing walls

Above us the moon
Above us the stars
Adorned with Grace and Smiles the purest!
You and I
Eating Words and Drinking Laughters
Munch - Cakes - Ingest ; Dance!

You and I
Sipping Nectars  - o'er -flowed the brim
Bees bathed in it with Joy - then
Left its Honey on our plates --

Shall You and I
SEE Again?
And that high carpet heavens!

Tell me when
Tell me when

To : Thao
Engeli Apr 28

feel that lazy ass
stay in bed.
watch those movies
or tv series.
eat on the screen
watch basketball game.
toronto raptors 's favorite team
derozan 's  the king!
lie on my thigh,
eeel the velvety skin of mine.
close your blue eyes,
as I read your book
gaze into my eyes,
behold, as our bodies collide
with the supernova,
we feel more alive.
dance with me
under the moonlit beam.
play our favorite music,
as we sway our hips
kiss my rose
as I eat your banana
touch my ears with your tongue

stay at the beach.
snorkel with the fish.
swim with me,
happy as can be.
sit on the sand,
on a sweet summer time.
listen to the waves,
rushing to the beach.
feel the warmth of the sun,
as we lie on the sand.
feel the gritty texture.
and the breeze.
swim with the waves,
sway me up high,
as we collide
I Love You

@J.S

The sun- drenched down,
Across the valley,
An array of wildflowers,
Created a sea of yellow and blue,
A gentle breeze,
Shimmered through the trees,
Providing a bigger spectacle,
To this amazing view,
Birds are plentiful,
And visible to the eye,
Swoon delightfully,
In and out of the sky,
Over in the grass,
Which was rich yet shallow in places?
Stood some Fallow Deer,
With the most beautiful faces,
On the ground,
There are Finches foraging away,
Hovering above is a Kestrel,
Searching for prey,
A joyous place,
Unspoilt throughout time,
Just to sit and relax,
And gently unwind.

Kewayne Wadley Dec 2016

And with the touch of her hand, the wall became a bridge

Austin Bauer Nov 2016

Why can't life be this?
I asked my wife as
we sat underneath our
white polyester blanket,
snowflakes gently striking
the pavement and our
gray-blue mailbox outside.

Why can't every day be Saturday
when you and I awake to
each other's smiles?
We would hold each other
and be thankful that we
have nowhere to be
this quiet afternoon.

We would find purpose
in cleaning the laundry,
in washing the floors,
and we wouldn't need to worry
about any bills or those
leftover to-do lists waiting
at work from the week before.

I'd like to imagine this
is what Heaven is like,
no worries, or cares, or toil;
just relaxing each day
with a chestnut and clove candle
warming our senses
as we sit in silent contentment.

Leaetta May Sep 2016

My garden's a mess
never at it's best
although things grow
they grow oh so slow.

I've mended the soil
and put in my toil
there are bees all around
and I've watered the ground.

I've rousted the insect
slugs, earwigs and miscreants
I planted in June
and prayed to the moon.

Morning glories abound
they twine all around
the squash and the shovel
that leans on my hovel.

I lounge in my chair
drink beer and stare
at the bees in their feats
Spearmint their treat.

Maybe next year, I dream
it will all be serene
right now no blue ribbon
I'd only be fibbin'.

The harvest no boast
but will raise a toast
to the bees and glories
in this garden story.

just a bit of fun lounging on the patio

I like this pub.
Not too loud so you can't think.
Not too quiet so that you can't
help but think.

An old Cambridge pub called
the Portland Arms.
I've recently taken to drinking
whiskey straight, enjoying the burn.

The music is mediocre but
the people seem genuine enough.
Not that that matters anyway
when you're drinking alone.

Timothy Langley Aug 2016

Soft and sensitive is the heart
It loves happiness and joy
And wonderful things
But it's fragile
And easily broken apart
So sometimes it hurts with lots of stings
Sometimes the heart needs to cry
And wash away the pain
The heart is natural and full of emotions
It uses tears to clean out stains
Honest expression
Keeps the heart beautiful and warm
And make it taste sweet for those who love it
Healthy hearts are soft and mushy
Strong but gentle
And full of compassion and love
And healthy hearts have lots of friends
To cry with them over life's dead ends

copyright August 20, 2016 by Timothy Langley *all rights reserved
Timothy Langley Jul 2016

Vibrant and blooming,
explosions of color blasting in my face,
glaring lights shining.
The world is buzzing with life in this place.
A rainbow is glowing in the sky,
as sunlight sparkles through the clouds up high.

Every raindrop falling through the air
Glistens and twinkles before they land in my hair.
Imagine the weight of the water in the sky,
that all once came from the great blue basin of life.
Trapped as a mist it gently floats by,
Until it patters down peacefuly in rain cold as ice.

It takes only one moment,
a second or maybe three,
to observe all the wonders about a tree.
Here is an instant on my rainy day.
I wrote this short poem,
and all my worries washed away.

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