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Kewayne Wadley Jul 2017
A leaf blew downtown
Amongst hands pages flew
Floating about a clean breeze
Donna Jun 2017
I watch sky darken
As I relax in garden
Big trees look like hills
Night sky x
Isaac Godfrey Jun 2017
Bat within the morning,
basking upon the dawn,
frolicking within the dull red,
as the heavens begin to yawn.
Bat within the skies,
enjoying the lulling breeze,
flitting through the autumn forest,
wandering 'round the trees.
Bat within it's home,
eaten many flies,
hibernate throughout the day,
then take to the skies.
This is a simple piece of literature that follows the delightful routine of a bat traversing the morning lands, heading home.
Wolftrax May 2017
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 **** 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
butterfly May 2017
you and i
and that high carpet heavens!
rested on the bearing walls

above us the moon
and the stars
adorned with grace and smiles the purest!

you and i
eating words and laughters
munch - cakes  -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
in that high carpet heavens!

tell me when
tell me when
butterfly Apr 2017
feel that lazy ***
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
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.
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