#bray
Hee-Haw
He said a line, a little wild,
A teasing spark, a word defiled.
I smiled, then tilted head his way,
“Sorry… what did you just say?”
The silence stretched, the eyes grew wide,
A guilty grin he couldn’t hide.
I sipped my drink, so slow, so sly,
Pretending pure
and letting him fry.
Oh, how I miss that wicked game,
The art of blush without the flame.
Where innocence and sin both play,
And charm begins with “what did you say?”
Nov 2, 2025
Nov 2, 2025 at 1:55 AM UTC
Here I lie awake
in the midst of the gray,
where there are no colours nor dreams
just shades of gray.
Then there's nothing left to say,
until it all fades across the brae.
Oct 29, 2025
Oct 29, 2025 at 9:24 PM UTC
nervous eyes engage in the
Bitter Taking.
nervous lips engage in the
Bitter Tasting.
& naive hearts engage in the
Bitter Breaking.
Aug 26, 2017
Aug 26, 2017 at 6:52 PM UTC
Sometimes people cry
Like when a friend moves away
I'll see you soon Bray
Jun 14, 2016
Jun 14, 2016 at 2:23 PM UTC
Was present, "long termer",
around years.
Has beaten odds, helped learners,
beat their fears.
Last eve, strange experience,
gave all, fright.
Had a funny turn in his appearance,
wasn't quite right.
Maybe stroke, small attack,
while seated.
Yelled to nurses urgently to get back,
checks greeted.
Tests and "risk man" passed,
cleared home.
As left, he crushed my hand grasped,
Eyes black, honed.
Felt strong underlying crawl,
right away.
Of black, dark, evil sweeping pall,
I heard death bray
So this burning disquiet rests,
now am thrown.
As the clinic tomorrow, commences,
he there, unknown?
Mar 24, 2015
Mar 24, 2015 at 9:16 AM UTC