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A candy; sweet and special
Picked from the rest
Pray to god you're the best.

Wonderful flavor at first
Amazing, addicting, can't get enough
The rush fades,
Thirst came to replace.

Sweet became bland
Rush became fatigue
Though, memory is grand.

Water on hand,
I can relieve the thirst,
But so does the memory
Of the one great flavor
Some candies are sweet at first, but sour at last. Some candies have sticks on it, so you can hold on. Some candies are made to last long, some are not. Pick your candies wisely, it will leave you with One Grand Memory
Waking breath ghostly frozen, clang of ***-belly stove opening, cedar crackles good morning, sap sizzles, pops, melting.  Warmth finds children sleeping, humid air, mouth-breathing.  Smell of boy sweat and feet, young women ripely sweet.  

Cats purring, stirring, padding quiet down stairs, weave meowing through mom's legs.  Dented percolator burbles better days, snap of toast burned haze, molten mush bubbles burst, fade.  Birds early on the highway Paradise-seeking, time, flash-burned, fleeting. Cobalt jay mockingly complains, chickadee sings his own name, coyote wails, thin and plain.  

Children rise, sleep in their eyes, squabble over bathroom prize, eldest wins, click, locks herself in.  Hurry, hurry the bus is coming, ancient driver, annoyed and honking.  Brown-bag lunches crinkled running, feet slapping, seats squeaking, lungs hot and bursting.  Ride the dawn breaking, hearts aching for more than this, rural bliss.

Stop sign flashes caution, young lovers in the back seat, bodies in motion.  Stop, start, sway on down the highway. Engine mimics hot blood lust, accelerated diesel rush, nothing can stop us. You grab my knee - young, carefree.  Brakes sigh and hiss, sneak one last kiss. You mouth - meet me later, we'll sneak out, rush to a future we haven't got, ready or not.  

The old road at dusk, frog song accompanies us, bike wheels on the asphalt hum, forbidden moonlight run.  Feel your heartbeat on my spine, frantic drumming matching mine. Horned owl hoots, forlorn and bleak, a premonition we refuse to heed, reckless with need. In the clearing young love begins, forget-me-knots on burning skin.
 Sep 2016 The Lunchtime Poet
May
They ask for a chance to look at the world with naked eyes
The world filled with beautiful things like cloudless skies
The way how clouds play games with the mighty sun
Who throws away its powerful beams to give them a fun

That was the summer where flowers bloom and decorate the world
Where boys fall in love with gorgeous girls with hair that is curled
Flowers falling down the way how trees show their proud
The uppest branch full of flowers likes to kiss the cloud

When warm breeze touches the skin comes a sweet feeling
All the wounded souls to recover, it's like a healing
Everywhere randezvous with roses for lovers
All are nice and feel like heaven but whose all powers

Let me know the composer of music I've overheard
Is it the tiny little nightingale nature's music bird?
Honour of the opera fascinating also goes to her
Who sang the long opera for her crush,Oh!my sir!

Feel the freedom of running on the greenish grass
While the sun beams kiss your skin and reveal the brass
Get the chance to touch the leaves with naked foot
Oh! The funny sound when you go through the wind and it really suit
i find
my heart
does not talk of love
from beyond the clouds

nor does it
speak love
in it's searching
the heavens

it hears no whisper
of love
swimming among
a myriad of stars
outside of the
sky

i find
my heart
seeks love
from within the hearts
of man
and within
the peace of
the earth

that is where
i hear love

that is where
i speak love

for within the
ground
i am home

seeing as clear
as the day
that rises before me
the soul
the spirit
which lay
behind the eyes
of blue
and brown
As I strolled through the park
A very small boy was having a lark

A very small boy on a very small bike
Flying past nearly in the ****

As I came back from the store
He was going faster more and more

He flew past me like a bat out of hell
I jumped off the path and nearly fell

As he disappeared from sight
I wondered would he be all right
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