"candels" poems
I am from too long grass
that left muted green stains on my knees
From rock gardens overrun with punny yellow snapdragons
which delivered into my care all sorts of fascinating creepy crawlers
I'm from ash grey two by fours
which were all together fun to climb on
but gave nasty splinter when they were mad
I'm from the woodchips and sand
that provided me an elaborate landscape
in which to house my boundless imagination
I'm from the tail of sulfur smoke
that burned white hot through the crisp October Sky
and propelled my rocket to high heaven
or so it seemed to my eger eyes
I am from Thursdays
from green and red rhubarb leaves
and dirt under every fingernail
I'm from hurling half-rotten tomatoes
at the fence accross the ally
and running haphazardly from angry neighbors
I'm from lasagna and jell-o
candels on Christmas eve
and the squirt bottle of water
my only defense against ants
I am from obscure old families
who came over like so many others
and played the ***** in the secret choir loft above the church
I'm from woodwinds and piano strings
and never a silent moment
From reading aloud and reading alone
and from those who did the reading
I'm from the future and the present and the past of a million different stories
And I've always been headed towards
Where I'm from.
Apr 30, 2012
Apr 30, 2012 at 2:47 PM UTC
Let's do as the dream ...
i feel pleasure ...
when you hug me ...
even if it was in a dream ...
wish we could meet soon ..
to enjoy our love ...
and to make sweet love ...
forever ...
love you ...
babe...
let's make love ...
every night ...
in the heart of night ...
among all candels ...
let's smell each others ...
let's make it as we feel now ...
love you ..
let's mak love ...
in the mid of night ...
till the sun smile ...
with no stop ...
lets do ...
let's make it in the bed ...
on a carpet ...
On the ground ...
and every where ...
in every room ...
let's make love ...
with all love's positions ...
lets do babe ..
let's do ...
as it was in my dream ...
let me babe ...
let me kiss your lips ...
your neck ...
scratch your back ...
run with me fingers at your hips ...
till i reach your hot crave ...
to blow up your fires ...
let's do babe ...
as all dreams ...
those dreams ...
which you got always ...
as me ...
my sweetheart ...
i long so much for you ...
and need you now ...
love you ...
hazem al ...
May 12, 2018
May 12, 2018 at 5:36 AM UTC