"legg" poems
You spotted snakes with double tongue,
Thorny hedgehogs, be not seen;
Newts and blind-worms, do no wrong;
Come not near our fairy queen.
Philomel, with melody,
Sing in our sweet lullaby;
Lulla, lulla, lullaby; lulla, lulla, lullaby!
Never harm,
Nor spell nor charm,
Come our lovely lady nigh;
So, good night, with lullaby.
Weaving spiders, come not here;
Hence, you long-legg’d spinners, hence!
Beetles black, approach not near;
Worm nor snail, do no offence.
Philomel, with melody,
Sing in our sweet lullaby;
Lulla, lulla, lullaby; lulla, lulla, lullaby!
Never harm,
Nor spell nor charm,
Come our lovely lady nigh;
So, good night, with lullaby.
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*“Heaven”
cool jazz smooths out the day
as a blue haze swirls
around the tables;
the sax played around
with your long legg’d sway
as you near’d the table
and handed me a very *****
***** martini
with a wildly wonderful
red lip’d smile.
how could I resist;
it was like the fusion
of cool, smooth melody
of Boney James’ soprano
with the hard edged notes of
Coltrane’s alto
and I was entangled
within your sensual flair.
as I pulled you closer,
my fingers playing in your hair,
I saw the universal twinkle
of shooting stars
in your eyes
and my heart beat
beat
beat
in tune with
“In A Sentimental Mood”.
the smooth jazz mellow’d
out in a gin joint haze
and we sway’d
in and out of a shifting phase
of warm lips
and a raspberry scented daze
as we moved closer
into this ****** craze
of my syncopated fingers caressing
your lemon-vanilla scented
piano flavor’d skin.
key strokes gently
ease into me
and the music of “Fallin”
eats me like air.
not in piece by piece delights,
but as a ravishingly
lustful whole.
and I find
“I’m falling in and out
of love with you”.
but helplessly, I find
I’m still in a sentimental mood
as my dream catcher
knows I love the silky,
cool jazzy feel of you.
Aztec Warrior/redzone 8.27.16
Note: there are references to several songs
and musicians in the poem. The title is a song by Boney James
found in his album “Ride”. The musicians are Boney Lames,
John Coltrane, Alicia Keys, and Dr. John.*
Sep 19, 2016
Sep 19, 2016 at 3:18 PM UTC
Ta meg av bremsen. Legg meg inn og legg ett teppe over min -kropp-
Ligg med meg i halsen. Ta din mørke visdom og hjelp meg ut.
Gå med smååå steg. Bort mot meg.
Ta meg inn og,, drep min sorg
og drep min sorg og drep min sorg og drep den.
Nov 15, 2013
Nov 15, 2013 at 5:27 PM UTC
I tried and gave up before I got killed from the choking smoke. I couldnt save a book from the old flames scolding ambers. I watched it all do itself in. Later I scattered beer and clear **** over the ashes. And thought of my old garbage:
Everything lost its meaning,
The Picture frames
And Tv sets,
My hawain legg lamp,
Their all at home with earth again.
I heard fires good for earths rejuvanation.
It takes us back home again,
Our real home, even if it seems like a soiled creamatorium once in a while.
Aug 6, 2013
Aug 6, 2013 at 6:49 PM UTC