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oneline now!
Hope I catch you
Before your seven
O'clock date
Hope you've considered
Your possible fate
Hope you see, you might
Be the bait
Hope you cautiously
Walk through his gate
Hope you get this
Before it's to late..
Hope I catch you
Before your seven
O'clock date
Hope you've considered
Your possible fate
Hope you see, you might
Be the bait
Hope you cautiously
Walk through his gate
Hope you get this
Before it's to late..
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Posted: Oct 2016
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acquiesce
A bumper sticker reads: Don’t believe everything you Think. Gradually we come to know who and what holds the cards in this game... First of all, she does. A woman’s intuition, belief and persistence is why humankind moves along the course it does. Society evolves from tribes, electricity from torches, community from hierarchy, and Love from proliferation. All the Arts combined, invention and marvels, pages through history attribute to her determined wish.
Quiet reminders appear every day. Her world does not hang in precarious balance. Everything tangible forms a collective, whether gravel in a pile, or brows above the eyes. With tolerance shown for insults from behind, pardon throws a rope to those mired in their own quicksand. Time and motion press the sails, that together we embark and attest all these:
She thrives on newness, the freshness arises ahead the sun each day. It’s certainly not about what’s settled for, neither any justice waiting year upon year, waiting for the ideal script. New brooms sweep clean, then also must she; dispenses with regrets and clutter long past. It’s about to-do's in the now of today, whether alone or together a couple. Invest in her and she shall double the return. No rocket science, but resounds within hope and romance. Afforded sanctuary regardless of social status.
The Sovereign Seal on the scroll reveals that You are loved prior to any one like myself having said; before disbelief had set in. So too with succinct melodies accompanying streams of consciousness. They combine to proclaim the instant new miracles come to be. It is true that your voice effervesces with music, so beautiful to say. And why not include that ancient orb of benevolence, that slow rolling silvery moon. Patrols the neighborhood this side of the stars, and not some distant nebulae. That vast overstretch, apex to horizon, ever yours gathered forth in a sampling.
Any man can spot the silhouette of a woman a mile and a half away. And because hers is cast from things lovely and bright, his gets thereby shaken. His will translate to items at hand, hers the adorn of Creation. Indomitable mystique inherent the feminine entity. Most of that he thinks he knows account less than a stitch and hem. It is the here and now of my own perplex, speak into the vacuum, weak at the knees, while she remains fixed on her tapestry, continues looping the fibers, continues while softly singing.
So now when you say there is much more to her than meets the eye, you can say it with a bit more conviction.
Quiet reminders appear every day. Her world does not hang in precarious balance. Everything tangible forms a collective, whether gravel in a pile, or brows above the eyes. With tolerance shown for insults from behind, pardon throws a rope to those mired in their own quicksand. Time and motion press the sails, that together we embark and attest all these:
She thrives on newness, the freshness arises ahead the sun each day. It’s certainly not about what’s settled for, neither any justice waiting year upon year, waiting for the ideal script. New brooms sweep clean, then also must she; dispenses with regrets and clutter long past. It’s about to-do's in the now of today, whether alone or together a couple. Invest in her and she shall double the return. No rocket science, but resounds within hope and romance. Afforded sanctuary regardless of social status.
The Sovereign Seal on the scroll reveals that You are loved prior to any one like myself having said; before disbelief had set in. So too with succinct melodies accompanying streams of consciousness. They combine to proclaim the instant new miracles come to be. It is true that your voice effervesces with music, so beautiful to say. And why not include that ancient orb of benevolence, that slow rolling silvery moon. Patrols the neighborhood this side of the stars, and not some distant nebulae. That vast overstretch, apex to horizon, ever yours gathered forth in a sampling.
Any man can spot the silhouette of a woman a mile and a half away. And because hers is cast from things lovely and bright, his gets thereby shaken. His will translate to items at hand, hers the adorn of Creation. Indomitable mystique inherent the feminine entity. Most of that he thinks he knows account less than a stitch and hem. It is the here and now of my own perplex, speak into the vacuum, weak at the knees, while she remains fixed on her tapestry, continues looping the fibers, continues while softly singing.
So now when you say there is much more to her than meets the eye, you can say it with a bit more conviction.
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Posted: Sep 2016
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Fear of Flying
We dangle in senseless motion
clinging to steel
and gurter bright
martini olives nod their heads now
the clouds outside the window inhale us
their puffy hands neglect our careful thoughts
the pastries smell stale my senses
so that i cannot recall
my name and assigned seat
when the cabin dips
my mouth flies open like a fish
above while roaring waves resist
we read, we watch, we eat despair
unatural beings in the supernatural
clinging to the earth from air
We must not gasp
for it is better
to watch the great wings peel neat as foil
table tops and vomit bags intact
the hostess will organize our fears
clinging to steel
and gurter bright
martini olives nod their heads now
the clouds outside the window inhale us
their puffy hands neglect our careful thoughts
the pastries smell stale my senses
so that i cannot recall
my name and assigned seat
when the cabin dips
my mouth flies open like a fish
above while roaring waves resist
we read, we watch, we eat despair
unatural beings in the supernatural
clinging to the earth from air
We must not gasp
for it is better
to watch the great wings peel neat as foil
table tops and vomit bags intact
the hostess will organize our fears
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Posted: Aug 2016
Post CommentTell no man of you
He may come suddenly like
the wind
Your heart is captured by his
essence and you desire to open the
choice treasures of your soul before
his viewing
To soon you let his eyes savour the
subtle moves in the way you walk
In eagerness you suggest the heat of
the night before he has earned the
right to touch your cheek
Speak not to his imagination before
he has tasted the wine of your sorrow
Do not so soon throw the pearls of
your love at the feet of an ungrateful
soul to be trampled in the dust
Present to him in strains of eloquence
that his is a season of testing and he
must brave the storms of your whispering
winds, before he feels the thunder of
your passion
Tread softly on the coals of your heart's
destiny
Reveal yourself in small morsels of kindness
and test his empathy to communicate
Do not offer him the history book of your
life if he cannot read between the lines
And finally, test his faith
If he cannot be true to his God
why..would he be true to you?
the wind
Your heart is captured by his
essence and you desire to open the
choice treasures of your soul before
his viewing
To soon you let his eyes savour the
subtle moves in the way you walk
In eagerness you suggest the heat of
the night before he has earned the
right to touch your cheek
Speak not to his imagination before
he has tasted the wine of your sorrow
Do not so soon throw the pearls of
your love at the feet of an ungrateful
soul to be trampled in the dust
Present to him in strains of eloquence
that his is a season of testing and he
must brave the storms of your whispering
winds, before he feels the thunder of
your passion
Tread softly on the coals of your heart's
destiny
Reveal yourself in small morsels of kindness
and test his empathy to communicate
Do not offer him the history book of your
life if he cannot read between the lines
And finally, test his faith
If he cannot be true to his God
why..would he be true to you?
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Posted: Apr 2013
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Don't throw caution to the wind..Cafe
No title
My latest poem is not my last,
I am complaisant but not complacent,
I am a bon vivant but not a non viveur,
Poets expresses in a peculiar way to a very particular group,
Meticulous is never scrupulous,careful nor painstaking,
One earth year and light year are identical,
Bullman horde is searching the ancient hoard,
An impracticable idea is not impracticable nor unpratical,
God's law is definite and his judgment is definitive,
There was continuous disruption on continual work,
A contemptible deal may receive a contemptuous answer,
A special request may be especially granted,
The premier made his premiere rally speech on the government political premise,
I will always think of you forever and keep you in my heart for ever,
I am complaisant but not complacent,
I am a bon vivant but not a non viveur,
Poets expresses in a peculiar way to a very particular group,
Meticulous is never scrupulous,careful nor painstaking,
One earth year and light year are identical,
Bullman horde is searching the ancient hoard,
An impracticable idea is not impracticable nor unpratical,
God's law is definite and his judgment is definitive,
There was continuous disruption on continual work,
A contemptible deal may receive a contemptuous answer,
A special request may be especially granted,
The premier made his premiere rally speech on the government political premise,
I will always think of you forever and keep you in my heart for ever,
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Posted: Aug 2016
About this poem:
I really don't know what to call this but the I believe many would fully understand what is written hereA love riddle
The time and life of a bishop
Lay wasted and defeated in the land of Egypt
She lost her mind and her mission
To a petty little thief from Zion
Across the sea in a far distance
Vexed by a confused seer at this vision
How can this event come to be
when nothing logical could explain or be reason.
Isn't the bishop of that land a Man?
How could it be that he is now a Woman?
And why must a thief be in this?
What cosmic cause for this to happen?
A puzzle beyond comprehension
Why must this play come to the seer's attention?
A mystery to unravel from it's spin
A tale beyond the understanding of mere humans
Is this about a woman's love stricken?
O an epic battle of good versus evil
Who in this plot is the real villan?
The thief,bishop or gifted seer.
There is more to this than what is given
A twist to this tale I present to you
The seer you see was once the thief's lover!!!
And now I leave you guessing the start and ending
To this simple tale of the seer,thief and bishop saga untold ....
Lay wasted and defeated in the land of Egypt
She lost her mind and her mission
To a petty little thief from Zion
Across the sea in a far distance
Vexed by a confused seer at this vision
How can this event come to be
when nothing logical could explain or be reason.
Isn't the bishop of that land a Man?
How could it be that he is now a Woman?
And why must a thief be in this?
What cosmic cause for this to happen?
A puzzle beyond comprehension
Why must this play come to the seer's attention?
A mystery to unravel from it's spin
A tale beyond the understanding of mere humans
Is this about a woman's love stricken?
O an epic battle of good versus evil
Who in this plot is the real villan?
The thief,bishop or gifted seer.
There is more to this than what is given
A twist to this tale I present to you
The seer you see was once the thief's lover!!!
And now I leave you guessing the start and ending
To this simple tale of the seer,thief and bishop saga untold ....
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Posted: Aug 2016
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The Chase
Like an arrow from a bow,
our spirits split the skies above..
Dare we look back?
Freed from the superficial and the mundane,
We do not.
Are you with me my love?
Yes...you are.
I taste your kiss on my tongue.
The Moon dances on the puddles from
The evening rains..
Soon the pond will come alive and mete out rythyms
to complement her reflections on the water.
No longer alone...
You reach for my hand,
as I reach for yours...
Our shadows lose us in the night...
Perhaps some to tarry along.
The Moon Light lending the evening no promises ....
as the darkness give way to her resplendent Light.
We walk in step ...sometimes out.
But we walk together,
knowing we will never forsake one another to the chase.
Gregory Sexton
our spirits split the skies above..
Dare we look back?
Freed from the superficial and the mundane,
We do not.
Are you with me my love?
Yes...you are.
I taste your kiss on my tongue.
The Moon dances on the puddles from
The evening rains..
Soon the pond will come alive and mete out rythyms
to complement her reflections on the water.
No longer alone...
You reach for my hand,
as I reach for yours...
Our shadows lose us in the night...
Perhaps some to tarry along.
The Moon Light lending the evening no promises ....
as the darkness give way to her resplendent Light.
We walk in step ...sometimes out.
But we walk together,
knowing we will never forsake one another to the chase.
Gregory Sexton
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Posted: Jul 2016
Post CommentDragon's Domain
DRAGON'S DOMAIN
Into the Dragon's domain
Did I and my loved ones
Stray one day
A foul beast it was
All fire and appetite
And an all-seeing eye
It marked my loved ones
One by one
Then consume them in its
Mouth of fire and abomination
Only I did survive intact
To tell the tale of that day
A tale that no one can believe
Or dares to believe is true
Better to mark a man like Cain
And the blame on him to place
One day I will return
To the Dragons lair
To face it once again
Like Beowulf resurrected
My axe and sword in my hands
As I face the beast anew
In the death fight that
Will take place that day
With my final strength
With my final strength
I will plunge my sword into
That fiery evil eye
And the Dragon will scream its last
As the filth of its life
Pools around my feet
And it shrivels and dies
No more friends and lovers to consume
Redemption for my imagined wrongs
And a tribute to Saint George
Into the Dragon's domain
Did I and my loved ones
Stray one day
A foul beast it was
All fire and appetite
And an all-seeing eye
It marked my loved ones
One by one
Then consume them in its
Mouth of fire and abomination
Only I did survive intact
To tell the tale of that day
A tale that no one can believe
Or dares to believe is true
Better to mark a man like Cain
And the blame on him to place
One day I will return
To the Dragons lair
To face it once again
Like Beowulf resurrected
My axe and sword in my hands
As I face the beast anew
In the death fight that
Will take place that day
With my final strength
With my final strength
I will plunge my sword into
That fiery evil eye
And the Dragon will scream its last
As the filth of its life
Pools around my feet
And it shrivels and dies
No more friends and lovers to consume
Redemption for my imagined wrongs
And a tribute to Saint George
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Posted: Jun 2016
About this poem:
Inspired by the video i posted concerning someone being falsely branded, and it can be taken as an allegory for any evil of the world you choose- evil is here represented by the dragon...
The Gift: An Empty Box
Thank you to everyone who took the time to read and comment...
Gradually taking my poetry down whenever time allows..it's taking a bit longer that I planned though.
I haven't done any writing for sometime. Writing was my therapy when I was recovering from divorce!
I have been blessed and given another means to lighten my load... reaching out to as many people in the community as I can and I can honestly say I haven't been happier.
Maybe one day I'll take to my pen again, for now I'm just glad to have this opportunity to serve others!
God bless you...everyone of you!!!
Gradually taking my poetry down whenever time allows..it's taking a bit longer that I planned though.
I haven't done any writing for sometime. Writing was my therapy when I was recovering from divorce!
I have been blessed and given another means to lighten my load... reaching out to as many people in the community as I can and I can honestly say I haven't been happier.
Maybe one day I'll take to my pen again, for now I'm just glad to have this opportunity to serve others!
God bless you...everyone of you!!!
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Posted: Jun 2014
About this poem:
I've seen many separate because they find it convenient to just say "we've just grown apart". That I think is just pathetically sad! I believe it all boils down to allowing themselves to fall into some kind of a rut...because if we do not stop treating our partners the way we treated them before we married them...if we do not stop trying to please, to respect, to surprise, to show we care, to make him/her the most especial part of our lives...I can't see "growing apart" ever having a chance on us.Marriage needs refreshing, even re-styling...again and again to keep it's blood flowing. If we do nothing, if we become complacent and never try to put excitement or adventure in our marriages we are basically not creating any memories and experiences to deposit in our box...memories to hold the marriage together when ill winds come and bother... not creating moments to cherish together is a sure way to let boredom sets in and overcome our marriages.
In my eyes, it really is as simple as keeping a good hairstyle...it needs regular trimming, re-touching if you have colour with it, it may even need blow-waving now and then to get rid of the cobwebs in our lives. The hairstyle will not hold its shape all the time unless we put the effort to keep it looking as fab as the day we walked out of the salon...or in our marriages .... or relationships....the day after we walked on the aisle...
Missed Kisses
There will come a time when salt becomes sweeter than honey...
When cold frozen nights suddenly become sunny...
When honey that drips from your warm softened lips...
Becomes liquid bliss that I so wish to kiss...
I suppose you would wish that I wrongfully miss...
Miss the sweet bliss that I miss from your kiss...
The bittersweet drops hidden in your sweet kisses...
The kisses that this kid oh so certainly misses....
When cold frozen nights suddenly become sunny...
When honey that drips from your warm softened lips...
Becomes liquid bliss that I so wish to kiss...
I suppose you would wish that I wrongfully miss...
Miss the sweet bliss that I miss from your kiss...
The bittersweet drops hidden in your sweet kisses...
The kisses that this kid oh so certainly misses....
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Posted: Jan 2015
About this poem:
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