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Take my hand and follow me
Lets get together down this steep path
There is so much comfort knowing you
Following in your foot steps
Life is more than just finding a direction
Calculating numbers or doing the math
It is exploring the unknown where
Your presence is everywhere
Enveloping me with encouragement
Understanding yourself in my shoes
Not some harsh criticism ever cast
But a tender and generous word or two
And always a helping hand

Lots of Youtube videos
Gilligan's Island cast on Family Feud
Interview with Bob Denver(Gilligan)
Fast and Furious cars rated
Mr. Bean as the Devil
Michael Jackson's Billie Jean
Customers being disresecptful
What it's like to be a truck driver
Green bay teacher resigns
Discussion on the existence of hell
Neil DeGrasse Tyson on the universe
Interview with Debbie Harry(Blondie)
70's commercial gingles
Facebook

Like a Navigator, using maps of old,
I now consult my list for one more story,
Which I bring to you; (If I may be so bold);
As it yields to become Poetic Glory;
Which may skew the facts; - and yet it must be told,
By myself (now somewhat old and hoary);
Now reconstructed from the "mists of time"-
As I settle to the rhythm of my rhyme.

So locked down from Covid, in old Sydney,
I watch the news in intermittent bursts;
Feeling now, I well could lose a kidney;
Or catch the Delta Strain (which could be worse).
Nonetheless, I must write on, and give thee;
A true account of my 'lover's curse';-
And like the night-time rain, which falls relucent;
I write now of my life without inducement.

I drank the years away, let me tell you,
Time vanished in solution down the drain;
And yet I have the wit to now renew,
My memories, and half-forgotten pain;
Therefore, before, this rhyme now goes askew,
I will write down my story bold and plain;-
Concerning of a girl in Quaker's Hill*-
An encounter that was an act of will.

Does anyone remember Lavalife?
The lonely heart's club, using just the phone?
And if you do, you may have met your "wife"**
(Though not for me 'cos I am still alone).
Not that I was looking for such a strife;
But like the "poor stray" I need a loving home;-
I've swum in murky depths - yet they're pellucid;
And no one knows where they may find their cupid.

And yet the introduction service worked;
It worked a charm (as it was meant to do);
For as a lover, none of this I shirked,
Because ev'ry woman's diff'rent - so would you?
And so I put on my very best shirt,
(Having now a destination's rendezvous);
Her name was Anne **- she met me at the station;
Close to paddocks, (as the suburb was then).

The year two thousand and three, (maybe four),
My list is incomplete, and not conclusive;
At any rate 'twas Anne, she opened her car door;
We introduced ourselves, which was conducive,
To further happenstance (and maybe more);
The conversation did not feel intrusive;
And pretty soon we're both at her abode -
(I would have gone there sooner, had I know'd).

Anne and I were sitting tete a tete;
But not for long - soon we're on the sofa;
Another glass of wine to feel replete;
And quite soon after both of us in bed were;
Then making love betwixt the clean white sheets;
During which (and something like a gopher);
I went beneath to taste that furry heaven;
Which beats hands down the taste of bread unleaven!

Thus, the lovemaking, it did continue;
As rolling overhead a thunderstorm;
Pelted raindrops down the bedroom window;-
While lightning forked in phosphorescent form;
It gave me recourse to remain "in venue";
My prospects of leaving were now forlorn;
Now her on top, she tosses her long mane;
And where I was, I wished there to remain.

Her body womanly, her skin quite alabaster;
As I watched the ecstasy upon her face;
And her reasons, I never thought to ask her;
We're happy, private, and not in disgrace.
It transpired that her husband left her;
When he found a younger girl to take her place;-
T'was that (and maybe her diabetes);
The rogue was gone - with no need for entreaties.

As all good things, they must come to an end;
(I was happy, and so was she, in fact);
And of this tale, I do not recommend,
Superficial judgment - I don't retract,
A single word I've said, (or verse I blend);
So, you've had another anecdote, I'm back!
The CS poet, they call lovecanbereal;
Whose verse, and meter have a silky feel.



© lovecanbereal
All rights reserved

I will burn down to the edge of the highway

A fire barely contains the rituals of late spring

Leaving everything behind in my blackened path

Waiting for at last the light and seeds to grow

Hardest part of life is leaving everything aside

Sometimes you have to lose something

Have to realize what you had to leave behind

Never burning anything outside your own boundaries

You always remember being left with the same taste

On the tip of your very own tongue and in your eyes

On your clothes as well as ……on your face

The sun becomes a tangerine smear against the horizon

And then there is a strawberry moon born in June

Downtown there's a panda
passing bad cheques
thumping the bar room table
with bambooed joy
as Liverpool go down 2-1
to Everton
in the penalty shoot-out
swilling with Roberto
his wily ring-tail companion
whose rafter antics
move mothers to hide
the children from the horror
of a belching blue panda roaring
"I've never felt more like singin' the Blues
When Everton win and Liverpool lose
Oh, Everton, you've got me singin' the Blue"
"Here we go, Here we go, Here we go"

A night time of evolution a high time for revolution a determined mutation of time,
indifferent to crime,
Turning to lawless moments of life,
expanding consciousness stretching out but returning to be exact,
acting out of spiritual conquest,
burying past events that may not have happened,
creating now as if it mattered,
timeless to be internal dialogue,
are we all insane?.
Or is this just how it is,
positioning to overtake the crown, rising to high, falling to low. Absolutes not guaranteed a curse or something to feed an order or structure unlike no other, wielding an axe or brandishing a cross. To come falling down and down like an endless domino game will we ever became to become as one <3

Cold,silent dusk
Gold tints west,
Birds fly to rest.

Steaming broth
Warms the insides
Cosy evening fire burns.

Nostalgia takes over,
Sweet & bitter plays
The scenes on blank wall

Wintry days,silence reigns
Brings to mind
Sweetness or sadness.

I missed a lot on my trip out to California in 2019
I was by myself and I was scared
Scared of getting lost
Scared of bums
If I would have had a navigation system on a cell phone
It could have been more fun
Disneyland
Hollywood walk of stars
Lots of stuff around San Francisco
But I just stayed on 101
Drove to San Francisco and got lost downtown for an hour
Now I have a cell phone to help me navigate Maine
And all the stuff out that way
New York City maybe
But
I have to figure it out first!

She sat in her chair
Staring straight ahead
Her faded blue eyes
Appearing glazed and red

Not moving a muscle
No view outside to see
Just a brick wall ahead
Not even a green tree

Tears running down her cheeks
Dripping down to her lap
Only her memories to see
Her old body now a trap

Remembering the times past
Love, laughter and family
Now all alone and no hope
Just waiting for life’s finale

Written by: Kathy © June 27, 2021

Party girls tumble
tumble from the bars
curving the night
a raucous army
while the men
drawn but circumspect
drain their last drinks
idle back to the boarding houses
to dream of
poster woman
incendiary encounters
a symphony of lust
without end
but knowing
this is reserved for the few
the well dressed
the rich
men of intellect and power
but for the morrow
he'll wake to a simple breakfast
for a simple man