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Giddy anticipation
as the wheels are touchin, dowwwn
Can’t contain excitement
once my plane is on the grouuund

Grabbing my suitcase, a’rollin
heading through the gate
I’m prayin all’s okay
cuz the flight’s a little late

a little laaaa-ay-eh-ate

Been tryna hook up, darlin
ever since the light of day-ay.
But when I call ya, honey
well your phone just rings awaaay

Awayyy – ay – eh hay

Well I, been stuck in Medford
and I don’t know what to do – ooo.
I’ve done all that I could,
tryin to get ahold of you.

I’m stuck in Medford…
wooo wooo.
I’m stuck in Medford,
what can I do?

I’m stuck in Medford…
wooo wooo.
I’m stuck in Medford,
what can I do – ooo?

See the plan’s to be out
in celebration of Thanksgiving
Holy rollers giving chase:
“Repent, you do the Devil’s bidding”

Anxiety’s a’houndin me
inside this airline
No matter how I’m callin, you
just won’t pick up the line

It was kinda short notice
so things didn’t go as planned
Plus the phone went dead
meanwhile, traffic is at hand

aaa-aat haaaand

I’m stuck in Medford…
wooo wooo.
I’m stuck in Medford,
what can I do?

I’m stuck in Medford…
wooo wooo.
I’m stuck in Medford,
what can I do-ooo?

You approach, shaking your head
so, apologetically
You say: “Traffic outta nowhere
and a dead phone battery-eee”

Somehow forgot the charger
so I couldn’t let you know.
I’m so sorry, by the way
How did your flying gooo?”

“It’s alright my love, shit happens
The flights were, such a breeze
Now I’m ever-so elated
cuz I’m with the bee’s kneeees

The beeee’s knee-heee-eee-eees

Been tryna hook up, darlin
ever since the light of day-ay.
But when I call ya, honey
well your phone just rings away

I, been stuck in Medford
and I don’t know what to do – ooo.
I’ve done all that I could,
tryin to get ahold of you.

I’m stuck in Medford…
wooo wooo.
I’m stuck in Medford,
what can I do?

I’m stuck in Medford…
wooo wooo.
I’m stuck in Medford,
what can I do – ooo?

© November 17, 2020, L. Karriem

When my lips touch your skin and my hands roam your body,
I will dive into the deepest desires of your soul and you will feel, within you, all my love.
We will then be one person. You will see that all our fantasies will gain wings and lead us to a universe of our own, and, like colliding comets, we will find ourselves ecstatic in extreme pleasure.
At that moment, the silence for fractions of a second will be absolute, being only broken by moans and softly whispered words, and our bodies, like river springs, drenched in sweat, will slide gently on the sheets, in movements of caresses and complicity. At that moment I will kiss you with all the intensity of my being and, looking into your eyes, I will say I LOVE YOU!

I once met Adolf Hitler
in a laundromat
he had his shirt off
and was kicking the washer
screaming in Spanish
about not enough room for
his Hawaiian shirts
"Calmate" I yelled
"Whats up with you", he screamed
"Look no damned soap suds and the machine is bloody Korean"
"Why didn't they get a Miele? Aaagh"
He slumped into resignation, eyeing the ceiling
living a new identity had its challenges
I thumbed my magazine
small creatures retreated into their holes
I thought about the war

Wisconsin Dells
Is a place I feel pretty well
Mini golf at Pirate's Cove
Walk up main street where i like to rove
Fudge shops, souvenir shops, and cheese
There's always something that will make you pleased
Timbavati Zoo is better now in any weather
Especially when they thinned out the Macaw Parrots
So they weren't pulling out each other feathers
Wisconsin Deer Park is nice this time of year
If you like feeding deer
Kalahari has it all
If it decides to rain, you can mini golf and hit your ball
Moose Jaw and Macs are good places to eat
There are plenty more good resturants for a treat
Cambrian sandstone rock formations on the Wisconsin River
They have a beauty that will always deliver
So the place up there is just fun
And the 95 mile drive is a pretty run

I'm searching for the sound
That keeps me bound
To find the key
To set me free-
As the bird flies
With fractured wings
Flying low
High, listen
The sound
Can't that bird sing?

As we all aim for the last fall
What do we recall-- This sound?

A choice of words
The sound of what we often heard
The key is near
And, as of what do we fear?-
The bird on the ground
The bird knows why
As it looks up towards the skies-
Lying down- on the mound
The sound
Can a bird cry?

As we all take our last stall
What should we call-- This sound?

I've found the sound
That kept me bound
I've found the key, finally
That sets me free-
Above the bird flies high
With fractured wings-
Listen, low
The sound
Can't that bird sing!?

As we all ascend to feel tall
Remember what we call- This sound

Within the river of dreams
see how they flow gently in silver
streams

The flow of life ever changing
Circumstances rearranging

Though at times it feels life
around us is in a mad race
While other moments it freezes
in dead space

There is a time for everything under the sun
It's more important to know where and when to run

People come and go like the wind in its flow
Nobody knows who or why they show
All that matters we hope to have learned a bit about ourselves as we place our book of life upon our shelves

It may give comfort to hold onto what is true
Yet, often we find nothing lasts but, a moment or two

Love is often fleeting mostly if it isn't real
Maybe because most do not know how it truly feels

In the search of truth and love how we want it to fit like a glove but, we often don't know how to give what we need to live

Some may claim they know the way the truth and the light but, only one seems to know what is right


Within the river of dreams maybe we can just pick and choose what we like
However, as we pass into that good night
we ultimately must be accounted for what we do wrong or right

The question in years to come is how do we want to be remembered come our time we are placed in the ground
will the falling tree make a sound if nobody is around to listen?

The old white house upon the hill
Holding past memories that linger still
Stained glass windows faced the park
Soft gaslights that glowed in the dark

Built at the turn of the century
In a different era from our memory
An historic legacy from those passed on
Embracing simplicity in a time long forgone

In the back a garden of Iris's grew
In the front were Lilies and Daffodils
Violets and Impatiens filled the windowsills
Adding a colored ambience to the outside view

An old wooden swing hung on the porch
A perfect pondering, peaceful place to perch
To watch the passersby on the street below
And sip wine while you contemplated Thoreau

Days were spent engaged in a joyful family affair
With lawn games, books, wagons, trikes and bikes
Children’s giggles and laughter filled the air
Full of love and personal likes and dislikes

Memories bring tears as they come flooding in
Visions of a life lost in the passages of time
Remembered in lines of this rhyme
All that was and could have been

Lives lived in time within the muraled rooms
Looking back to all the remembrances we own
Games played in costumes, dolls, balloons, bubbles and cartoons
The precious memories of that old house lives in our hearts as home

Wishing for a solitary moment somehow
That it could be the past, here and now
Healing parts that need to be whole
While strengthening our souls

Jade Anjoun

Wordsmith and poets, weave-sew
Phrases-words, kneaded like dough
Mixed together, eased into verse
Poetry-descriptive, kind not a curse

Lyrics of songs, can't control fate
Lighthearted banter, can act as bait
Strung together, a storyline unfolds
Whatever the subject, gentle or bold

Words lead to a journey, possible delight
Encouraging followers, with hidden insights
As a patchwork quilt, tells those who know
Where fabric came from, the dressmaker sews

Memories, reminders from a former time of life
Gift giving pleasure, brings happiness not strife
Poets can tell a story, as song lyrics can weave
Dreams of hope and pleasure, joy another receives

So smile when you read, or sing a song for pleasure
Maybe it holds special words, you can treasure
From back in time, unlocking memories past
Triggering the mind, so special thoughts last

Written words so special, to memorize over time.
Woven by the wordsmith, to retain in the mind
Released into a moments, unlocking-images-signs
Yet all they really are, words strung to form a line.

Blast the basic primitive notion

to conform to the norm
or sware by another's devotion.

A brick placed against the same

In order to wall off trouble
will only in time be lost in the rubble.

So pay little heed to the dominant suggestion

when interference with in

leads your heart into question

when the common embrace

seems as one of oppression

You have a will to weild

In the right of your own choosing

And if so compelled

To choose such a path

You find in choice of persuing.

And knowing damn well
On who's account will be held

If your choice ends

by chance of you losing.

But then again

by that same choice you may win

The results of it all will only depend

Not by opinions of others

But what feelings are felt

That you alone will feel at the end

A mournful sky cries overhead
Soaking the streets of a life I once led
I am gone now ,all I am are my bones
Hidden beneath these funeral stones

Once I led a happy life here
Gone now, no more in my beloved Bendir
The Hawkins now with pride sing my name
They know how I died and they'd do the same

I accepted the burden to defend this land
I sold my life dearly at my final stand
If had more than but one life I'd lay it down again
For the Dales are my love and for it there's no blame

So mark you well this site where I now rest
Quell your sorrowful heart in your beating breast
You may weep because I had to fall
Just remember it took my love for it to matter ever at all.