Monorhyme Poems (97)

Intimidated by your beautiful soul
but meet with you I must,
Fearing when your eyes behold me
your love I have to trust,

It's foolish for me to think it
I readily confess,
Your heart, your soul, your body
I yearn so to possess,

So very clear I am unworthy
for claiming such a prize,
So certain it will fulfill me
to gaze into your eyes,

Obsessed, I crave the sensation
when I first touch your skin,
I know you feel soft, like velvet
love glowing from within,

Holding you close within my arms
tightly, safe and secure,
But having to let you go again
I surely can't endure,

My heart grows ever more fearful
time nears for us to meet,
You might be disappointed or
you may become complete,

I just hope our friendship doesn't
suffer from this event,
To bring you joy and happiness
is all I ever meant.

~SAS

May 9, 2010

Drawn deep into the heart of the woodland...
a haunting melody stirs the calm night.
Drums pound till I can’t resist their calling.
Silhouettes blend by bonfire and moonlight.

She is but one dancing in the circle...
hands moving as if swimming thru stars.
Many faces shine in the fire’s glow...
figures adorned with veils and flowers.

Glistening bodies, mesmerized, chanting...
praising the earth for her bounty and seed.
May Pole ribbons again weave their magic.
The fields are blessed, as are those they will feed.

One green ribbon I add to the weaving;
my silent watch, then my whispered prayer.
“Great Mother Earth, I’ve abused thy blessings.
Forgive me the times I wasn’t aware."

The drums have awakened my sleeping heart.
I feel you inside me...your voice I hear.
Goddess Mother...blessed be...our Mother;
by the light of the moon, all is made clear.

By the moon’s light...all is clear.”

I join the circle of celebration.
I am one with the drums, long thru the night.
I am but one dancing in the circle;
silhouettes blend by bonfire and moonlight.

All is made clear in the moon’s light...

A Bit Of This and That

Since early childhood he had been wandering the world
vast treks completed mainly on foot, some like in days of old
walking in the footsteps of Stanley and listening to tales told
of safari's into the depths of the dark continent there finding gold
crossing over the towering escarpment lighting fires against the
cold
huddling together sharing a self caught meal, settling down in fold
then onwards deeper finding an elephants grave yard, tusks already sold
their bones litter the valley, stark white bleached by the sun, some have mould
picked over by jackals and hyenas, who now the lions have departed grow bold
finding diamonds lying sparkling on the ground. Then onward to travel the world

Some dark-skinned people seek to lighten their skin colour
By applying skin creams to make themselves fairer
Most of those creams have some chemical matter
That can cause serious health problems later
Their use is common in countries like India
Where beauty and fair skin tone go together
Girls are encouraged to avoid too much exposure
To the sunshine which can make their skins darker

But some white-skinned people who are born fairer
Are not satisfied with their natural skin colour
And wilfully seek more sunshine exposure
To get a tan and make their skins darker
For them a skin that is darkened looks better
And is more beautiful than their natural colour
Yet, for white people, sunlight overexposure
Can lead to a deadly form of skin cancer

Some animals like to wallow in muddy water
Which when dried can change their outer colour
This serves as a temperature regulator
And keeps off skin pests of one form or another
Animals do not seek to change their skin colour
To consciously make themselves fairer or darker
Such weird action is purely human in nature
In this crazy world of people's skin colour

So Many special moments in my mind
for some of them I have really pined
remembering those I have left behind
I can recall with clarity those declined

Special places that became entwined
in the canvas of my mind now redefined
I revisit with glee places enshrined
and recall magical moments that unwind

Outlined in gold in my mind defined
I walk and recall the ones I refined
people lost with who I wish to rebind
recalling some for who I once repined

Our lives are full of memories, signed
and dated they rattle in the wind
flashing past so fast they become twined
and stay as I recall them all to my mind

Majestic stones stood in a ring
while birds flew by on the wing
this once was a place of kings
who spent their time battling

Their foes were now for beheading
this fate was cruel but befitting
a warning for others come warring
with every intention of acquiring

War horses swift of feet cantering
plunging with battle lust capering
the knights so proud are gathering
the stone ring they are honouring

Through the ages cults made offering
changing as they grew up in culturing
yet never the stones change appearing
mystical, powerful capable of conjuring

I took a stroll on a wet November day
following a track down to the byway
there was a pile up causing a long delay
nearby some heaps of trash left to decay
rumbling sounds as I cross the tramway
then down the steep hill to the walkway

Into the park where i watch the children play
rain soaking me through, my hair in disarray
hangs down in threads, like papier-mache
when I get home and dry off, I sit and watch the bay
warm and cosy I drink my tea, watch the spray hit the quay
a blustery day with heavy showers, I decide inside now to stay

With out you the dreams will die

the moon will cry

the tears will dry

the smile will say goodbye

without you should i live or should i
die

without you my life is full of sadness
and the hell
will be ever near

and I don't want
talk and hear

because I am lost,
my dear

Without you I can never sleep

and I am gone
cry and weep

because I have nothing
to keep

Without you my life is a nightmare

And I am so lonely and tired

and I can not breath the air

without you I can't be who I am

because losing you is the biggest crime

With out you I will lose my mind

and all of the days will be unkind

and the pain will be buried inside

A very little funny pig ,
jerk a big bally frog ,
Frog is jumping angrily ....
Funny pig jerk the frog more especially ,
Again ,
Again ,
Again ...
Until the frog drown into the drain .

Who do them folks keep supposin'
Is payin' all them taxes I'm opposin'
Them that spend a whole day long posin'
Talkin' 'till our ears drop and we're a' dozin'
On 'count of all ya local banks a closin'
Now the ol' general stores' fo'closin'
Leave it not fer me fer disclosin'
Ain't nobody else's business I'm a nosin'
Cuz I'm just sayin', I ain't proposin'
"Someone sure is gettin' a hosin'"