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Saturday, June 9, 2012

So long, friends

                                    
A year ago I made a vow
For 366 poems to endow  
I've reached my goal now      
So today I take a final bow

I see you when you're here
All visitors I hold very dear
Most came from good USA
Fans logged in from Russia

Next were surfers of India
Few logged on in Germany
Visitors came from the U.K.
My own folks from Nigeria

Poets too in the Netherlands
Many from our South Africa
Fine nations of Latin America
Thousands more in other lands

Yes, daily, right here I saw you
So, daily you inspired me anew
The journey was undiluted  fun
Oh, it's fun under the poetry sun


Though I cannot see your face
For a year you graced my space
Thanks to you my dream is true
Adieu, I give these poems to you
C.U.
June 9, 2012

Friday, June 8, 2012

Show Your Love

Your queen, your heart, your finest thing
Your waking dream, your sparkling spring
Whenever she pains from a broken wing
Renew your vows, show you are her king

Your king, your rock, your reign of power
Always in your eyes your man of the hour
Whenever from battle he returns for rest
Be a gentle queen, hold him to your chest

Thursday, June 7, 2012

Don't Give The Poor Your Trash

The solid, the secure, and the strong
Can lift the weak and right their wrong
Sympathy, prayer, and platitudes drift
To poor folks they are worthless gifts

When I fall down and my teeth I gnash
Who runs to me praying gives me trash
I need your hand, or dip into your stash
Give me no trash if you keep your cash

Wednesday, June 6, 2012

Rich and Poor are both a bore

Poor folks went shopping at the store
But not to purchase but just to explore
These folks were poor and I mean poor
Rich folks at the store stared even more

They found the rich too good to adore
Why won’t they drop cash on the floor
The rich found them too fun to ignore
Myself, I yawned and started to snore
The rich and the poor both such a bore
 

Tuesday, June 5, 2012

Can you hear her smile?

With noisy friends I went to a foreign land
With every voice sealed with a magic wand
All manners of speech were strictly banned
By smiles alone ladies formed a vocal band

Quiet ladies can speak volumes with a smile
Most cheerful tongue of every land and Isle
Since then when I journey around the world
My ears hear smiles more than spoken word



Monday, June 4, 2012

She Will Trap Your Heart

The womanizer was thrilled on by the chase
Garbed in style, his priority he did misplace
Chase was the only goal of the show shaman
A chaser aptly nicknamed a sports fisherman

Then that fourteenth day of the second month
When even secret lovers pull down their front
A day his victims had vowed he’d be so sorry
Sorry as his heart melted upon a girl’s sorcery

Sunday, June 3, 2012

Dark Chocolate Is My Only Drug

You, my chocolate of picturesque mystique
Of the Sahara, Kilimanjaro, of Mozambique
Of East, of West, South and North of Afrik
You, my medicinal soothers, of you I speak

You, noon nectars of burnished extraction
I summon you daily, not to a heroic action  
You, the drugs that sustain my high elation
Come, invocation of you is my medication