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Midnight Goddess

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Hey beautiful,

Come on over, let me get a good look at you

Let's get closer, tell me you want me inside you

 

You sweet angel,

Come down my way, let me be mesmerized by you

Call out my name, tell me the things you want me to do to you

 

-And I don't know how you do all the things that keep me chasing you

And all I know is that there's nothing in this world that I won't do

for you

My midnight goddess- (chorus)

 

Hey delightful,

Lay down with me, so I can feel your skin on mine

Crash into me, so we can become intertwined 

 

Lovely angel,

You're in my dreams, I can't get you out of my mind

Come back to me, don't leave me here all alone tonight, I'll die

 

And I don't know how you do all the things that keep me chasing you

And all I know is that there's nothing in this world that I won't do

for you

My midnight goddess

 

Oh my God you are so divine

I get drunk from you every night

You taste like strawberries and wine

Could you refill my cup this time?

 

And I don't know how you do all the things that keep me chasing you

And all I know is that there's nothing in this world that I won't do 

No, there's nothing in this world that I won't do for you

My midnight goddess

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

2/11/24

I must have been thinking of some Dave mathews songs when I wrote this one. (My wife's fav artist).

Shadows Deep

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In shadows deep, where memories dwell,
I trace the echoes of a love now farewell.
Each heartbeat whispers of the pain untold,
A tale of loss, in sorrow's grip, I hold.

 

I've weathered storms of agony's embrace,
Endured the trials that life did trace.
A heart once shattered by a cruel attack,
Yet healing came, and I retraced my track.

 

When my faithful doggy breathed her last,
I mourned her absence, the void so vast.
Tears flowed freely for my mother dear,
Her absence, though heavy, I learned to bear.

 

But your departure, oh, it cuts so deep,
A wound unhealed, in sorrow's keep.
For in your absence, love's essence torn,
I'm left adrift, in anguish, worn.

 

I've faced the darkest nights, yet still, I rose,
Through trials and tribulations, my spirit knows
The resilience found in pain's cruel art,
But your absence, love, it breaks my heart.

 

As days slip by, the ache persists,
A testament to love's relentless twists.
For in losing you, I lost a part of me,
A pain profound, in its heart's lost key.

 

So here I stand, amidst the pain's cruel sting,
A soul adrift, where memories cling.
For though I've faced agony's might,
Your absence, my love, is an endless night.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Many edits and revisions later and it is finished. Now if only the pain was... As for the heart attack mentioned. Yes I actually had one. March 07th , 2024. I spent a while in the hospital.

YOUNG JIM'S PLIGHT

 

The parson sat in a pew,

surrounded by the deacons.

As the meeting drew

to and end, one of the sons

of the local merchant barged in.

“Doc, momma sent me to find you.

Jim is terribly sick, Ma's taken

him to your house, and they need you.

 

The doctor, who had long been a deacon

in this little church, rushed to his house.

The Parson raced after the medical man.

Hoping he could, her fears douse,

he prayed with the boys' Ma.

Her husband soon rushed in

The fear on his face was raw

as he spoke to the medical man.

 

There was only one medicine

that could save the boy

but Doc had none in his possession.

Hoping, a rider to deploy,

he sent telegraphs to every doctor

within a hundred miles. Only one

had any of the drug he could offer.

Time was the enemy, they needed a fast stallion.

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

The Cowboy and The Parson is the story of two men of faith in the American Old West told in a series of poems. YOUNG JIM'S PLIGHT is Chapter 8 of this story.

 

You can watch/hear me read it at:  https://youtube.com/shorts/O4ruINC-K4E

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A DRY, CRACKED CREEK BED

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You can watch/hear me read this one at:  https://youtube.com/shorts/ePMr7aGvyd0

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sex and french toast

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2024
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Written 2/26/24

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MY HEART DOST CRAVE

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You can watch/hear me read this one at:  https://youtube.com/shorts/L-dkhx7bhUE

Beautyganda (in Filipino language with a coined word)

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This expermental poem has also been partially inspired by my most recent researches on A.I. generated images which had consequently catapulted me to write/compose something relating to the ideal beauty in my own predilection that coincided or have had happened at this particular time..during my studies about aesthetics and aestheticism...and my actual notions on Love, expressed in Filipino.

 

The term was invented by myself [I hope I coined it first] as I cannot translate what I have in mind at this time to denote both beautiful and cute [I often refer to it as, perhaps in my own invented word, "Cutieganda"..] which was also supposed to be formerly included or have been used in this particular poem. Thanks for reading on.