In my head
Friday’s Fictioneers: prompt by Rochelle
Love….
Until the end of time
a statue of me with you…. on my mind
love is our tether, for all to see..
to interrupt us, etch in stone….
an impossibility
In my life
I’ve been fortunate
meeting and loving, a perfect mate
my wish is this gift
share love, live love
enjoy this..
This
will play
on hundred million days.
lovers three alone *
chip away all unneeded pieces.
Reveal Love…. Chiseled in stone.
****************
*the man the woman the artist
Cold
Photography By Sethsnap: Cold
Ancient Indians
The plains
They’ve seen the same..
Year after year after year the same thing.
That was.
is still.
here.
This year.
Last year.
Buffalo roaming
telling
elk and dear.
IT’S Fricking cold again!
I’m going to go sleep with hibernating bear.
Thomas’s
A love passion muse thing..
(yea! the english muffin! that how i roll, nevermind)
Nooks and Crannies
I
Love
Your Nooks and Crannies
I try
to get to them
everyday!
Your nooks
and your Cranny’s
Buttery
just….
the right way.
When i find you..
early mornings
Inviting and delicious..
Heavenly, Crunchy
I look forward
to all of our kisses.
In my hands
On my lips
Your crumbs may linger
And through a long minute
i may, i might…i could
lick a finger…
my innermost joy
splashed with grand colors
let’s add
Some Jam
to that sweet Nooks, crannies, butter.
(cigarette, break here.. )
As we share
in our noisy bliss
The ignorant hates
And the smiles
of the prejudice
I leave happy
full fine and fancy
for in my belly lies
Thomas’s nooks and
Thomas’s crannies
WHISPERS OF DARKNESS
Photography By Sethsnap Your Story: Whispers of Darkness
Faith
Grays
a splash of snow
muted reds
thousands of branches
wave hello..
pavement
perilous
twist around berms
to the calamity
nature adds..
water
I can lose
a turn
But This night
a call, far away from me
Through the
Whispers of Darkness
Goosebumps precedes..
chills reminds me.
did i speak of love last..
did we forgave tensions, passed
this turn
that turn could be
all we have
seeing, only so far
through the darkness
calls for belief
what life. ahead…
awaits
Whispers of Darkness
Light is faith
Light is faith
I’m going to do it all the time.
I’m going to do it in the morning
and I’m going to do it at night.
I’m doing it on the left
And I’m doing to do it on the right.
I’m doing it from sun-up
to doing it to sundown.
I’m doing it sideway
I’m trying it upsidedown.
I’ve flipping it and smacked it. And worked it down to the bone.
I’ll keep on doing it, whilst chatting with ladies or eating a bone
I’m gonna keep doing this thing
breathing air.
until cows
answer phones…
Blue Bank
Photography By Seth Snap, Your Story Challenge
The blue bank
It’s a electric blue
I like blue. I wake up and love that the sky is blue (not grey or overcast)
I look forward to blue seas, pools, blue horizons
I’m Blue, the describer of feelings
The blues, music dedicated to describing it.
Any nothing as cool Blue…cool color
Blue needs better representation that a bank..
I glad this is no longer a bank
Beautiful empty bank..
Banks now, are crass and greedy always looking for way to generate a charge,It cost to go in it cost to go out and it cost to tell you that it’s costing you….
That’s why it’s closed blue represent up-ness and light, contrary to dark money grubbing banks or the economy went kaput… I don’t know I’m winging it!!
But i give this bank credit for trying to liven up the block with color..
Building available for Day care center
Or a Sesame Street Shoot…
Happy Street Count
A Poem
This building by the clock
The Farmer and Mechanics
Looks like the block of Bert and Ernie
And a big yellow bird, you know! the alphabet fanatics.
untethered my mind wanders
and this is what i think i heard
inside of the bank
where the count is counting
and causing a big goofy stir
He’s counted out every dollar
coming in and going out.
He’s Counted every client
Counted all the teeth in all the peoples mouths
He’s counted dimes, nickels, quarters & penny’s
from here to Timbuktu
Counted all the doors, lock and lights, We stopped him from counting nose hairs too!
So they found a new position special just like him.
Called up the brush factory
Counting bristles
on brushes
is where
now,
you’ll find him…
Ah!!!! threehundredandthirtytwothousandfour bristles!!
