Author Lara Wilson
twenty-six figures muddled together,
pieced until satisfaction is complete.
Words are nature with no sound,
for how can we appreciate the warbler’s song
when we do not listen to the lyrics?
Time and beauty are flying away.
Life is an opportunity,
O life is not a chance anyway!
Your own beauty exploration
Had outside blissfulness of marriage
Lures men to love exploration
Of you until you reach your vile age.
Your readiness is what matter.
Marriage is honorable in all
Plenty money does not matter.
Make sure you don’t waste time at all.
They come out as whispers and rolled eyes
I blink, and a rose blooms but no one notices
I hum, and life is found on a new planet
A melody is created but they only see me walk
They see my curves but not my angles
and I want to live.
I want a break
and I want a fix.
I want to feel
and I want to numb.
I want to hide
and I want to run.
I’ll sing thee mandolin’s melody
sweetest songs of love, each note to behold
chasing gray clouds away, too far to see
kiss thy lips warm, when winter’s breath breathes cold
O’ hear my love song enchanting this day
with poetry’s whispered words to thy ear
of summer’s breeze and lavender’s bouquet
sunshine and laughter our hearts may endear
I’ll play thee a sonnet meant for just you
mandolin’s melody with love so true
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Under the sky
On a star-studded night.
The waves would echo
Tumultuous roar
And we shall be lost in one in one.
Like a thousand leeches on my soul,
Awaiting to be told who to be,
And how to be accordingly,My tears well so abundantly,
I cannot see
Yet never falls one drop from my eyes,
They are the bravest and most stubborn part of me,
I saunter through a dreamland fantasy
in steamy waters of ecstacy
my heartbeat quickens
my pulse races
In an amber moon your face I see
A sudden rush of pleasure enchants me
as a soft night breeze gently flows
palm trees sway
a free spirit plays
In a midnight dream you call to me
The writer is blogging
about the flavor of his morning coffee,
and a guy is dithering
over the type of tattoo that suits his forearm
while his girlfriend picks a new shade of purple
to dye her hair.
Mr. Pimp is very much at ease,
no doubt, joyful at the applause
that followed the hateful speech
of a political candidate
that bashed the immigrants.
Of a general pointing straight at me
And the words below shouted out
That a soldier I should be.
Yes a soldier now that was a thought
I’d never had before
I didn’t fight, I’d never fought
And I’d never been to war.
But myself, and millions of others
Decided to heed the call
And despite the tears of our mothers
We trooped off all proud and tall
Together as mates from our towns
All over these sceptered isles
We left young and happy, but soon frowns
Replaced our naïve smiles.
