SEALED WITH A KISS

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BUT, DEAR, WHAT EYES WILL LOOK WITH LOVE UPON THIS WRETCHED ‘GOD’ ABOVE – WHO’S SAD, FORLORN AND LOVED BY NONE! PLEASE DON’T DISCARD YOURSELF, MY HON!”👄👄

“IS LOVE EVER REALLY WHAT YOU EXPECT!?” March 23rd: Friday.

A ragged man, in ragged clothes, came knocking on my door,*

Suppose that this is IT, the love, You’ve sought forevermore?

But, probably not – can you have love, with all those expectations?

P’shaw, I’ll leave!

I’ll STEAL away –

And with no preparations,

Yes, I shall leave,

To-a-desert isle,

And cry and die – for all the while,

And, as I sit, on distant Beach,

A slimy creature, it’s a leach,

Attached itself to my sick leg,

And sucked my blood – and I did fade,

Away unto OBLIVION,

And (I) wake again – thought I was gone,

I awoke – in sterile circumstance,

And watched a host of “BADDIES” dance:

Said leach, THAT man, others-I-can’t-stand,

My “ex” and “HER,” CANCER-(and)-THAT-dog,

A pedaphile-(a)-leper-and-some-dangerous-smog,

The evil witch, just down the street,

Tele-vangelists I’ll never meet,

“God,” I screamed; “Leave me alone;

I don’t like this – hurts to the BONE!”

“Then you-don’t-want-love! You don’t want me!” was GOD’s replying symphony – “For ALL is me – and all is GOOD – ACCEPTANCE IS THE WAY, MY PUD! Arjuna wanted so to gaze, and see me clearly – NOT-in-a-haze,

BUT, DEAR, WHAT EYES WILL LOOK WITH LOVE UPON THIS WRETCHED ‘GOD’ ABOVE – WHO’S SAD, FORLORN AND LOVED BY NONE! PLEASE DON’T DISCARD YOURSELF, MY HON!”

fin. <3

    • [A ragged man in ragged clothes, came knocking at my door. His journey has been long, I think – miles by the score! “Go away,” I said with pride, and he- turned-to-go-away – AND THEN, I SPIED HIS PREGNANT WIFE AND I KNEELED DOWN TO PRAY!] 🙂

And also blue forget-me-nots,🌻🌼💐🌸

“MY FLOWER GIRL!” March 23, 2018 FREYA’s Day-a

My girl,

My Sweetie,

She is EVERY FLOWER,

She is: The (Yellow) Rose of Texas,

I love her – love her power,

And she is also rose red and white roses too,

And chrysanthemums and tulips,

And lilacs, real blue,

And also blue forget-me-nots,

And lilies, when it’s Easter,

And daffodils and

Geraniums,

And – Let me tell you, Mee-ster:

She’s a bright petunia in the Autumn or in Summer,

And, when the Winter gives to Spring,

She’ll be an “early comer,”

And her fine fragrance fills my life,

And sets my Heart in motion,

And, without her, don’t know what I’d do,

‘Cause she’s my magic potion!

fin. <3

EDITOR: DAZZLED

Brilliant heart full poem

Never thought the Texas Cowboy had sweet thoughts

Congratulations, awesomeness 🌼🌹🌸💐