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EVERY NOW AND THEN

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every now and then a shadow covers the sun garden turns to den a bastard usurps my son every now and then heart falls and hope leaves drought comes to Eden an Adam divorces my Eve every now and then i escape from the den to make a new Eden every now and then --- for those struggling with disappointments

I TOOK A STRANGE GIRL HOME AT NIGHT (true story)

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My very first thought as the girl alighted from a Peugeot 406 car was “Damn, this girl is hot!” I wasn’t joking, she was indeed HOT! The girl was light skinned, the kind of skin you want to draw imaginary lines on with your tongue and finger, of average height and elegant. She wore a fitting floral dress which ended miles above her knees, leaving her flawless thigh open for roving eyes like mine. The dress was armless with a low-cut neckline, meaning there was also a lot of cleavage on display too. Her face was a similar tale of beauty and near perfection – two calm eyes with long natural-looking lashes, a nose that looked sculpted or at best designed by an ace plastic surgeon and artfully painted lips. Her make-up was there and yet invincible. Bejeweled drooping earrings gave her face the perfect finish. My look over was disrupted as the driver emerged. He wore a navy officer’s ceremonial dress. Unless he was some kind of hybrid vampire, he certainly was no older than 30…

I AM A CLOCK

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I am a clock. Ticking is my job, Do not ask me to pause – Ticking is my job. I am a clock! I am a clock. Tick-tock I sing, Morn noon and night – Tick-tock I sing. I am a clock! I am a clock. My task is clear, Do not confuse me – My task is clear. I am a clock! I am a clock. I am ticking for you I’m Mother Hen’s cluck – I am ticking for you I am a clock! I am a clock. If I do not tick, Of what use am I – If I do not tick. I am a clock!

TOBI, TO BE

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towering sugarcane stalk obeys the evening breeze blowing softly as I walk in and fall on my knees… tobi, the one to be… open your eyes and see… be the one, be my only one… ere the sugar in the cane be gone!   ***for Tobi, a friend’s love (this is my first love poem written on request in over 10 years

TWO LIPS ON LOVE’S UDDERS

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we may drift apart like boats in troubled seas when emotions’ hands hijack our rudders and, briefly, our journeys may cease… till our lips meet on love’s udders dear, the wind of life blows fierce but it matters not if it blows us apart – as hours, days, and weeks become years… just make sure you give no one else you heart!