What do we really like well let's think?
We can jot our thoughts finely pointed Ink.
Such curiosity something.more to think
I am an Apple computer link
clicking everything in seconds to blink

We are savvy writers a snack of words
We peck nestful of Robin birds
The love seed's the finer things
What we like everything becomes a need
Like your taste of mink indeed
So stirring eyes of wine
Like two drinkers wink
Are our hearts racing your car hums?

How goes the moonlight
Stealing the day, unleashing the night
Her frozen soul awakens
Confronting a ravenous appetite

Inky black hair
That matches the starry sky
Plush red lips
Against snow white skin
Crystal blue eyes
That lock you in

From her perch, she leaps
Onto the deserted street below
There has to be someone
Surely they will show....

And there he was
As if he heard her thought
With a fanged smile, she waited
For just the right spot

She felt next to a sizzling death.
Was this the good Godly earth.
If you ever change the petals mind.
He looked at her changing face so
kind right form formalized.
Like a change love needed
Her heart pleaded with red hues
Another plant beloved seeded

to be treated as a poet
never go slow

when some guy like me
has nothing to mow

all unread poetry
one like me will swallow

and

you will be reborn as a poet anew

never say die
I will always come to read you...

Batman’s secret identity is Bruce Wayne.
derived from two historical figures
Robert the Bruce
And Mad Anthony Wayne.
He’s really buff, brave,
and strong.
he is the bat wielding Bat

Batman has no powers,
For it’s not tangible
But he can rely on his tech
So he is formidable
to get him through
another day!
his parents died
earlier some way
a horrific slaughter

Coin On The Cob...

I try hard to see the world in full,
it’s beauty and of course it’s beast.
There can be now no denial of cruel,
mirroring their starvation as we feast.

What animal parades it’s kill like we,
in our advertisement for beef or rice.
While gaping in the mirror we see,
an image quite the opposite of nice.

Their hungers there in bone or eye,
even the touch of a blind man feels.
Reflecting inward through you and I,
so still, their sense of dignity appeals.

Dawning village view
Landscape lush with morning dew
Birds trilling anew

The seamless seed of beatitude is love,
helplessly for its lushness we all crave.
Love genuine , breeds, nurtures peace;
erects a podium for elegance.

Hate, strife, could be carried in a gurney,
through a long, doomed and return less journey,
into a dark lonely ignoble hearse,
with a great unstoppable speed and ease .

If love across the universe is strewn,
until true blissfulness on earth is known
and everyone of us croons with one voice
from our hearts, harmonious songs of peace.