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CHOICE

At this psychological moment,

Curiously cut off from the gyrating frenzy around me,

When all that remains

Is a tantalising  memory

Of the cool roundness

Of an upper arm

Closely held on a darkened floor

In some distant time past-

Dark eyes under weighted lids,

And a half-smile on an upturned face…

I catch myself wondering:

Just suppose…

Given the choice again…

Would I…?

And then the girl across the table

Paths that had been
Blown by winds
Kissed by snow
And washed clean by rain
We traveled together as one

Our only companions
Hardship and strife
I had taken a vow
To be your wife

We saw them through
You and I
In my partial eyes
You are quite a guy

Honoring your words
Of life, love and respect
Although you know
I’m less than perfect

The past year
Grew wings and flew
There are still more years
For us to live through

I bounce along this gravel track
it's been too long but now I'm back
to walk along this river's shore
one hundred yards wide, maybe more

The current is now in full flight
at places the water runs pure white
over shoals, stones, logs and more
with a robust steady roar

The scaly birches dip their limbs
which bow and sway with currents whims
as they brush the surface like a broom
in the shaded shoreline's gloom

Elephants Are Blessed

It’s not the length
that matters
it’s always the strength.
The guy as you say
is a 13.5 incher ,
even in flaccid state,
his would be much bigger,
than many in their erect posture ,
so how will they feel
as you say,
he is also gay
and
Many guys as well as women
will run away

A year has passed
From there to here
And I’d not trade
A single moment

We weathered all
Of the stumbling blocks
Life placed in
Our path
And won

We begin another year
I still hold you dear
What the future has in store
I will never fear

For you are the
Only one
I will always
Have near

HAPPY FIRST ANNIVERSARY TO MY SUN

1)

"MANUSCRIPTS IN CLEVELAND OHIO-for St Patrick's Day "
Margaret Ann Waddicor March 2011.

Most splendid Book of Kells,
illuminated souls,
the hours,
the gold the blue entwined with flowers of every hue,
astound,
give joy beyond religions plough(ploy)
where nature, culture, man,
they meet
and differences defeat.

Poetry is for life, not just
Anniversaries. I've always loved your
Perfect soul, it's scent
Etched into the heart of my
Remembering.

If I become You
And You happen to be Me
We will still be US

Will anything change
Or will it still be the same
Between two of Us?

Even if I be Me
And you choose to remain You
Be empathetic

Then we will know more
about how to build bridges
with compromises

Life is a journey
Without a return ticket
Who knows when it ends

Let us travel light
without being too burdened
with excess baggage

.
symmetry
icon of beauty
tossed aside

.
thrown off balance
leaning precariously
senses re-engage

.
vision of nature
pre-euclidian eyes
ikebana

Some people have the wherewithall to become a good student
while others, are more inclined to excel as an instructor
but, I know someone who's of the mention for both!

The only disclaimer is that, from any given moment
she can "flip" on you.....with the stealth of a circus acrobat!

That does happen to be a part of her "magic", as it were;
for even she can't say whether, or not she's teaching, or learning;
so we never noticed, that she coerced us all into playing the remaining roles.