Dancing Girls

The childish laughter rolled with the green hills Up and down and they enjoyed the play and thrills Sisters loving the sunshine in the pool of daffodils Running happily through the afternoon as a breeze brought on a chill Bows and laces, smiling faces, showing…

Hour ten

Your sorrows will fade like the night sky fades— from black to blue from blue to pink.   The dawn will come.

At Red They Start To Scream

    Autumn red, and the silent leaves Release that rustle which is a scream for them. Rolling down the road too fast and it turns red; they scream. Crashed and on a gurney, he reaches for her hand; His red blood spills; she screams….

Life in RED

Women Divine Stop at the sign You have a loss Dressed like a boss Paint the town The nose of a clown Suit so bright On a candy cane with white Highlight of a sunset The love I’ll never forget jj2017

Hour Nine

Spider   Spider don’t crawl towards me like my lover   Spider don’t entangle me in your web like my lover   Spider don’t spit  venom on me like my lover

Hour eight

Would you never   Would you never try to seek everything thou left to me? Would you never tell me thy existence was based on this love?   Form- Golden shovel (Never seek to tell thy love by William Blake)

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Different looks and poisons Make your web, unique and mighty  Curiosity draws them near you Fear, or respect, run them away  Simple yet complex Perfect and flawed Irresistible and undesired  Daunting and appealing  Eight legs, one spider Real or fake is a powerful tike jj2017

theres a dance in the old dame yet

Quote for The Golden Shovel form: “theres a dance in the old dame yet” from don marquis’ archy and mehitabel by now you really ought to know theres ways and means to this getting along a willingness to dance when it may turn out wrong…

Journey’s End

When we took on the world it was just us two Hard to believe we’d trod so many roads Hard to believe that our paths have now diverged We had the perfect journey to believe in It started with sunlight so bright in lights of…

Hour seven

Inside out   Don’t tell me to love you inside out   when she lingers on your tongue, but your tongue spells my name.  

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