Show Your Love

Your queen, your heart, your finest thing

Your waking dream, your sparkling spring

Whenever she pains from a broken wing

Renew your vows, show you are her king

Your king, your rock, your reign of power

Always in your eyes your man of the hour

Whenever from battle he returns for rest

Be a gentle queen, hold him to your chest

Don't Give The Poor Your Trash

The solid, the secure, and the strong
Can lift the weak and right their wrong
Sympathy, prayer, and platitudes drift
To poor folks they are worthless gifts

When I fall down and my teeth I gnash
Who runs to me praying gives me trash
I need your hand, or dip into your stash
Give me no trash if you keep your cash

Rich and Poor are both a bore

Poor folks went shopping at the store

But not to purchase but just to explore

These folks were poor and I mean poor

Rich folks at the store stared even more

They found the rich too good to adore

Why won’t they drop cash on the floor

The rich found them too fun to ignore

Myself, I yawned and started to snore

The rich and the poor both such a bore

 

Can you hear her smile?

With noisy friends I went to a foreign land
With every voice sealed with a magic wand
All manners of speech were strictly banned
By smiles alone ladies formed a vocal band

Quiet ladies can speak volumes with a smile
Most cheerful tongue of every land and Isle
Since then when I journey around the world
My ears hear smiles more than spoken word

She Will Trap Your Heart

The womanizer was thrilled on by the chase

Garbed in style, his priority he did misplace
Chase was the only goal of the show shaman
A chaser aptly nicknamed a sports fisherman

Then that fourteenth day of the second month

When even secret lovers pull down their front
A day his victims had vowed he’d be so sorry
Sorry as his heart melted upon a girl’s sorcery

Dark Chocolate Is My Only Drug

You, my chocolate of picturesque mystique

Of the Sahara, Kilimanjaro, of Mozambique

Of East, of West, South and North of Afrik

You, my medicinal soothers, of you I speak

You, noon nectars of burnished extraction

I summon you daily, not to a heroic action  

You, the drugs that sustain my high elation

Come, invocation of you is my medication

The Vicar's Neon Knickers

Fit neon stickers on the knickers of a vicar
Will his wife be quicker to bicker or snicker
And if the vicar visits kids and light flickers
Do the kids kick and snicker at his knickers

If the vicar goes to a game of cherry pickers
Do the pickers kick him like football kickers
If the House elects him neon House Speaker
Neon knickers will expose the vicar-poli-ticker

My love in June

My love, we are in the month of June
You, too, are here crooning me a tune
Don’t stop, oh love, I love your croon
Eyes-pleasing flowers all over strewn

Your romantic show pleases my eyes
Bright love, such sight you maximize
The sight with which I now commune
You, my love, are my month of June

Haste for a Mate Makes Waste

Happy lives work better in pairs
A guiding light for all your affairs
So secured men who float on air
Do pair with ladies of fitting flair
                          
But that wisdom of living in twos
Has ruined the lives of not a few
And that results from hasty calls
When pairs don’t fit a couple falls

Larry, the two-time loser

His girl friend paid a crooked judge
To jail his new wife due to a grudge
She was found guilty and sent to jail
That forced his life into a living hell

His wife appealed to a higher court
A new judge gave her new comfort
But insisted she pay him in romance
His wife and judge eloped to France

Re-align Her Upper Class Mind

An evening under a sky of low stratus

One decent gentleman of lowly status

A high class lady he wined and dined

Her thoughts on good times realigned

That old class fortress he did conquer

Oiled playing field of a preppy younker

Now no longer in class is she confined

All thoughts of class escaped her mind

Blessed are the strong

Deep trust betrayed by false display
Inflicts on minds a stressful disarray
The strong will stress but yet be tall
The weakened heart in crumbles fall

Back-stabbing betrayal lies in wait
All over the world it does not abate
Whenever it calls the choice is yours
The strong it fears, the weak it gores

The Cure For Lonely Travelers

When you woke up along that road
The road all lonely hearts once rode
You should have ran right backward
Backward from a road of no reward

When I did catch you along that lane
All but restrained by lonesome chains
Did we traveling souls not find a cure
Two will cure loneliness forevermore

She is beautiful in grey

One femme fatale’s alluring self
Was gone and left on dusty shelf
So she embarked on endless task
For the fountain of youth to unmask

For eleven years and seven weeks
She lived in tribes of Indian creeks
The enchantress now is here today
Still old but more beautiful in grey

The real way to a man's heart

It is nice she fries and cooks to his taste
Men always felt good from what they ate
But if her conduct doesn’t communicate
That will in his heart cast a sour distaste

Men communicate by eyes and conduct
Reasoning plus logic thoroughly deduct
That words and chatter of noise it is not
Not food, but conduct, that gets him hot

Sarafina to Jerusalem and Medina

In our humble makeshift prayer hut at the marina

Our hearts regale in the lyrical magic of Sarafina

Chilling evocation of contrasts in a vacation arena

Like rioting and praying in Jerusalem and Medina

The wind outside riots with the odor of dead fish

The calm inside fellowships with our pacific wish

In that makeshift prayer hut are the lyrics we give

To Medina and Jerusalem where the contrasts live

The Temptress

A she who knows the power of dress

A sly temptress in clothes that impress

She shines her lips to attract her prey

And whispers things no man would say

You might all complain about her type

And forever showcase your critic gripe

She can’t be bothered by griping clans

Her dress will impress her smitten fans

The Gift

That wait indeed was worth my while
Though scared I was you would beguile
But when your package arrived in style
To my hungry face you brought a smile

You have sent me just the thing I want
Though what I need you wouldn’t grant
Still my hand shall write for you to toast
For you a bosom friend of whom I boast

May we never lose our ways

In every tomorrow or my present day

May it never be said that I lost my way

As for all the ways that I lost yesterday

May I never again such ways ever stray

All those eternal truths we never say

May they today be said without delay

So that if our lives be audited in replay

Happily, we say our dues we did repay

You shall fear no darkness

You have a fear that’s quite severe

Seek you neither a shrink nor a sear

Darkness will always to me appear

The greatest source of human fear

Darkness infects to fearfully blight

Illuminate it through bright sunlight

If darkness, like fear, winds a mind

Through brightest sun it will unwind