So long, friends

                                    
A year ago I made a vow
For 366 poems to endow  
I've reached my goal now      
So today I take a final bow

I see you when you're here
All visitors I hold very dear
Most came from good USA
Fans logged in from Russia

Next were surfers of India
Few logged on in Germany
Visitors came from the U.K.
My own folks from Nigeria

Poets too in the Netherlands
Many from our South Africa
Fine nations of Latin America
Thousands more in other lands

Yes, daily, right here I saw you
So, daily you inspired me anew
The journey was undiluted  fun
Oh, it's fun under the poetry sun

Though I cannot see your face
For a year you graced my space
Thanks to you my dream is true
Adieu, I give these poems to you
C.U.
June 9, 2012

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