Hot Dogs On The Fourth Of July
The BIG BANGS on the fourth of July!
Picnics, fireworks, barbecues, hot dog for everyone!
Cool-dog lay in fresh whole-wheat bun covered with mustard,
ketchup, and onions-thinks it taste better than all others.
Humble- Ilana, one by one, pluck them off 'delicious'
Hot-diddly-dog barked, 'Leave the rest out just cover me
with mayonnaise and sauerkraut! '
Juicy-dog, filled with by products lay in bun with everything on it,
looking like the pigeon dropping that fell on the topping.
Innocence-Kayla said, 'I pass…a hamburger, please! '
Naked-slim-dog stretches out in just a plain toasted bun,
Demure-Kamille sits alone enjoying her bare hot dog
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Mom Accordingly, You Are Loved
When I look in the mirror,
I see your face.
When I eat biscuits,
I remember your design.
I see you in my red stripped kitchen towel,
carefully drying your favorite dish
I smell you in the aroma of coffee,
waffling throughout the house.
In the spring greens in botanic garden,
I can feel your green thumb.
In the snowy winter nights,
I feel your warm love blanketing me
In nightmarish day and night dreams,
Mom, its thoughts of you that calm my fears
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A Special Occasion
While observing the gathering guest
and remembering eleven years past, when
She made her first debut on the world stage.
Wearing a soft juicy peach birth-day dress;
silk light brown threads capped her tiny head;
those little pink feet bicycling
as if readying to lead.
On this eve looking out on the mist
hovering the Hudson River, even daylight
couldn't clear the huddled clouds nor
the thick mist holding onto its place.
Everyone slowly crowded the hall
to await the second coming.
Heads turn toward a refreshed face
strolling down the aisle adorning
a pale blue gown
free-swinging
about her ankle.
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Today, Let's Celebrate Our Love
The first day we met, fall had
Changed shift with summer
There, two trees had changed colors,
were bare, and fruit-less
The little winged boy launched his arrow,
Striking, and seriously injuring two hearts
Darling, let’s watch the sun celebrate
Its Golden anniversary at the close of day
In praise: thunder claps, lighting strikes,
Wind whispers sweet music in our ears
Here, sun beams, and dances across the sky,
And the rainbow, with its bands color us pink
My dear, our arms shall not hang idle,
And our lips will remain partners
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A Victim Of Love
Not knowing where it began or ends.
Times filled with tears
Times in your arms
Times I climb walls, even
fell in love with your
truths and lies.
I hurt, No kisses
To lessen pains
Is love a pleasant indulgence, or
A natural unlearned emotion?
Ovid, why you see love an art
When these years we know it’s not.
No teacher of love for women
We are just victims of your art
Romantic to the core thy art.
Seems loneliness and
frustration are our lot
So wounded by cupid’s dart
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A Mother's Choice
My dear, every journey
Begins with one single step,
then another, they alternate
with each other, and the body
follows close behind.
Setting out on my journey in
joyous life, I came to a fork
in the gravel road.
Looking down one
then the other, choosing the
one with less footprints-
Unconsciously- keeping the
other for another point in time.
…, ..., ...
My darling! we met you along
the way and our blood poured together.
I gave you the one I'd saved for another time.
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Letter To My Husband
Holding tight to hope is, as if, holding a quivering bird relieves fear.
Hope, the dream I dream.
Love turned into pain, yet 'to hope is to risk pain. 'The plans we planned slowly
Slipped through our fingers like our sand castle on the beach,
Still, love is the dream I dream.
We're in the dream of all the things dreamt: my bag stolen, wallet emptied, others pointed out three teenage thieve, chasing them, falling to my knees, 'the cost of loss is grief, ' losing was the dream I dreamt.
I send this letter with tears in eyes, love on my tongue, with love and hope
In my heart: life's not lost to death but the minutes, hours, and days of uncaring ways.
Unconditional love delivered in delight!
By
Almedia Knight-Oliver
July 17,2012
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A Rush of Wild Wind
Love is like a wild wind,
love is a scented roses
in the air everywhere
Twirling and twisting into a knot
ought I pull this way or not?
Head spinning, heart running,
and following its path.
Oh sweet heart see the flowers
hanging over the picket fence,
five lovely petals crying
out for-get-me-not!
In the never-ending heaven hangs
as many shinning stars as angels!
Having slept long nights times,
cause desire to crest, overflowing
waves over waves
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Let's Breathe #2
We get up every morning with a bounce in our steps…
or minus sense in heads to give into aches and pains.
Still understanding that every life must end and
some day we must go, so lets stay together
and breathe…
With laughter, we welcome wrinkles in face and necks
and remembering warm hands and red sweet heart;
watery kisses reviving withering flowers,
I'm thirsty for you, so, stay present in me
That we can breathe…
I count on your legs, arms, head and bread,
love and dove as cover for my sole.
I need you to stay with me; you need me to stay with you
So, Let's breathe.
The sound of love delivers my heart to leap,
unquiet soul to relax, and
anxious mind not act, and
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A Mother's Jewel
Red and white garlands draped the treasure chest.
They marched in tandem in the quietness of
The cathedral, offering up sorrowful
Tears to her crimson dressed body
Not even one dropp of red flowed through her veins
As, she lay between the walls of the living
And the dead... the silencer had
Muffled her voice
While from a distance, morbidly taking notes of
My own mortality in a state of gloom …
The pallbearers step forward.
Abundantly reserved, the grieving mother looks on
As white satin covers her precious pearl
Her heart quietly pulsating grief and
Her damp eyes choosing to hide
Behind shades, then with style
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