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sábado, 9 de marzo de 2013
Natural Flirting
My soft, tender, sexy skin
was amorously kissed
passionately by
the seductive sun.
As there lips did meet and mate
there chemistry waxed
and they breathed heavily
panting and sweating
till they plunged each other
into a wild weird ecstasy.
What a kiss!
domingo, 2 de diciembre de 2012
Glad I am to greet the sun ...
Glad I am to greet the sun.mp3
Glad I am to greet the sun,
rising this day this beautiful morn,
sending its light through my tall trees
and dappling its beams upon my lawn.
Thanks be to all that makes this so,
filling my yard with such a day,
as through my lens I capture light
with all its sparkling jewelled display.
Glad I am to greet the sun,
rising this day this beautiful morn,
sending its light through my tall trees
and dappling its beams upon my lawn.
Poem & Photo & and Voice reading (MP3) ... by John lokutus prime
Glad I am to greet the sun,
rising this day this beautiful morn,
sending its light through my tall trees
and dappling its beams upon my lawn.
Thanks be to all that makes this so,
filling my yard with such a day,
as through my lens I capture light
with all its sparkling jewelled display.
Glad I am to greet the sun,
rising this day this beautiful morn,
sending its light through my tall trees
and dappling its beams upon my lawn.
Poem & Photo & and Voice reading (MP3) ... by John lokutus prime
An English Garden In November ...
The Sun rose up On the trees this morn.mp3
The Sun rose up
On the trees this morn,
Filling their
Branches with
Gold tinged dawn
The frost has
Bitten the
Lawn last night,
Tasting green blood
As it held the
Grass tight.
My bedroom's windows
Are smeared with the kiss
Of Night's embrace,
From it's cold abyss.
The blackbird digs
With her amber beak,
In the armoured ground
For something to eat
And the robin darts out
With its warning "chit chit",
Blush on his chest
Like a flame, newly lit.
The Sun rose up
On the trees this morn,
Filling their
Branches with
Gold tinged dawn.
Poem and Voice reading (MP3) (c) John lokutus prime
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