I prefer red chile over my eggs
and potatoes for breakfast.
Red chile ristras decorate my door,
dry on my roof, and hang from eaves.
They lend open-air vegetable stands
historical grandeur, and gently swing
with an air of festive welcome.
I can hear them talking in the wind,
haggard, yellowing, crisp, rasping
tongues of old men, licking the breeze.
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1.
A red button isn’t to be pushed,
and I knew it the first time our eyes met.
I can’t not…..
We talked so effortlessly, instantly familiar.
Like remembering.
I nonchalantly sent you that weather forecast for the northern lights, just to have an excuse to text you.
When I get home I lay still staring into the ceiling, you roll around my mind uninvited.
A solitary ping pong ball in a storm.
......
(In Memory of a Commission)
Help for a patriot distressed, a spotless spirit hurt,
Help for an honourable clan sore trampled in the dirt!
From Queenstown Bay to Donegal, O listen to my song,
The honourable gentlemen have suffered grievous wrong.
Their noble names were mentioned -- O the burning black disgrace! --
By a brutal Saxon paper in an Irish shooting-case;
They sat upon it for a year, then steeled their heart to brave it,
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DANCINDA.
"NO, fair DANCINDA, no; you strive in vain
"To calm my care and mitigate my pain ;
"If all my sighs, my cares, can fail to move,
"Ah! sooth me not with fruitless vows of love."
Thus STREPHON spoke. DANCINDA thus reply'd :
'What must I do to gratify your pride?
'Too well you know (ungrateful as thou art)
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DANCINDA.
" NO, fair DANCINDA, no ; you strive in vain
" To calm my care and mitigate my pain ;
" If all my sighs, my cares, can fail to move,
" Ah ! sooth me not with fruitless vows of love."
Thus STREPHON spoke. DANCINDA thus reply'd :
'What must I do to gratify your pride ?
'Too well you know (ungrateful as thou art)
'How much you triumph in this tender heart ;
'What proof of love remains for me to grant ?
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Part 1
Upon the palace roof he walked around
for his poor restless soul no sleep had found.
But then those eyes of his all red and sore
could not believe the lovely sight they saw.
For there across the rooftops he could see
a woman as naked as she could be.
He had to pinch himself to make sure
that it was no apparition that he saw.
......
I didn't see you naked that night.
I felt all my strength in your sighs.
You were biting your lips, at the glimmer of moonlight fading through the window.
I saw that you wanted me lustfully.
Your skin is so soft and white.
Your breasts bulge from my lips.
Your hair is tied below your shoulders.
Your white thighs wrapped around me.
Oh, how passionate and timid you were that night.
Your lustful lips prevented me from falling asleep.
......
Your breath catches up
Your scent is annoying
If only I wasn't the innocent me I would have crushed your fingers in a worldly
moan
Unfortunately I'm not an angel—instead I'm impressed as the incarnation of
bedbugs
As if I have a passion to transmit the essence of lust
If you're not my lover, I'd better go to mbah shaman to complain or to the sea
it's better
There I found jellyfish, dolphins and their inhabitants
......
Out of a dust cloud, kicked up by the revelry of midsommar.
Legs like a roaming leopard, caressed by the gentle breeze.
Golden locks, golden mane, from the dust she came.
She sparkles, like glitter under hot lights
Painted lips, beckoning you in, to a newfound feeling; a sense of love I'm feeling.
......
1.
A red button isn’t to be pushed,
and I knew it the first time our eyes met.
I can’t not…..
We talked so effortlessly, instantly familiar.
Like remembering.
I nonchalantly sent you that weather forecast for the northern lights, just to have an excuse to text you.
When I get home I lay still staring into the ceiling, you roll around my mind uninvited.
A solitary ping pong ball in a storm.
......