I've finished life's chores assigned to me,
So put me on a boat headed out to sea.
Please send along my fishing pole
For I've been invited to the fishin' hole.
Where every day is a day to fish,
To fill your heart with every wish.
Don't worry, or feel sad for me,
I'm fishin' with the Master of the sea.
He sat in a wheeled chair, waiting for dark,
And shivered in his ghastly suit of grey,
Legless, sewn short at elbow. Through the park
Voices of boys rang saddening like a hymn,
Voices of play and pleasure after day,
Till gathering sleep had mothered them from him.
About this time Town used to swing so gay
When glow-lamps budded in the light blue trees,
And girls glanced lovelier as the air grew dim,-
Kanzo Makame, the diver, sturdy and small Japanee,
Seeker of pearls and of pearl-shell down in the depths of the sea,
Trudged o'er the bed of the ocean, searching industriously.
Over the pearl-grounds the lugger drifted -- a little white speck:
Joe Nagasaki, the "tender", holding the life-line on deck,
Talked through the rope to the diver, knew when to drift or to check.
Kanzo was king of his lugger, master and diver in one,
Diving wherever it pleased him, taking instructions from none;
In England once there lived a big
And wonderfully clever pig.
To everybody it was plain
That Piggy had a massive brain.
He worked out sums inside his head,
There was no book he hadn't read.
He knew what made an airplane fly,
He knew how engines worked and why.
He knew all this, but in the end
One question drove him round the bend:
Oh, I can smile for you, and tilt my head,
And drink your rushing words with eager lips,
And paint my mouth for you a fragrant red,
And trace your brows with tutored finger-tips.
When you rehearse your list of loves to me,
Oh, I can laugh and marvel, rapturous-eyed.
And you laugh back, nor can you ever see
The thousand little deaths my heart has died.
And you believe, so well I know my part,
That I am gay as morning, light as snow,
Delightfully adorned as you walked down the stairs with grace
and I looked on in wonder as your beauty filled the place.
I found you so attractive and my heart began to race
when you looked at me with a lovely smile upon your face.
During that brief moment time itself stood so still in space
and I'll forever hold that fond vision in my memory's embrace.
shadow of a smile
a selfie in plum shadows
dusky deep fragrance
living on the edge of June
thrills under the moon
a perfect moment captured
An accent can change a whole statement
A comma can alter the whole meaning
A small word can make things different
And a smile can enhance sightseeing.
An apostrophe can emphasize the beauty
Of a place, a noun, a country or a city
An atom can destroy our world, nothing
Is too teensy to destroy a life or a building.
Don’t smile with me if you don’t want to
Because I am not a mirror
Don’t be like a bluffer who gives me a black smile
A strange, nervous and abnormal smile
Because I am not a josher
Show me the genuine emotions of you
Give me something normal or natural
I am not asking for anything special
Just be yourself and I will appreciate it
Don’t give something unusual and vile
I have never seen one
I have never seen a colored smile
I have never seen a white smile
I have never seen a black smile
I have never seen one
But I have seen a few beautiful smiles
Oh! It feels good when a woman smiles
Especially one who has style
Charisma, elegance, intelligence and a nice profile
I mean one who is not contumelious or vile