Rhyme-and-Reason

my heart's adrift in petals, flower-framed while feelings fruit as cultivars unnamed, the hue symbolic, brighter than the sun and pure as muted pastels do not run oh, do not run from me, dear unashamed, hold not the thorns that leave the hand inflamed but by the budding let your hand be claimed by one whose promised bloom is just begun whose heart's adrift in petals, flower-framed and even counting all the ways proclaimed in petals and in poems fair and famed these fade when plucked, their lives all dead and done their colors run and all is dyed in dun we'll live for longer, hear what I proclaimed for hearts adrift in petals, flower-framed

Can (Morning Mail) can the tender mercies come to one who rebuffs and repels all that come will it come in the morning mail along with the junk and envelopes if so will I recognize it or simply discard it I know not the answers but enjoy the questions

Whose princely air proudly Passed the sea in freefalls, Who sought peace, sword flaming, Striking words like forgefalls, Pride of Berk, battleworn, Breathing life where strife falls, Prized by Líf in prayer: Their pressed lips, blessed footfalls.

Roald Dahl Wrote books that were never banal. My favourites are The Witches And Matilda, which had me in stitches.

Sadie plays with her dolls, but her dolls cannot talk. She plays with her dolls, but they cannot walk. Sadie plays with her dolls, but they cannot see. She plays with her dolls, but they cannot breathe. Sadie plays with her dolls, but they cannot sit. She plays with her dolls whom cannot live. Sadie plays with her dolls, but what is this all around Liquid red like her hair; it clots without sound. Now Sadie plays with her dolls, but they are not whole. She does not know dismemberment of the blackened soul. Now Sadie is a bright young girl who sees this as a game, Though what she does not know is she plays with its shame. And Sadie's dolls loo

Some tempests brew behind clouds of shame And stormy skies precede mortal rain, And of summer, who has greater claim? Them who faced every season of pain? Perhaps those weary of grief or snow: Icing of the Earth, in joy, in woe, Sunshine is then praised in colder lands Soft warmth pleases both; our hearts and hands. And two lovers on a wintry day Will never be charmed by comely spring, And winter can color with brilliant gray   A silence where the larks used to sing. We know not that we paint the skies With elements of our own device, We muse upon our lives to find Climate is the weather of the mind.

You held my head up, always free And eyes of fire alight with love Held forth the truth in fall, for me. The leaves burst red light heavenly, Which filtered through the boughs above. You held my head up, always free. Embraced in essence of the sea, The tenderness like waves, though rough, Held forth the truth in fall, for me. My wings awake to hues like these And cold, clear air is life enough: You held my head up, always free. In fall, like this, my devotee, While night fell round us like a glove, Held forth the truth in fall, for me. I fell to kisses, night, and thee: Nor shall I lose what we're made of. You held my head

Yeah I'm Stupid!: Indeed you are absolutely superior. A divine being, more intelligent, Learned and completely right in everything you say about me. However, if I might be permitted to — as they say in slang — "Drop the beat", then I'd like to show you my own style of doing things. Art thou ready for this my sibling from a different parent? - Sir can I have just a moment of your time? I think I lost My will, let me sit and bust a rhyme — rappin' like I'm Edgar Allan singin' Raven songs, thank god I have a life and love that keeps me really strong. See I Understand the fact that you may not like the things I do, Str

  I play your part and you play mine, We dissolve in each other like a rhythm divine You be in my heart and i be in your mind I be yours and you be mine.

I am so tired, But I cannot sleep, I wish to cry, But I do not weep, I am hungry, But food won't come, I wish to leave, But I can't run. I am trapped, In a world so free, I hate myself, For being me, Can't help but wish, For no more pain, For lifeless loss, and dead man's gain.