A perfect soul

She takes My breath Away.

All the words of all the heavens and the outer space, None BUT Gillian

Take a walk sweet angel.

I sit here and watch her lost eyes
Flickering with the disco ball
A hundred globes round a merry go
I see the shadow of her bonnet covering the eyes
Yet a hundred globe lights will not outshine her star
In stealth mode I read her minds, keystrokes by stroke
I feel her soul wailing and mourning, She want to go
She want to be in a journey of a million light years
Her heart is strong and fighting the vices of the globe lights
The Echo of the buffers and the swagger and sways of street walkers
They fill the place and reminiscent the recreating of the red lights
In a way, I tell myselfThis is right, in a way
I want the music to stop for her
I want the lights to dim and watch the glitter of her eyes
I want the echoes of wailing and mourning from her soul to stop
I have a fifty in my wallet, it too much to pay the price
I will, if I can give her the fifty, Pledge to pay the bearer in demand
I cannot, her pal tell me o’er the moon, she is fresh
She won’t be a street walker, but this is a brothel
A silent prayer for her is all I do; hopefully she will get to walk dear Lord.
Take a walk sweet angel.


Love
Richard

~~~Writen on a crowded smokey Brothel in Hillbrow Jo'burg, for a young beautiful Zimbabwean Lady ~~~~

Worst Poetry

She is venomous and sultry and beautiful and ugly
Her overflowing voluptuous sultry silhouettes her truth
Snow flakes and dandruffs on an old rag
Herself only knows why old rags cleans best
Do not hold me back little snake
Venom spewing in your quiver
Fangs raised to destroy and banish

Love
Richard

...from an old Love gone sour, old men doth conquer with dundrufs and all.. or is it sour grapes?

A Minute with Time

Together with this intrepid time, with…
These rolling hills freckled with almighty brown earth, with...
These gracious ever green valleys freckled with vines, with...
This misty spring life splendor freckled with morning dew, with...
These dreams of energy freckled with positive minds
These times are my times freckled with happiness
These are your moments too...

Tic Toc Tic… Savor it passionately my beloveds.
Its is only a moment!

Love
Richard

Letter to Gatonye

To my dearest Gatonye

I embrace this moment with compasion my dear Gatonye,
As I write to you this letter
Accept my Love and best regards to you wherever you are.
Before I rumble here, I wish you the best in life
And your family, Most importantly to your two daughters
Jamie and Gillian. May the lord almighty bless them abudantly in all seasons.
My very Love to your ever smiling Martha, a tulip in winter.
A rock where your house lays its very foundation
A Lover's humility, compassion and all the nice words of the world
A deseart oasis in sand storms, where water floweth year round.
The very begining of charity and hope and happiness.
I truelly can write more but time will not allow,

Love
Richard


...to be continued

Gillian's Little White Shirt

Gillians little white shirt was on the line last night
Free styling on every whoosh of the wind
Snow white soft and and free


I cant get enough of Gillian's little white shirt.

Love
Richard

~~Gillian's tiny outfits just does it for me, I love you Whispersnapper~~~

Shanganess Park

I look for words dear Blanca
A sigh of not relief but
An avalanche of memoirs, mostly the joyous celebrations
Magical moments resonating over these ragged minds
Not long time ago, your word was a world to my soul
It is now silhouetted shadows of distance battle fields.
Like a bronzed statuettes of yesterday foot soldiers
Mine on a rock scribbled Anta Habibi Shanganess!
Tweeting birds tweets merrily while they shit on my chiseled shoulders.
I’m only a vagrant in your immaculate green lawns
Allow me peasant to lay in a piece of your heroin’s corner
In loving memory, write your words in stencil
Across my broad shoulders, here lay the Sword eternal
And eternal will I smile in rain wind and the summer heat.



Love
Richard

~~Allowing those special to be with the other guy and wanting to not let go, better sleep tight on a cold cold Cementry named after her~~~

Blog I run nemore

remember the days I was your sundowner and the dew in your mornings.
the days when hot flashes were on me, you reigned supreme.
I gave you my anger hate to love.
I run onto you hoping to get pity my friend.
Today sunny, we are even and I still Love you more
Its just the otherday, I said, its a comeback.

Love
Richard