The Old Man
The old man journeyed to the park
Where all of his friends convened
He conversed with every pigeon
Because no one else would listen.
The old man always traveled light
Nothing more than lint in his pockets
and a mind no longer carrying the burden
of melancholy memories long forgotten.
Photo found in Google by my wife Allie. She challenged me to write about the old man.
The Stripper (100 Words)
The seductive stripper swayed onto the stage.
Her motions were as smooth as her glistening abdomen. Oscillating hips accentuated her beguiling figure.
Every graceful movement concealed her pain. Her sensual gyrations confirmed her loneliness.
Dancing to forget, she was poetry in motion.
She offered her nakedness to their lustful eyes.
Her sad eyes mirrored her dark and barren life.
Loud music reverberated in her heart like thunderbolts echoing in a cave. The songs failed to silence the cries inside her head.
The stripper communicated her passions through dance.
Unveiling her body to so many.
She revealed her soul to none.
And now back to the loving…
If Only You Were Mine
You sit there sad and lonely
forgotten by lost lovers
but painful memories never fade
afraid to love again
terrified to grow old alone
you shelter your heart
from all the hurt and pain
lovely girl unloved
you will forever remain
Now If it were up to me
I’d embrace your lonely hours
and wrap myself in a blanket
of their discomforting solitude
banish all your demons
erase every unforgettable scar
Turn your tears into wine
Possess your every nightmare
If only you were mine
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