and when singers wearing summer hats
bound through rustic high grasses in fields
plucking the daisies and marigolds
i want to wear your smile on my sleeve
and kiss you goodnight
under the crush of the beaming sun
Monday, February 21, 2011
Friday, February 18, 2011
Spiderweb Stanzas II
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
2 Days After Valentine's Day Playlist
Enjoy.
1. Marvin Gaye - Funk Me
2. Steve Arrington - Last Nite, Nite Before
3. Isley Brothers - Choosey Lover
4. Harold Melvin & The Bluenotes - Hope That We Can Be Together Soon
5. Minnie Riperton - Can You Feel What I'm Sayin
6. Bill Withers - Let Me Be The One You Need
7. Ken Boothe - Look What You've Done For Me
8. Patrinell Staten - Little Love Affair
9. Babyface - Whip Appeal
10. The Whispers - Say Yes
11. Luther Vandross - Love Won't Let Me Wait
12. Isaac Hayes - Ike's Rap III/ Your Love Is So Doggone Good
13. Love Unlimited Orchestra - Baby Blues
1. Marvin Gaye - Funk Me
2. Steve Arrington - Last Nite, Nite Before
3. Isley Brothers - Choosey Lover
4. Harold Melvin & The Bluenotes - Hope That We Can Be Together Soon
5. Minnie Riperton - Can You Feel What I'm Sayin
6. Bill Withers - Let Me Be The One You Need
7. Ken Boothe - Look What You've Done For Me
8. Patrinell Staten - Little Love Affair
9. Babyface - Whip Appeal
10. The Whispers - Say Yes
11. Luther Vandross - Love Won't Let Me Wait
12. Isaac Hayes - Ike's Rap III/ Your Love Is So Doggone Good
13. Love Unlimited Orchestra - Baby Blues
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Spiderweb Stanzas I
my poetry is a dreaming devil
shortsighted and sensuous
hoping only to grope your hand
and perhaps your innerwrist
shortsighted and sensuous
hoping only to grope your hand
and perhaps your innerwrist
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
To be thy lips is a sweet thing and small.
Thy fingers make early flowers of
all things.
thy hair mostly the hours love:
a smoothness which
sings, saying
(though love be a day)
do not fear, we will go amaying.
thy whitest feet crisply are straying.
Always
thy moist eyes are at kisses playing,
whose strangeness much
says; singing
(though love be a day)
for which girl art thou flowers bringing?
To be thy lips is a sweet thing
and small.
Death, Thee i call rich beyond wishing
if this thou catch,
else missing.
(though love be a day
and life be nothing, it shall not stop kissing).
- e.e. cummings
all things.
thy hair mostly the hours love:
a smoothness which
sings, saying
(though love be a day)
do not fear, we will go amaying.
thy whitest feet crisply are straying.
Always
thy moist eyes are at kisses playing,
whose strangeness much
says; singing
(though love be a day)
for which girl art thou flowers bringing?
To be thy lips is a sweet thing
and small.
Death, Thee i call rich beyond wishing
if this thou catch,
else missing.
(though love be a day
and life be nothing, it shall not stop kissing).
- e.e. cummings
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