Lexi's Loo

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

At Computer-6

The Grapefruit Tree In Bloom

The grapefruit blossoms send a dream into the air,
that sweeps up my eyelashes and swirls around my hair.
Such citrus wafting song makes one dash into a dare,
And end up in those places from a magical Neverwhere.

A flower paddles down in wind gently before my eye,
and with its graceful wandering my heart loosens a sigh,
for with the curves the posy falls in her path I do espy,
flows perfume sweet around her dance in generous supply.

And when she lays upon the ground a tear is gently shed
for life soon passing from her scent sunk into soil be bled
the petals of her dress do thin and follow with no dread
For she will come again next year on springs free wheeling sled!

Tuesday, February 9, 2010

At Computer - 5

The Deck at Present

King size bed,
Swimming up to sleep with you.

Queen size dreams,
From the days delicious doings.

All Jacked up,
From expeditions we beheld.

Ten heavy trees,
weighed down by drifting snow.

Nine lacy flakes,
Caught with tongue sticking out.

Eight flighty tracks,
Left by leaping doe in quiet wood.

Seven crackers left,
To fill my empty stomach.

Six breaths to take,
To catch up with the pace

Five wandering geese,
Flying overhead.

Four eyes looking,
Down the slopes with speed.

Three people calling,
Wait up for me.

Two skis sliding,
Waxing stripes into the powder.

One contented soul,
With deck in hand to play!

Friday, January 8, 2010

At Computer - 4

My Dreams are Keeping Me Awake

At night in my sleep,
My dreams are keeping me awake.
Through the sheets they do creep,
with lusty fingers they do take.

The nightmares shake the calm
while the dreams so wake the spirit;
that there is no way to palm,
slumber's song wishing I could hear it.

The body tosses and turns,
to find a perfect trance in repose;
but the ardor of concerns,
tosses my limbs with turned up nose.

To the wish for gentle silence
that passes so rarely on its way;
cradling my nervous penance
for things forgotten to convey.

If for only just a moment,
my tired thoughts allay;
then sleep, heaven sent,
would be the order on my tray.

And the dreams that keep awake
what should be put to bed;
would shut eyes for mercies' sake
to forget words left unsaid.