Can anybodyjuxtapose the difference between a flush of cheeks or blush of wine or what they really mean? The crimson that is found in wine is caustic to the fruit The winery can tell you how it isn’t easy to compute But diligently waiting I listen to the man like a mushroom on a rotted stump where the sunlight doesn’t span I find out what it’s made of this wine I drink so fast I barely even notice how much time has really passed. I rise up to my feet and say thank you for the wine And thank you for the lesson My time with you was fine.
You only see my color not my insides, not my brain I pray that you will listen but my praying is in vain I’m worth more than you give me I’m worth more than you get I’m just another person How could you forget? When God put me before him I was a person with a heart But now that he’s not here I’ve had to find a place to start For God is with us always And it was in his plan To make us all remember It’s not the color, it’s the man.
For the visually challenged writer, the photo is of an elderly lady with a look of concentration on her face. Her arms are stretched out in front of her and she’s holding a camera in her hands attempting to take a photo with it.
Come on you nincompoop, I said to smile. What the heck is wrong with you? Your lips turn to stone?
Bethel, will you give me a minute to think here.
What the heck is there to think about? You turn your lips up and voila you have a smile. Now hold still so I can get this picture.
Bethel, you don’t understand me.
Aw, that’s all you ever say. Bethel, you don’t understand me. Bethel, you don’t listen to me. Bethel, you don’t cook my favorite foods…
Okay, okay. Here, how is this? (Bernard turns and pulls down his pants to show her a full moon)
Dirty old man is what you are! Now turn around and smile!
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My mind is flying high as I somersault through space Looking for eternity, I dash then my slow pace The planets soar right past me on my way straight to the moon Knowing of my mission, the end can’t come too soon. I embellish all my plans with a box that I can check To see if I am happy, I feel just like a wreck With my faithful pet beside me, relishing my speed We leave a trail of silver lightening, a flashbulb is my lead I act like a detective with a mission to complete Tips and tricks abound as I rise up to my feet I see the bed before me and know I was asleep But the dreams I had regarded remain there, buried deep.