Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Magpie #80 All That Remains

Dear Don John;

It has been a week since my last visit to our 'Room Above The Barber Shop".

I feel really poorly not having told you this earlier. I need to tell you this; I cannot tell you, but it is true, I cannot see you again.

Although my body aches for you many times daily, I can not longer meet you there at our special place.

Please do not cry...this is inevitable, there will be, there cannot be any more; no more of us.

Please do not try to find me, or call, or come by the house. We need to do this; you know this even if you do not recognize this yet.

Don John; there is no point in trying to pretend anymore.

I know that to see each other again will only prolong the pain.

Don John, I have tried, really tried, thought of all possible outcomes, but it always comes out the same; we must stop seeing each other like this.

You know, love, it will never work out. It just was not meant to be.

We are not meant to be together at this least not in this lifetime of pain and broken dreams.

And although our many heated rendezvous trysts were the most love I have ever known; it is over. There is no turning back; I've returned the key to your brother.

Tell your brother thanks for letting us stay in the unrented room, for leaving the key under the rug.

My time spent with you will always be fondly remembered and always cherished. The love you showed me was beyond life itself.

To say goodbye is the hardest thing I have ever attempted to do.

Quitting you is like going cold turkey, coming off a strong drug. The craving is incessant, non-stop. A cruel reminder that I am just flesh in bone wanting to become something other-than flesh and bone. My spirit always wants to know you and be with you in this climatic way, to rejoice in the love that we are, and will always be.

Maybe done in small increments. in a low temperature oven I will be able to come back down to reality. A reality I never wanted to have to face.

This night's rain reminds me of our stolen moments Above the Barbershop. As your soft kisses caress my forehead. As I melted into your heart.

The love I gave you will continue on, babe. As certainly as you had carried me to the top of the mountain, came and gathered the broken pieces of my soul and just as gently put my shining fragments back together again.

How tender your skin under my lips, the way you swept me off my feet, carried me up the top of the stairs like a cloud watching over us or you were drunk on our love. As you laid me down in the sheets of fresh linen, as we penetrated each other's souls, united our spirits in love.

The soft pedals on the bed will forever remind me how romantic a lover you truly are, and will always be; we shall always be this love. Love never dies.

John, you alone created this romantic ambiance in my sad and lonely life! It was you who made me see myself as I am, to truly appreciate the love in all things. You made my life that much more than I ever thought possible.

Thank-you for making my world alive with love again.

The doctors say I only have a few more months. This horrible truth, has wracked my brain and wrecked my life. I know this a cruel blow to you more than me.

As it was our love's promise to each other to love until death do us part. And death is knocking and wants it's part of me.

Please do not let life's inevitable cursing create hate within the our heart of love.

No more ceasing to create this lasting love we have built a fine castle in the clouds.

MY finality is not our finality, not so with our love. If you always believe in our love; and I believe you do, than you will hold the wheel true, keep it from spinning out of control; stay the course' remember how nice is dessert?

Hold me love, never let me go, always be with me now in this special place within our heart? Remember me my love as I will remember you!

One day we will shine as bright as the morning sun!

To prove this to you, my love, I will make this blood pac.

The truth be known!

That our love is the love of the cosmic centre, going beyond this mortal plane of existence into heavenly realms of lighted love.

And will all human strength find yours in ours with inhumane strength and intention's resoluteness; we are wholly in love.

This resolve, this deep-seated sacred love will live on; all you have to do is believe it!

Watch for me in the neon, in the amber, in the magenta light.

As I will return each night to you.

Watch for me as the sun sets in the evening as night encroaches like death is doing to me now and in the early morning when I return to you?

Soon my final light of day is no more.

Please light a beeswax candle for me then, and remember our love is like the bee that flies so far to find it's honey.

Soon you will feel a new love underneath you, and I will softly touch your right hand to let you know I am waiting for you and all is as it should be. Find comfort then.

A blaze of my crimson heart, our love in the sky, in the walkways you still wander a wonder how these bright blessing continue, from a dead soul alive in full spirited love now.

It is our love, love which makes all this magic; the supernatural flows like water over you and you are covered with this divine love.

You will find many signs and symbols found in magenta crimson and amethyst.

Note the passing of red umbrellas, in the reflected rain, upon the sea this light from the red-blue shift where I now reside.

Under this red umbrella and barbers candy cane sweetness in this district where our love always comes together we will make love forever. As it never stays the same, to grow stale like love can here. Always growing in love our originality never ceasing
The genius which is our love last past the last reflected surface holds a lighted candle to any image that would imprint upon our soul.

This love has cut me to the core of me, right down the middle of where I am.

Profuse is the bleeding that never stops out copious amounts of love for you.

It is in every moment, every time I feel your surrounding love for me that I want to tell you that I remember us as we were back then.

All through the surrounding fog, which defines us now, on the horizon, the sunset sky lights up.

As this unearthly light plays on the rocks, crossing the many plains, rivers, lakes, seas and mountains to find us when we are most alone.

Everywhere there is a magenta crimson blue flickering flame, there too, is our heart my dear love!

So please accept these magenta red roses, the fragrance of our essence,

As I am caught in this most difficult situation, please stay with me in heart-form thoughts? These unexpected times will not conquer that which I am.

As I am a life lived with a completeness, a fullness of love that will never be fully filled here so I must go on...

At the remainder of the day, a gentle nudge, a soft reminder.

All that remains now is my heart, my love.


Tuesday, August 30, 2011


Man has always counted with a divine element ...

Saturday, August 27, 2011

Dr. Joe's Interview With The Solar Flare Chick

Dr. Joe: Good evening! Tonight I have a very special guest in the studio audience. Solar Flare Chick has been a going concern on the internet for, what is it, ten years?

Solar Flare Chick: Yes, going on eleven!

Dr. Joe: Thanks for that update...Glad your are here this evening Solar. May I call you Solar!

Solar Flare Chick: I prefer Flare with a silent accent on the "e"

Dr. Joe: Well that's hot!

Flare: Yes it is! Very hot!

Dr. Joe: So what exactly it is that you do do. haha I said do do!

Flare: Hahah! Dr. Joe! Really!

Dr. Joe: Enough joking, yours is, I hear, serious business.

Flare: Yes, it is Dr. Joe. May I call you Joe?

Dr. Joe: Be my guest!

Flare: Where should I begin?

Dr. Joe: There has been some interest in the idea of the Solar Flares having a direct effect, in fact this week upon our earth weather; could you please explain how this happens Solar Flare Chick, er, Flare?

Flare: Certainly, Dr. Joe. You see it is like this; we had a Solar Mass Ejection, or CME (Conneal Mass Ejection) about a week before the Goderich Ontario tornado, which saw 3 days of intense weather, huge lightening storms in Toronto which cancelled the CNE and plunged the city into darkness. Don't forget the two earthquakes, the Virginia quake about 5.6 richter I believe and the Peruvian quake, being around 7 richter scale. Then today the pending Hurricane Irene making landfall, with huge evacuations and potential for great loss. All these storms and quakes have been due, in my theory to the recent solar flare from the sunspot activity.

Dr. Joe: Wow, this is really interesting, what else can the sun activity do.

Flare: Well I don't know about you, but have you noticed a prevelance in virus/bacteriological/fungal infections?

Dr. Joe: Being a doctor, I can say yes! I have heard that the West Nile virus has made a comeback within the past few days.

Flare: See? It is not difficult to understand that all these events have a porportional relativity to the recent solar flare activity of our sun!

Dr. Joe: Why does this happen and is there any way to stop the sun from going through this active phase. If we could figure this out we could save a lot of live, limb and property!

Flare: Exactly Dr. Joe! We are trying to do this. My team of researchers have been collating various data, or number crunching and we have determined that the correlation is more than 99 percent accurate.

Dr. Joe: Wow! That's better than most prescription drugs efficacy!

Flare: You could say that! The sun's activity at certain times of the year, we believe is due to the way the sun is relative to the energic system of the universe.

Dr. Joe: Whoa! You lost me Flare! Did you just say "the energic systme of the universe"? What's that? I've never heard of this before...

Flare: That's correct Dr. Joe. There is a very power force in our universe which has a direct effect on our sun, and the rest of the stars and other celestial objects activity.

Dr. Joe: Really? I'll have to get my mind around this one...hold on. Ok...go on.. (smiles and laughs)

Flare: Dr. Joe, I know you are going to flip when you hear what I've about to say next.

Dr. Joe: I can handle it (I think...)

Flare: Well it is the fact that the sun is now considered a active star, one that is variable; a variable star. In other words, it changes, is not consistent. In other words, it could, theoretically, nova at any time.

Dr. Joe: Yes, I've heard this. Do you know why this is?

Flare: We are beginning to understand the mechanisms of the sun. Until recently, the sun was misunderstood, and was considered a stable star.

Dr. Joe: Do you think this instability may have anything to do with the Mayan predictions of Dec 21, 2012?

Flare: Yes, I believe so. The ancients, and there were many collaborating prophesies, Hopi, Mayan, Nostradamus, and others who predicted that there would be a catacylsmic event somewhere around 2012.

Dr. Joe: So you believe that the sun is responsible for these earth changes, etc.?

Flare: Definitely. What I am interested is not the fact that the sun may have an "event" around 2012. Whar I am really interested in is that fact that we could, armed with this prophetic knowledge and newly found knowledge of solar activity understand the mechanism behind the sun activity and do something to change the effects as predicted. If this is, in fact, the case.

Dr. Joe: I certainly hope not but then again I am not putting my head in the sand either. I am really hoping that something can be done. What do you have so far?

Flare: So far Joe we have not tons of information to be honest. But we do have many people researching from many angles. Besides the scientists we have parascientific groups like remote viewers, scientists, etc looking into the situation.

Dr. Joe: What are the remote viewers doing? And could you please explain remote viewing.

Flare: Sure! Remote viewing is a new tool, well fairly recent, which is a technical way of looking into the future using the subconscious methods of opening up the third eye, or pineal gland to understand past and future events.

Dr Joe: Are these "events" that the remote viewers "see" always 100 percent accurate and are there ways to stop future disasters once they are "seen" by the remote viewers or psychics?

Flare: The accuracy rate of the remote viewers and trained psychics is fairly high, however, nothing is cut in stone. There are always open ended chance, and this is due to the fact of the karmic wheel of "free choice or free will". Everything being related to each other in a domino or butterfly effect. Simply put; a butterfly flapping it's wings in Brazil causes tsunamis in Africa. Something to that effect.

Dr. Joe: Beautifully said Flare. What kinds of things can we do now to stop solar flare activity?

Flare: There has been recent particle research at the Cern labs in Switerland. You may have heard; the "z" particle experiments? The group at Cern's accelerator lab is trying to isolate the most minute of particle physics.

Dr. Joe: What were their most recent findings?

Flare: I have not heard anything as yet, however, we believe that the information lately has been mind-boggling.

Dr. Joe: Please explain...

Flare: Well, Joe, there is this thing about the sun particles. Recently the sun has been spewing off more of these intense particles from the core. The particles get expelled (like a virus) from the core. It is as if the sun has a cold thus the sunspots and the sun sneezes these unwanted particles from it's core by way of the CME.

Dr. Joe: So it is the core of the sun we are talking about, not just the outside corona of the sun?

Flare: That's correct.

Dr. Joe: Where do you think these particles originate?

Flare: That's just the thing, Joe. We are not positive but we think that the particles are coming from deep with the sun and even further back.

Dr. Joe: Further back?

Flare: Right. Further back past the sun.

Dr. Joe: Past the sun?

Flare: Right...way past the sun. Look at the sun as an end dot on a huge black screen and then think of the sun as a dot of light which has a string attached to it. This string goes all the way back to the beginning of the universe; to the Big Bang.

Dr. Joe: Really? The sun is attached to the Big Bang?

Flare: Yes! Through the energy field. All stars are attached by energic strings to this core sun or energy.

Dr. Joe: I've heard that you also believe that there is more than one Big Bang, in fact there may have been many. You also feel that the Big Bangs produce or punch out another dimension each time they happen.

Flare: This is a theory in its early stages of hypothesis, yes.

Dr. Joe: So how are we going to stop solar flare activity armed with this new knowledge?

Flare: Well, if we can control the particles that are being admitted from the centre of the universe, somehow thorugh various methods proposed, we could, in fact, control the immediate and maybe the universe activity.

Dr. Joe: Isnt that playing God?

Flare: Isnt getting up each morning playing "god"?

Dr. Joe : I get your point!

Flare: Yes, if we can understand the way to relate to the sun via sound of 528 mhz, the sun having a personality, likes attention from humans in the form of thought forms and loving energy sent to the core. For some reason God has made us cocreators of the universe and we can play an active role in how the universe functions, smoothly or not it all depends on heart-vibrational energy.

Dr. Joe: Whoa! This sounds so...New Age or something!

Flare: yes, it is!

Dr. Joe: How did you find this information?

Flare: It is actually ancient wisdom for ancient sages in old manuscripts and on cuniform tablets found thoroughout the world.

Dr. Joe: Really?

Flare: Really!

Dr. Joe: Whoa!

Flare: Yes, it may be hard to believe, but I am including some very interesting tapes that I brought with me today for your perusal. I hope you find them more than interesting and that they awaken in you some ancient knowledge you may have hidden away in your mitochondrial dna.

Dr. Joe: Mitochondrial dna?

Flare: That's for another interview; it is really quite interesting though.

Dr. Joe: I bet!

Flare: Well, there is much I must do to get back to the Tachyon fields of the solar plasma shield.

Dr. Joe: I won't bother asking, my head is too full of this stuff already!

Flare: I understand.

Dr. Joe: I hope to have you back on Dr. Joe's Scmooze real soon; is that ok Flare?

Flare: Certainly; I'd love to come back to discuss Solar Flare Chicks discoveries.

Dr. Joe: I hope you do find the answers before the next solar flare!

Flare: Yes, Dr. Joes, I certainly will try to do this! Remember; all of us can send waves of love to the the core of the sun and to the very back of the sun into the core of the universe.

Dr. Joe: "BIG WOW"!!!

Flare: See ya!

Dr. Joe: Goodnight Ms. Flare.

Flare: It's Flare Joe, Flare.

Dr. Joe: Not now!

Flare: Very funny! Good night

Dr. Joe: Good night Flare. We'll keep in touch! Thank-you so much for all you are doing (at least it is something!). Join me tomorrow night for an interview with a vampire or is it a werewolf....Bob what is it? Night all! Don't forget Klaus Dona's video The Hidden History of The Human Race...Great tape Flare! Thanks again!

New Moon Spun Her Colours ~ One Lovin' Dream

New Moon Spun Colours

First there was a deep dark stillness
a blackness blacker than black
evading every open pore within
as the Milky Way pour forth
Alighted upon the shadows
these ghosts of the past

So the spin went
To Ghent
Spun out in Greece
Whipped Creme in Eclair

For this new moon slowly began to spin
vortex velocity
chakra colours spew henceforth
hewn from deep gems
found in cavernous places of heart-feltedness
cut and paste

from the left over corneal tears
I cried for my blindness to the truthfeltness
those who, like me, lacked 360 multi-dimensional vision
or chromatic sound variable hearing
or multi-sensory touch sensitivity
or scented aromatherapy liveliness
or tasted tongue salty beginnings
and sweet sweats langour of gladnesses lightest state of non-being
before disolving into a blur or brain fog

who came forth to match such untouched colours
a blend of incredible rework
from the core of blue violet magic
mix with cadmium red of some new alchemic principle
of the like which is unlikely unknown
Stuck a magnificient hue of St. Germain's
deep Violet pools eyes us
in the Magenta Tachyon Energy Fields

As all was in a constant change state
aswirl with the spin of had spun
and will spin on an on and on...
Alive with the death ray that feeds Life

this death ray purple violet
so intense is ultra violet
we have no degree of sight for her
only seen through methods of refracted trickery
not actually present in acuity or accurarians tablets
far removed from sight

or from any of our meager five senses
yet felt with a feeling removed
from the deserted street or bordeaux wine tableau
a table of fable found
a diamond planet looms from my gifted distance lover
a panorama of intense vibratory sound pallodrome
arched hornets optical illusions
gives us energies always charging us with our return
as loop de loop wolves howl to the winds created
by such vortices and fluxes
as sound of pan flutes mimic our ancient unknowns
unrecovered unless oen to the starry imprints on our skin
our celtic swirls and spirals
empower our going forth and return to place of centre

as all does come together
to spring forth from the pen's fountain head
central seating on the axis of is
rising up from the sea
to meet where we've always met
we meet at the place where all this existing

where all this stuff of dreams
relents to the truth behind our eyes
causes oceans to rise
to the apex of all that is now
the most now one can be
pushing past the thresholds of pain and fear of pain
to become one again
crossing the line to take up residence in the realm of

fresh breezes kiss our damp faces
sweltering in our heated passion
the desert deserts us
goes AWOL
another wall pushed through
to arrive here with you

and all ceases to exist or to become
as in this inky space of nonform and nondimension
this flatness of being described on bas reliefs
which did not give much relief
washed our bodies in the moonlit waterfalls
breeching dolphins called
come, my love to this place tonight
find your one true love has always been
a bean or kernel of truth
within your heart of hearts

one dear sweet sweaty night
unseated the only unity of peaceful universal love
unswervingly centred into the fray
the host of disarray
aligning now

as alone as I was in multiplicity of this silent grove
I did groove into you
grew tall
grew strong
grew too long a time

as either left or right left me empty
and lower my immunity to your polarized return
as if higher or lower than the central axis
of this earthwork worn
where all spins off into
a centrifical flight
of blood guts gory no glory
a flurry of fury rath upon
lack of possession of love's
lighted from unicorn sound particle
528 megahertz of non-hurt love plasma field
oh the zone that makes the bones turn to butter!

the only worthy array worth heading towards
to forward ho!
as we now succumbing to the coming storms
leave the coast tonight
take flight my minions of pigeons!
into the storm these sparks do fly!
and eventually find our non-living counterpart
our shadow allies with the sun tonight
as all polarities eventual
do, please, come together now

as within and as without
as internal as external
as eternal as forever
everlasting night of our souls
this darknest night of my new moon dreams
spring into fall
fall into spring
winter into summer
summer into winter
know the seasons turn turn turn
like the colour wheel
like the cardinal sheds his red blood feathers
upon the ground beneath our feet
the sky blue remains
caught in our eyes
the last sun flash
we awaken from the dream
to be what we know we always been
here all along
just hidden under mountains
of refuse

find the last refuge
be the most centred light of love
envision your magenta shield around you
feel the presence of your Creator
find the place that feels right
where you
fly far away from the fight flight and fright
for this material world's terminal decay
is just the beginnning of the gathering
of the sun's rays multiple arrays
opening slowly
each rung its own way,
its own song
each own description of perfected sound
upscale whole living in perfect harmony

as this final particle's final release
the last night of light left
from the room's core fireplace
the tunnel from wence we came in last
to be first where it counts
who could help us when here we whelped winced and cringed
waiting for the sun not to singe our tail feathers
afraid we would not be able to
nor physically get to that place of the sun
where wings melt our dreams
and we turn to dead-weight heap upon the lifeless rocks
who once held our potential script
of free flight
dream ticket out of the here and now
and into the endless potential of endless possibilities

once I was lost in the tribal woods
covered in the forest floor
my hair covered in last night's smoke
bitten by too many blackflies and mosquitoes
waiting for the rainbow trout to gulp mayfly shadflies
as they hit in great number the Impala's windshield
amassive of number of bugs leaving their life juice
as my burnished skin
left beet juice and iron ore oxizidized

into the life surrounding me fastly spinning too
unravelling the past secrets one turn at a time
one magic moment of miracle
one belief held in lieu
netime unseen
these realms of my dreams
the rocks so silent open the void
as devoid of seeming meaning or movement
yet in their silence; a truthfullness
silent sleepers
creeping slowly upon the unawares
hopping like hares through the tufty grasses
seeping these waivering images
brain waves steady patterned flow
heated energy trapped over the highway
like a mirage
like a mirror
like a miracle
so this can become that
to find shelter for self
within myself
to find you without me
as I brought you forward
into me
into you
into us
the deepest part
Goodnight Irene
you are the heart of me
Bogo free
go go free
get thee free

on a shelf behind the wind-blown wood shed
lives a bird with no half-shelf life!
found my full shell(threw aside ways the shelf)
climbed up to vantage point
to find this life full of life my love
peered through those stormy weathered appearances
petered out my window
dispelled the hurricane illusion with intent and purpose
pepper my tail feathers with faerie dust too soon to fly away
piper'd my tall fluted glass full of love songs
layered the lining of my heart
with many good things
the fullness of which is my wish
to always to feel full of the bliss
may our lives live on and on into one loving dream!


Monday, August 22, 2011

Magpie #79 Missouri Takes to the Beach

unidentified photo, found in a Missouri antique shop

Missouri Takes to the Beach

We'd all pile into the old Chevy
Suzie, Billy and me sweltering head for the beach
can't wait to take a dip!
from the hot Missouri scorching heat

We'd meet all our friends there
it's always gawfaw laughs and silly giggles
can't wait to take a dip!
from the hot sand under my toes that jiggles

We'd all buy malts and chips at the hotdog stand
and take the cold chicken lunch Mama had made
can't wait to take a dip!
from the hot dungerees that in this sun did fade

We'd rub Coppertone lotion onto our burning red skin
each taking a turn to do each other's back
can't wait to take a dip!
from the hot and intense sun there is no lack

We'd play hop-scotch dawn to dusk
all we did was play, play and play
can't wait to take a dip!
from the hot sand burning my feet today

We'd all had enough of this fun-in-the-sun
had to head back down the long winding road
can't wait to take a dip!
from every crack and crevice what a sandy load


It's time for the Beach! Come on everybody and hop into the car! We're all having a ball at the beach! Go here;

Thank-you Tess Kincaid of Magpie Tales for this fun photo prompt!

Beach Ball

Sunday, August 21, 2011

Magpie #78 Paint Me a Rainbow with The Hollies

Paint Me A Rainbow

(sung to Bus Stop by The Hollies 1967)

Paint Day
He's There
I'd Say

Please paint
all my

Rolls stops
Rollers go
Please stay
Paint me

Under my paint roller

All that painting
we did sweat it

slop and slap and shine

That Paint Roller
We hired it
By August we were fine

Every morning
I would see him

Rolling on the paint

Sometimes he'd stopped
And he would show me
what he got

Other people gawked

As if we were quite cracked

Someday we same

And ours are going to be the name

Thats the way
the wall got started

silly paint to do

Thinkin' of a wall to do

Beginning with you

Came the saffron
the blue was melting

No more painting now

Nice to think
that that
Paint Roller

Led us to a WOW!


Painted Rainbow

Monday, August 8, 2011

Mgpie #77 Waiting For Destiny ~All Summer Long is An Eternity

Summer Evening, Edward Hopper, 1947

How keenly he admired her pink tap dancer outfit
All the while she appealed to his need to be a comfort
Standing, no; slightly leaning on the balcony rails
absorbed by this fluid minute the moment stuck

on these two love-struck teenagers

They'd always be the two
they were "the two"
The Lovers of the 40's
a duo worthy of slapstick comedy
barely managing to pay attention
to the world's axis
or the world's spin of events

as spun for the record player; deeply grooved
listening to the hits of the day
The top 40 of the 40's
on Grandma's old RCA Victrola
or Grandpa's old wooden tube radio
listening Charlie McCarthy or The Shadow
on these walls painted by pioneers
the old classic radio shows

This night a deep hush fell over the stars
up the stairs into the very barn-wood grain
leaving a musty smell of cedar
as Mama left open the hope chest
nobody knew
Bobby would soon go to war

the farm dangled on the edge of this precipice
just around the corner of World War II
global-go-round who could tell then
who'd lost or who'd won?
a far cry from last years laconic
hazy days of summer
and pre 18
B52's blazing trails
left no smoke to render asunder

it had to be so
The Parents were in a deep summer slumber
too hot to do much else this year
keeping their distance lest they stick
like flies on flypaper
or moths singed by the bonfire
Bob and Jill were an item I reckon to guess

as the porch light silhouetted their lanky figures
there would be an official time
to turned off the porch light
prying father at the 11th hour
could get incrementally loud as the minutes lingered longer

"Don't you know it's way past eleven?" the gruff father lamented

"I'll be in a minute Dad" churled the girl

Bob leaned back even farther
almost falling backwards clumsily
appearing nonchalant the whole time
demeanor being everything then

So slowly and smoothly he danced over
smooth as silk
criss-crossing the railings like Fred Astaire
She gingerly playing the game
keeping time
The Lovers
every movement in this still moment
an exacting dance of frozen steps
a whirlwind courtship sustained by summer's doldrums
a study in steady they went around together
romance under glass

the porch's bannister held easily his Frank Sinatra weight
so methodically distancing himself from her
just in case the front screened door slammed
and the father soon to appear
catching them in the act

Chasing her with friendly pokes
Coaxing her with flirtatious compliments
chasing her round this merry-go-round porch
Bob felt especially gay tonight

Waiting for these quiet moments to steal real intimacy
like he had stolen second in the outfield today
occasionally the conversation
returned to the events of the day
the returns of the day left-over from the morning dew
but it was night and time to lay a wet kiss on Jilly thought Bobby
He'd return the next night and the next repeating the same repast
Bob would always show up

he'd be stoking the fires of her desire one day soon
fanning her mount-to-the-sky-high red-hot flames of passion

nudging ever closer to get a chest-full of her essence
a whiff of her Chantilly lace perfume
She was a cheerleader He, the brazen boy of the debating team
a farmer's son turned gentleman caller
a beau of the summer passing the hours
helping his Pa with gopher work and agricultural labour
driving the John Deere here and there
planting weeding tilling til the cows came home
if they did, then he'd have to milk them

Bob would often catch a glimpse of her over at the Five and Dime
While she'd coyly positioned her lithe-body like a snake goddess
undulating, ringing in his dime spent
keeping the nickel he left for her
She seemed so coquettish to him
while she served him Coke floats or Orange Whips
dressed in her waitress uniform
pleasing him all summer long

This evening hung like a painting by Hopper
and nearly more real than the pixies dust in her eyes
a photographic stillness may never detail
the lack of focus
this night played hazy, dreamy, languid
Into this casual night The Lovers
iconographed themselves

hug over the pale mood
as things were still buzzing
moths to the porch flame
fireflies flash-bulbed the two hearts
bright lights synchronized the space
entwining The Lovers in this stop-action game

The casual after-dinner mint julep
The Lovers portrait
A patchwork quilt of Americana
their sensibilities set the stage
A glimpse into this night, long past
staged via balcony time portal

we'd all hope to meet
ourselves like this
captured on film or paint or some other art form
to return one day

roll the film!
magic takes silence
and a firm conviction
in the suspension of disbelief

yet silent runners this unravelled slice of life
silver screen film stillness bore
leaving only an etched reminder
the remainder
of once which was indeed once upon a time
fairy tales do come true in the big picture show

figures that in the foreground
vanish into thin lines
just by that small point on the horizon
there a puff of smoke evaporated
into the background of inky density

hoping to meet up with our past
hoping to lead to further understanding
hoping one day to climax this relationship

we will have them wed to forever
in our minds
they will stay youthful
forever lallygagging in a conjugal bed
we see them wed one day
can you image the size of that picture frame?

The flash of neon farm lights
tractors left on cut swaths of light
through the fabric of time
the scent of new mown hay
maybe a skunk or two under the porch
"This ain't the way we were was it?" asked debutante Jill

Down on the Farm Broadway
Boogie Woogie on the porch swing time
A lively livery lane of vegetable and animal cornucopia
all merging into this diorama

The Lovers are Dormant by the Welcome Home doormat
This frame by frame within a frame
Technically correct yet evading the life
for this still life portrait

That which they were
where they lived
was capture like a rabbit in a humane trap
keep with Grannies doilies

"Please stand still for posterity sake!"
Hopper the art director would yell
"Picture Perfect; all is lovely as a Corn Flake Box"
His uncanny good looks acting a part in his own art

The Lovers for all eternity would stand
reappear with each mirrored glance their way
on walls in halls in balls these art dolls
For their right to be just who they appear to be
Without any notion or motion or excess need to critique

Captured in this way, like deer in the headlights
The Lovers are frozen
tender and loving
Yet not fully able to render any emotion
we are the ones who lather them into the forms
they have become
and explain away
any self-consciousness or awkwardness
they'd have if they knew we were looking

now appearing nightly
stuck on pleasantries
even the evening lark's mimicry
comforts her by his comfortable stance
her pretty-in-pink precociousness
She would have tap danced all night
Save for her father's demanding voice
She'd forever fan his flames of desire for her too
this Eve's temptress in slinky satin
bronzed by the sun gods

she'd play with his heart
tap all night across his chest
beating like a drum inside him
inside her inside him
they would eventually let each other in

"if this summer's night would only last a little bit longer"
Jill echoed breathlessly echoing back to her; only her own voice

"How 'bout forever?" Bob whispered softly into her moist and humid ear only to hear the all encompassing sound of silence echoing from the distant horizon and the forever-after internalized within and externalized without; merging reality of a forever summer lost in eternity.


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Thank-you Tess Kincaid for this picture painting prompt!