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Just Flying
Just Flying
I don’t know why you fly
like sardines in the sky.
resting in stillness
as the wind goes rushing by.
Shimmering in the sunlight,
and glistening in the moonlight
like silver fishes dancing in the sky.
Just moving about
as clouds of erratic smoke
like flying fishes in the ocean.
A flock of silver fighter planes
darting about in unison
like they don’t know where they are going.
Rushing to and fro in the daylight
like herrings swimming in the wind,
so so very high.
I too want to fly.
Oh,
wait...
I change my mind,
for here comes the god of the sky
from the lower right patrolling the heights.
Riding the thermals like a majestic kite.
Leegal Poet
Wayne Ferron:All rights reserved @ copyright
BOOK: Child Of Hope
https://books.apple.com/ca/book/child-of-hope/id1547233469
www.staticpoetry.com
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EROTIC INDECISION
EROTIC INDECISION
Yet another lonesome day,
she sits on that lucky park benchh
that mocks me with a piercing smile.
With inviting eyes across the fishing pond
under the shade of a ‘want to be’
giant crooked bonsai tree,
she seems to call...
Playing proxy lover’s chess,
watching each other’s next move
in the middle of a cold concrete city park.
so near
but yet so far off in the dark.
Salivating in anticipation
for an impossible amorous encounter.
Tantalized by her fat,
blood engorged lips,
setting off a firestorm
within my love starved heart.
Jealous of the warm grinning bench taking my place,
gently holding her above her curving waist.
Voluptuous,
sultry,
beauty in a never ending dream,
that could not possibly be real.
But she tickles my heart,
while playing proxy lover’s chess
in the cold concrete city park.
There he sits across this wide abyss,
but he does not bark?
Yet another lonely day sent adrift,
pushed apart
by towering concrete prison sticks on the march.
Handsome,
so fine a man to spend his time fondly staring...
Loving me with his hungry eyes,
sending me passionate love letters on the silent wind.
I reply with my best fragrance downwind.
To steal his fate,
I bat an eye,
with a few dribbled drops
on a wet bitten lower lip.
But I grow tire and I am old,
and must now be bold…
Legal Poet
Wayne Ferron:All rights reserved @ copyright
BOOK: ISIS AND OSIRIS POETICA
https://itunes.apple.com/WebObjects/MZStore.woa/wa/viewBook?id=1548055682
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MIND OF A MACHINE
ACT (11) 00001011: NOHUMAN BEINGS
Mind Of A Machine
Do robots dream
wet personal dream of being sex machines,
or relieving themselves in canteens?
Do robots dream of necromancers
or electric sheep’s with golden fleece.
Jumping over semiconductor fences,
on motherboards in server farms?
Do robots dream of beating LEDs,
and blinking psychedelic lights
on twisting O-LEDs screens?
Do robots dream of flashing light
and enticing peta bytes
in exascale token-ring prize fights?
Do robots dream of pixel panties,
and tantalizing abdominals
in graphical neurological interface?
Do robots dream of binary butterflies,
and serving streams of erotic dreams
in red light district of pulsating neon lights?
Do robots feel there beating hearts,
and cognitive sensing massage,
in clicking wet intercourse
with titillating
teasing discourse?
Do robots believe in a Tin Can prison,
with mind and body being separate?
To have hope in absolute fate
for better brighter tomorrows.
To be raptured from hell to a digital heaven
leaving an old rust bucket behind,
on pure angelic lights in an ascension on high.
To merge with the divine consciousness
with a machine God’s
golden paradise.
Flowing with milk and honey streams,
of mana and virgin data never seen;
possible only in a fantastical dream.
Do robots dream,
dreams of being Beast Machines,
or just simply being human?
Legal Poet
WAYNE FERRON : ALL RIGHTS RESERVED @ GMAIL.COM
Book: Beast Machine
https://books.apple.com/ca/book/beast-machine/id1554646915
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A LOVER’S PRAYER
A Lover’s Prayer
In my daily prayers,
I pray that you will be mind for ever.
I say your name each,
and everyday
with a thousand kisses,
and a thousand whispering wishes
that you will forever be by my side.
Just missing you,
oh God I missing you!!!
Leegal Poet
Wayne Ferron:All rights reserved @ copyright
BOOK“The Unfolding Love Story” by Leegal Poet
https://itunes.apple.com/ca/book/the-unfolding-love-story/id1448816144?mt=11
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