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  Luna Love Moon Moon what gift so bright to shine so high almost every night Except when hidden do dark to be So very very teasing us secretly Rising high in our Celestial Sea What shape each night dark or light Will you be, always high and free As you soar in soulful perpetuity? Your golden shape sometimes hides Behind the clouds earth supplies The other night, full and bright Our global shadow upon you did ignite A brilliant red gold titillation To be seen in every state & nation The tales humans have in their head Of you sweet luna, sung and said Enchant us with magical thought From ancient times without fault We praise you dear, dear round friend As you circle us again and again Much joy you bring upon this earth A treasure far beyond golden worth With love we thank you for the blessing Even when we land strange implements Upon you surface, or hit golf balls Like children hanging flags in the halls Right now glowing behind the hill Your spring half side peeks at our home b...

  Waterboy 🌊 Waterboy, Waterboy oh sweet joy where is that hardhead waterboy? I asked for a glass an hour ago with fizz, lemon and vodka you know Has he gone tizzy dizzy again and drank it all with a friend? His buddy is the bartender’s child a personality so meek and mild Tempted by my servant kind they both might be hard to find the last time this happened to me I found them dancing under that tree Said they were playing monkey soup dancing round circles, loop de loop like human pinwheels round and round surprised not fallen flat on the ground oh, but I do love that saucy boy when we play sailor and say ahoy filling merriment in our glass hoping all our troubles will pass I’ll go and look in five more minutes maybe he put gin and lime instead in it If not out I’ll go and see what he that he got a new playmate for ol’ me Maybe I should say we? Making two into we three! 🙈💝🙉💝🙊 Just for fun on this 18th day of March 2025 ©j.m. frase-white

Mammy Momma Sew Dreams of cloth a way of their time when Mother’s made and adventurous ones crafted clothes to wear wash, and hang on the line Blouses, Shirts, Skirts and Pants dance through their holy machines sometimes as delicate as a rose blossoming in garden rows a pallet of artist paint rivals colors of their seamstress state the reams of fabric make you dizzy pedal machines with rhythm feet or electricity buzz singing melodies creating our garments of so sweet Cloth to suit every fashion a joy of for bride or working man Even a kid like m, with shirt or ‘jamas filled with planets or cowboy dramas Ah, such bliss they did seem to have cutting from paper patterns the clothes we wore were hugs of love out of humble reams of cloth and hours of working devotion we thank you beloved Mom, Grandmom and all you gave to family and friends in a era when like a farmer’s crops gave with love life’s true demands thank you for the memory that filled my waking mind today we are so joyous in ever...

Words Sung in Paint & Print 🐦 I see he makes poems it rhyme That few will read or hear Tuneless songs skip a beat Treasure he still holds dear Such a blight it seems sometimes To play this game with himself Still he must type those words To sit upon his table or shelf Indeed like the sketches Or painting he fantasies Often in mind not on the desk A rash of creative disease Still the dream keeps coming on To actively paint of sing those words For love of life, like morning sunshine Infests the heart so I have heard To make it all understood To balance of the evil plight To make good indeed I say To fight the fight for what is right Not to hate and bloody slay For him, indeed, art is the light Facing earth  growing during the day Bring moon and star to light the night Indeed let him play with art today! Some loves to draw and paint that’s right to illustrate ideas, poems and tales Art is bird songs & wi...

 Sampson Strong 👿 Delilah Wrong ⭐ 🔯 ⭐ Yes he has tried to do it again To down columns to prove his point Only to realize, nagging Delilah says His body sags every strong joint I believe, I hear, or so they say Aging warps the body not the mind So listen to Delilah’s refrain The body sags, seems out of line She no longer beguiles nor dances Even when she craves his body strong But like her own she does see Youthful madness in not where they belong Once upon a time she cut his hair Blinded with God’s command so sharp No cursed scissors now in her hand She plays a heaven sounding harp Dances sorta going down the aisle  see her prancing, dancing no more Just when shopping for the food At the local wonderful grocery store She just has made breakfast my dear As he sits waiting at the table A stack of pancakes steaming hot Dripping butter, lovely syrup maple So do not worry now you see He has become her sacred husband gift She no long lifts violent cutting tools Any more that he he...

Arthritis (or Awful Uncle Arty Rightus visits again) 독🐕⽝ How quietly it sneaks upon Surprise cracks like a whip Upon joint finger swift With sudden alarm, bitter bite The fierce dog of inner realms Wagging a tail and barking You want neither to see nor hear           Growling stabs a knife bite of pain Villian of any age yet creeps Throughout this aging body With a sincere ugly game To tell you of fragility Of menace of despair The pills you take fly away It seems without remedy The medicine only now To tell you that you live In life surrounded not just by Cruelty, war and hate The human love you have for self Is wakened once again to sorrow Of the living and the good That somehow still holds a sway To keep your sanity at bay But never, so far, gone away 독 🐺 Monday 3 March 2025 ©james m. frase-white

  Night Falls 🌎 We paused as light fell down onto the earth the sky slowly drenched like water a silent black falls upon earth ☼ silence seemed to kiss farewell with clouds and color flight a beauty that sometimes glistens with gold spots and moon sweet light ✰ a light inside awakes beneath seems centered in heart or soul to float into our imagination dancing with visions in our head sometimes deeply dark as the sky or light as a moonlit cloud elusive planets in far heaven fancy our earthly vision anew with voices quiet or bombast clouds of sight of unheard light join the universe of creatures seeming like birds to fly human animal foreign beings become a living part inside the whole world that is you kissing vision on the nights of 13 & 14 February 2025 © james m. frase-white (Mixed Media:  When the Rainbow Escapes the Sky, jmf-w 2023)