Petals. Of Adoration

Petals of Adoration
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Yes, I admit,
I have never seen lovely hair
sprouting healthily from your bright head
I have seen beauty in you, in the untouched,
serene gardens of your body

Before, I thought there were measurable quantities
of smiles and laughter for any day
Today, I don’t only have a soul mate,
but you are a companion,
to the treasures of our ultimate perpetual happiness
As we continue to rejoice in the new dawn
New beginnings,
Alfa but no Omega

You are the singing bird
A nice morning surprise
From the almighty, you are my breath

I will pray and pay for your protection
I will guarantee strong facades
For our love has become coveted a treasure
More precious than gold and diamond

AS I breathe again, I have a better story
I will tell our unborn beautiful babies about you
About the gardens, the green fields
The rains and flowers
The splendid petals of our love

Today, Baby
I Spell my love, so everlasting
For You
Je t’adore toi…

~ © Morice, 2006

Narcissistic Vestige

Narcissistic Vestige
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Be it when I spruce up
Or as I strip off

What do I sense?

Candor
Valor
Glamour
    and internal tremors
Of love
   for
Me.
Myself.

~ Dr Morice, 2009

Pointless Pursuit

Pointless Pursuit
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she is gorgeous and presentable,
a radiant fire on the stove

she is girl in the hood
an encounter that bring your senses to adulthood
man, was it from your obliging manhood
or your balls reasoning like a car with no hood?
her simple smile and you figured her in the woods,
and your face and mind smouldering into a boob?!
surely, you’ll have made a fire, from your own firewood.
ya nini kujikaanga kwa mafuta yako mwenyewe?

yes, the world understands your gallantry
and you are right, uncle told tales of a man of agility
but always measure your wits and balance your gait
times come when one only tests with the weaker foot
lest your brain gets that extra frown,
or your face just another gyrus.

otherwise, how do you tame
a lovely ‘wild’ bird – that soared the love skies,
while you were busy teething?

© Dr Morice, 2009

Margins of Separation

Margins of Separation
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Being a man of delight
I smiled even in my time of rest
but why the effort?
for boded is the ultimate wilt,
then, absent is the nourishment.
Her eyes aren’t present!

When you are missing Baby,
sands wash away
and beaches sink

sprits become so galling,
marking my global “dew arming”
a feeling itself so desolating.

I remain expecting the eyelid twitch
or will my hand-itch?
Baby, must one wait the entire epoch?
‘coz my dreams while I’m on the bench
and this nail biting crunch
end with a glimpse of sight so to bewitch
your endowed mantrap

separated by distance
from my Baby of decency
what an abhorrence!
trial at which to equipoise
is my battle of alertness against somnolence
“Tis an engagement into nonsense

hey!
someone trying to puzzle this out?
I’ll bring the coffee.

~ Dr Morice, DKK. 1976 to present

Maestro in Control a.k.a 6’x6’

Maestro in Control a.k.a 6’ x 6’

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pulling thorns,

or bracing them strings taut,

sights and sounds

neighborhood is alive

nicknamed the ‘beast’

the king is roaming the ‘jungle’.

 

stupid spy

discerns trouble or robbery

or imagines butchery!

forgets it happened the other day

and the other Sunday

or dying happens doubly?

 

room untidy

tosses on bed

linen so crunched

gassing and treading

or sucking and spanking

“troubles” and wind

paradise inside..

 

~ Dr Morice, DKK. 2009

Marvelous Sight, of You

Marvelous Sight, of You

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I sighted my princess

what a cherubic gift!

who cares raining ice or stones

or unlocked doors?

 

some abandon color,

mimic timbre, or braid the hair

who minds crevices that hide your nectar?

for mine is the tongue

forked to taste alls

 

 

skin regains warmth

for your loving is thawing wind

your body a multi-cellar

of comfy integer tableaux

 

my tentacles

countenanced to soar

in honeycombs of indescribable

wilderness in paradise

 

the wheeze regains air

lips repair and smiles restore

at the glimpse of her,

once more.

~ Dr Morice DKK, 2009

don’t lie to me!

you saw a scratch on my ear

and my  mouth dry

and the other day I walked

my pants pockets upturned.

would you really mind 

about banknotes with such adrenaline rush?

about swallowing saliva with such a pounding heart and lost mind?

believe me, you couldn’t

if you were me!

 

 

Sixth Sense

Sixth Sense

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she’ll have caught

a glimpse of your persona

worlds ahead

 

you think top-notch style

or money in the pocket?

poor, it conveyed

once- a- lifetime 

chance for designer’s suit

 

promises to row wild waters

or tending the untamed

and skiing stony grounds

 to her – a harbinger

of ill-fate

 

she smelt the all-ready broccoli

as you watered your “priced” veggies

unaware her retina message

read better the wilted garden

 

a little favor

we ask the god of passions

let the man see that facial wink

to save him the dismay

lest he casts his sail wide

or floats the boat

on deep waters

 

makes me wonder

men emit “success” rays

visible only to women

do they possess veiled vision

the mind reader,

telesensing futurity?

 

must fjords exhibit or

would dissonant bangs do

how one explicates

such “gender” divide?

 

for no better intuition

        can verily, twin

    the sixth gumption

           of the woman

 

~ Dr Morice, DKK, 2005

Priceless You

Priceless You

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in you

I inferred

my new

me.

 

the lost life

love

and the

list of lust

rediscovered..

 

such pulse

of impulse!

 ~ Dr Morice, DKK