OF LIKES AND PIKES

How long I waited for that like,
As if I'm fishing for a pike,
My restless mind does want it  now,
How long before the arrow's strike?,

The arrow of approval;not of Cupid,
Composing this,I feel diluted,
My hopes depleting by the hour,
As if ,something,someone has looted,

Quite long I waited in my chair,
Giving the screen a frozen stare,
How long I waited for that like,
As if I had no other care,

I suppose I can  wait a little more,
I have traversed this path before,
With my psyche no worse for wear,
And my spirit  eveready to soar.

OF ONE SIDED LOVE

THE PROPOSAL

Finally,my dear,

Just a few words,

That you should hear;

I'm gathering a thought,

Which my confused mind,

And thumping heart,

At this special moment,

Have finally wrought,

Bedazzled by your grace,

In your tasselled tresses,

Your bewitching beauty,

In those pinafore dresses.

Amongst the trees,

I sometimes hide,

To catch a glimpse,

Of your stride,

Your swinging legs,

Have swung into my heart,

I curse the moment,

That you may depart,

My lips tremble when I feel,

Deep inside my soul,

Those emotions,repeated,

You mean the most to me,

More than the kingdoms won,

From the armies that I defeated,

Take me for what I can,

And not for what I do,

I am just a helpless man,

Besotted with you,

In love;I joyfully am,

If you don't mind,

For,a better suitor,

You may not find,

THE DISPOSAL

O ,threshold of insanity,

Here,I finally stand,

An incorrigible ogre,

Wanting to take my hand,

Your offer is generous,

Still ,twisted,is your thought,

For hell hath no fury,

As your proposal has wrought,

Still ,with unruffled sanity,

Unwilling to hold your hand,

I coldly reject your offer,

Against your armies,I stand,

Don't force me in your life,,

I am prepared to fight for freedom;

Here is the situation,you see,

I cannot become your wife,

And,exhausted,if I lose,

Or ,foolishly,fall for a ruse,

With the outcome reduced to fate,

Here's the option that I shall choose,

Nailed to the old oak tree,

Looking at the sky,

Waiting for the bird that's free,

To swiftly peck my eye,

So,until I win my way,

Or ,finally choose to die,

I bid you farewell,sir,

And that's my final goodbye.

SPRING,PLEASE

A farewell to winter;soon,I hope,

The sweetness of water down the slope,

Until the mountain tops are dry,

Gone are the reasons for people to mope,

The warmth of the sun and a gentle breeze,

It is a far cry from the winter's freeze,

The sky is full of the feathered friends,

The ground replete with rejuvenated trees,,

Every bud,and every flower,

Awaits the season's first shower,

And great is the strength of spring's warmth,

Such is nature's display of power,

A season to celebrate with the birds and the bees,

A beautiful gesture by nature,to please,

Certainly not,our culture's vestige,

Get wet in the rain and joyfully sneeze.