Beggar's Glimpse at Hope

Beggars wait at open portal
steal a meager glimpse of hope
apprehensive grasp

Princess Pretense glances with
blind eye, refusing sight
Seamstress Sally, chuckles, knowing
fools errand awaits

A cup of blindman's beggars chance
to fill the bed of knitted hope
awaiting life that passes by
as beggars they deny the light

Yet simple as the tin cup's chance
to hold the light in hope
not wait but fight
the beggar's might
as strong as life
sits strength beside
each beggar's cup
nor futile wish
as seamstress sewing

Not Weary Heart Nor Lifeless Use

Written by Elwood Jake
as a gift, to me

peace, descendant of passion

creature of the night

sits in despondent dark

flight's patho'er treeless

limbless frightenend plight

of weary heart such lifeless use

I look at her such blithe delight

why fly despondent in darkness sight

blind, not sure of righteous plight

this sad and lonely creature slight

oblique in troth of saddened

crueher of weary lifeless use

what to do for descendant passion

question asked in passion's stew

why should she sit in saddened hue

no colors bounding in her heart

no, oh damned and wretched thought

to rescue rides the crimson knight

I shall hold her hard and true

give her light and life's sweet chew

to gamble not in longer fret

this winsome darling charm that flew

o're useless limbless frightenend plight

not weary heart nor lifeless use

As Touched, My Soul, Ignites

You make my breasts await

the longing lips

of a hungry lover

You make my heart beat , then skip

looking for the tender touch of your

hand, on my skin

You make my mind melt

searching for your soul

seen through your eyes

You make my loins, contract

wanting to feel, awaken

and grasp your thrusts

You make my breath, catch

in anticipation

of love, as lust

As touched, My soul, ignites