Rudyard & the steam engine


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There’s a well known lake side place near Rushton
That’s famous for fresh air and fun
Where Mr and Mrs Kipling went with Rudyard, their son
They did not think much of the lake side
The waves was fiddling and small
There was no wrecks and nobody drowned,
Fact nothing to laugh at at all.
So seeking further amusement they upped and went over the dam,
Where they discovered a steam train, a real one, not just a tram!
So paying their fare to the guard, they entered a carriage quite fine,
And before you could say Hallilujia
They were speeding along up the line.
Young Rudyard had heard about steam trains,
How they was ferocious and wild
And this one seemed so obedient
It did not seem right to the child.
So when they got to the station
Not showing a morsel of fear
He took his stick with…

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poetry: my black is beautiful

Black and Proud aren’t we?


My Black is as beautiful
as the midnight sky
on a summer evening.
Subtle clouds overhead,
slowly admiring the way my
chocolate skin layers my bones.
Counting the constellations
shifting on my forehead,
shooting down to the craters
under my feet.
And I am floating.

My Black is as mysterious
as the dark moon
on a winter eclipse.
Whispering stars adjacent,
patiently investigating the way my
voluptuous lips compliment my smile.
Mixing the memories
living in the shadows of my membrane,
throwing away the gravitational pull on my spirit.
And I am leaping.

My Black is as emotional
as the deep sea
on earth’s surface.
Quiet waves in front,
cautiously watching the way my
immortal brown eyes talk to their soul.
Fixating the feelings
dripping from the my heart, entering my lower intestine
oozing out of my fingertips.
And I am jumping.

My Black is as black
as society allows

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