The Humming Bird

The Humming Bird

I love glistening to be listening to the whirring purring words of the humming bird.  It yells to tell me about things that I've never gleaned to have seen!  It's like it's there to make me aware that there's life in the air.  It whispers away my despair.  If I had wings I'd want a spare pair.  It's like it's there to let me know that it dares to care.

I come running when I hear the humming coming.  It's like a set of violin strings are strumming.  Each note strikes a chord of its own accord.  It uplifts me to the point that I'm never bored.  I choose it with which to muse the music.  It is why I abuse it.  It is why I will not die from being allergic to butterflies.  On the wing it makes me swing.  It makes me sing.  It makes me dare to do my own thing!  With it I'm free to be me.  Once I was blind but now I can see!

I think it'd be fun to catch one just to know that I'd let it go.  It hovers in time to the rhythm of a rhyme.  It defines my divine pantomime.  At every chance with it I wish to dance.  It's like an ever evolving romance where we drift above the doves of love.  How so I do not know but my heart yells to tell me so!  Vibrant are the vibrations which hum in the key of cessation.  It gives pause for cause for celebration!  The strumming humming is numbing to the point that it's hard to feel what's real.  It provides for the fabric of a destination that's wrapped in my imagination.  It's a dream come true that I wish to pursue.  What would you do if it were you?

The humming bird in a word is like a very merry fairy.  It makes me whimsical with the thoughts with which I am fraught.  It's like a gift of forget-me-nots.  The vector of nectar points the way to another great day!  It is a spirit which when near it you hear it to endear it.  It is what I live for to explore to forever adore.  All I want is more.  Constantly it is knocking at my door and with a wide open grin I will always let it in and so play the violins.

Are you listening to be glistening?  I do.  It's all I pursue as I strain to peer through the window pane.  It sings as it flaps its wings to the rhythm of a humming and a strumming to the point that it is numbing.  It's like an announcement that the angels are coming.  It doesn't fear me.  It endears me to be near me.  What is it that I see that fills me with glee?  In a word it's the humming bird.

Orrin K. Loftin, Explorer

Copyright?  When I was stunned to have first seen one.

May 12^th, 2013

 



Twister

Twister is a sister.  She has soul in her stroll.  She has a strut that shakes her butt.  She has a look on which to get hooked.  It's like she has ants in her pants that makes her dance.  Her performance is always enormous.  She will indulge the bulge.  It's what she does just because she's possessed with the skill and has the will and she knows the deal.  Everybody wants to cop a feel.  She will not let you and she's definitely going to sweat you.

Once you find her on the floor you will no longer need to explore.  All you will want is more.  In a blur all you will want is her.  Her coke bottle shape is to behold to hold to forever extol.  Her moves are bold and she will never grow old.  Such an android was built to the hilt.  She moves without guilt.  Men are but toys to be destroyed.  With the boring she becomes annoyed.  She's a danger never to avoid.

It's not that she's just a fancy dancer.  She is the answer.  It's as though natural selection has achieved perfection!  It's as though she was created to be ingratiated.  It's as though with every move she improves.  Such a Nubian queen rules supreme.  She makes the crowd scream!  All the boys wish they had such a  toy.  Her body is all about the party.  She is why angry wives cry.  She is why husbands lie.  She is why there is a Fourth of July!  She is why the DJ wants to play all day.  It's as though she was molded to be unfolded out of modeling clay.  You are the audience.   She is the play.  The plot is to watch.  It is the will of her skill that makes time stand still.  If love is a sickness then she is the pill.  Do you want a refill?

All night, all night, all night long she moves in a groove.  She doesn't care if you dare to stare.  She knows that you're right there.  The mood she exudes is in the air.  She brings all forces to bear.  It's her chance to dance.  It's what she does just because.  Do you hear the horns play?  Do you feel the heat of the beat?  Tell me you're not just looking at her feet!  She's definitely good enough to eat.  She's not a trick.  She's a treat!  The DJ has nothing to say.  He must obey.  The fix is in the mix.  Twister is a sister.  The question is, is she real?  Do you want to cop a feel?  Know that she knows the deal.  She's ill.

Orrin K. Loftin, Explorer

Copyright?  When how she shakes is not fake.  It's so much so that she takes the cake!

May 10^th, 2013