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Can I get a blow pop?
Can we play football at the field by the school
Can we use your sprinkler??
Can I use your pool??
May I bask in the rays of light
that bronze our skin like our ancestors
and warm our cold cores
cuz its summertime baby
you better run to where its shady
catch them cats on the street next to ours
tell em things will be straight
after this water balloon fight at eight
in august june and july
the streets become live
its cut offs
drop tops
flip flops
boom boxes full of hip hop
watermelon tins
catfish fins
summer love
grab your baseball glove
no more teachers no more books
throw my knapsack in the trash with a skyhook
its slap box left hooks
see I cant think of no place id wanna be
sittin on my stoop with the rest of my team
lookin at the girls pass playin sex with they ice cream
imma hit that when I get to 8th grade
she gon be my girlfriend and she gon braid my hair
she gon make me baloney sammiches and doritos
and imma sneak out two very fines and we gon sit
under a big ass tree
and pick names for our children
scratch our names in that tree so it lasts forever
like the name I was given
this is summertime
and this is how I'm livin
Mike all rights reserved 2004
I stand at the edge of god's creation
I fall to my knees and pray time stops
the sand clasps around my toes
forcing me to pay attention to the ocean
and its greatness
the waves sound like children at play
wasting days away
running to uncharted territory with every wave
crashing against its equal opposite
I splash in between the rushing waters
shedding years of caution and stress
within its mighty weight
constantly respectful of its power
further fueled by the rain showers
this is the place where all my dreams
of relaxation come true
the world stops for my praise
of this wonderland
my visions of the sand and the ocean
spans to infinity as far as the eye can see
I'm kinda touched the sun could make an appearance
this whole scene is heaven sent
the way the sunshine beats against the sand
and makes the water glimmer and shimmer
this is where the journey starts and ends
where the joy of satisfaction meets the glory
of our visions
sitting here losing my religion
sayin fuck that shit.....
I dont ever wanna leave.
MIKE RINGO all rights reserved 2004
How do I begin
Small gestures
Soft undulating waves to break the silence
Rhythm
Teasing
Distracting
Pleasing fickle winking firefly attention
I could drop my load like an overworked busboy
An avalanche of elegant crystal, and china splashes the
hardwood floor
Engulfing the entrance to the kitchen in an exploding
entropic storm cloud
I could write it on my face
Cheekbones raised in the universal mask of approval
Warm salty tear filled eyes
I’ll rearrange my disguise to match the season
Precipitate from cloud filled skies
Gently sprinkling thirsty flowers and trees
Meandering the twisting currents
Tumbling over smooth round stones
Traveling the long way home
Overlapping concentrically circular ripples dance the blue
green surface of our ubiquitous embracing somatic sea
We
B.Nice™
©6/8/2004
BNICE TM IS MAY FEATURED POET
Caught you peaking out the window of your soul
Sun bleached summer
Insatiable thirst
I became lost in the fluctuating opalescent glow
Following the trail of your soft quivering breath
Into the sweet spicy scent of you
Out of your silky sarong
Clouds collide
Slip and slide
Slow
Rhythmic
Lubricious
Lucid
Stirring
Blurring sharply focused edges
Drenched in briny saline wine
Intoxicating
Patiently anticipating the impending electrical
storm
I love to watch you dancing in the soft warm
summer rain
B.Nice™
©6/28/2002
Grab your instrument and meet me in the clouds
you can bring your flute and I will bring my trombone or saxophone
hittin' high notes in a room full of smoke
conducting a symphony endlessly
till the heavens move around to our sound
lets lose ourselves in the afterglow of this profound
shine like the sun
our beats and rhythms thump as one
click clacking with monotone drones and high treble
imma take you to a higher level
tap your feet like this
sway your head this way
caress your musical interpretation
of a first breath of fresh air
I inhale you and become you
you can bring your percussions and I'll bring my bass
our concerto stays on beat through the set
teaching each other to go high on the highs and low on the lows
going deeper than they way, man loves woman spinning flows like
vertigo yet still intertwined and intact
an standing applause and we haven't even hit the chorus
glorious to the ear
you can bring your drum and I can bring my sticks
bringing a thunder upon fusion
shaking foundations
beating my soul clap to the gods
shackle me within your precious hold
forcing me to be a slave
a slave a slave to your rhythm.
All rights reserved 2004 Mike
