A Decent Proposal: June 3rd
Hey Baby
I was just thinking about you
On this rainy, cloudy Saturday in June
Remember when we use to race popsicle sticks
Along the curb after the rain
Folks must of thought us insane
Water flowing along this ghetto stream
As we screamed
Laughter permeating the overcast skies
Oblivious to judging eyes
I love this
I love you
Don’t rainy days make you want to…be with you?
You feel me?
I felt you on that rainy, cloudy Saturday in June
I asked you to marry me and you said soon
Come on baby
We can do this right now out here under that tree
Oya can be our witness!
She laughed and said,
Don’t you know that to be one in holy matrimony it takes three?
That’s you, the creator and me and that’s all there has to be
I smiled and said,
Hey baby, remember when we use to race popsicle sticks
Along the curb after the rain
I was just thinking about you
On this rainy, cloudy Saturday in June
Remember when we use to race popsicle sticks
Along the curb after the rain
Folks must of thought us insane
Water flowing along this ghetto stream
As we screamed
Laughter permeating the overcast skies
Oblivious to judging eyes
I love this
I love you
Don’t rainy days make you want to…be with you?
You feel me?
I felt you on that rainy, cloudy Saturday in June
I asked you to marry me and you said soon
Come on baby
We can do this right now out here under that tree
Oya can be our witness!
She laughed and said,
Don’t you know that to be one in holy matrimony it takes three?
That’s you, the creator and me and that’s all there has to be
I smiled and said,
Hey baby, remember when we use to race popsicle sticks
Along the curb after the rain
Comments
Three is the magic number. :)
You are a great writer, I wish I could have a microscopic film of your medulla-oblongata :)
You have a warped sense of humor, but I like it. Thank you for your kind words. I'm never prepared for what you might say.
Oya is the goddess of the wind, fire and the thunderbolt. She is a fierce, protective Goddess worshipped by the Yoruba of Nigeria.
You know, I have never read my poetry in public. It's not that I'm scared but I just have not. My brother has been performing around Atlanta for years (esp The Apache). Maybe I'll write some more this weekend. Have a great weekend!
You're welcome. You have some very intersting thoughts happening on your site too. Thanks.
NSOFEcstacy-
I am really glad that you enjoyed the poem. You never know how other people will react to your words. It's nice to know that there are those that can appreciate them. Thanks.
Rose-
My true proposal was so much different, but still appreciated. This poem was inspired by one rainy Saturday. The sound of rain and passing cars took me back to my childhood. I guess that I was inviting my love into my childhood memories. Thank you for your comment.
Thank you for stopping in. I do see it as great therapy. I plan to take my writing to the next level this coming year. It should be interesting. :)
Thank you. That's the side that I need to get back to. :)