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By H. L. Dowless

This work is a collection of life poems, and descriptive adventure.

• Language: English
• Publisher: H. L. Dowless
• Release date: Jul 29, 2018
• ISBN: 9780463907863

H. L. Dowless

The author is an international ESL instructor. He enjoys outdoor activites and living on the edge. What he enjoys most of all is meeting new interesting people who happen to be his loyal reading fans.

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I Am Going Back To Nosy Be

The waves there are a rising,

the wind puffs surprising,

the feelings motivating,

sufficing,

and away we all go.

The golden doubloons are a shining,

enticing,

enthralling,

amid the twinkles;

winking from within the sand

just for show.

I am going back to Nosy Be,

to Nosy,

to Nosy!

I am going back to Nosy Be,

splendid paradise island in the sea.

I am going back to Nosy Be,

to Nosy,

to Nosy,

to carouse with the dames by the surging sea....,

…..Oh? I don't know...!

I just sit here a dreaming,

a longing

and steaming

as I think about that heaven down by the sea.

I am going back to Nosy Be,

to Nosy,

to Nosy,

that land filled with passion and exciting posy.

I am going back to Nosy Be,

to Nosy,

to Nosy!

I am going back to Nosy Be....

…Ah man, we'll just wait and see...!

The native queens are all a pining

for me so divinely,

so finely,

as they lay out nude by the sand and sea.

I take care to spread their lotion,

to offer forth my magic potion,

as we surge with the motion by the sand and sea.

I am going back to Nosy Be....

to Nosy,

to Nosy!

I am going back to Nosy Be...

….man, I think so..?

Our walks neath the palms

drinking rum and sipping coca,

singing bawdy psalms as we walk in the sand by the sea.

Her luscious mouth slides so finely,

so delightful,

so divinely,

as we three lay nude neath the moon by the sea.

I am going back to Nosy Be,

heavenly utopia waiting for me,

I have to make it!

That land in the surging sea..,

the blessed feeling I can't fake it.

I am going back to Nosy Be....

to Nosy,

to Nosy!

I am going back to Nosy Be...

…..Oh, catch me, man, I can't take it....!

Away We Shall All Go To Nottingham

Away we shall go to Nottingham,

to Nottingham,

that most blessed of lands,

and away we shall go into Nottingham,

to Nottingham today.

There the cows always give milk,

always give milk,

as the worms there all spin the finest of silk,

the most splendid of silk,

to all the people's dismay.

There even the poorest children can afford to play,

even the penniless may play,

to everyone's dismay!

There even the poorest of children may play,

since the parks and the beaches are at at price all can pay.

There I shall dance to the did-die pantomime,

to the did-die pantomime,

with the people full of fruit shine!

Yes...,while there we shall all get full of good fruit shine

and dance a merry jig to the did-die pantomime!

There the lasses are all gorgeous and

their feather beds so fine,

as the air fills with the sound of the blessed pantomime;

in the feather beds with all our heads swooning in shine,

as we shall embrace those heavenly bodies and pine

to the tune of the piddle did-die pantomime.

The Weight Of Years

Time knoweth not any strangers.

Unto those who lie and think that he has forgotten,

their bodies and minds may continue on in silent danger,

until thy very best he has been allotted.

Thus do ye feel the dryness in thine eyes?

This feeling should accompany the one in thy hair.

Do ye feel the morning stiffness in thy thighs?

These feeling are all a part of the timeless game, so please don't despair.

All of these feeling shall intensify with every coming sunrise.

Does thy mind dwell on those past times divine,

when all of life's experiences were adventurous and good?

Do ye consistently find thyself always for those days a pining,

longing for those glory days lost where ye and all others understood

that life was meant to be lived for the thrills and glory of simply being alive,

savoring the very best of times that dear sunlight would afford?

If so then get on immediate alert,

for thy weighted defeat shall soon be thy only reward.

Very soon the burden of the years

shall crumple the body and weaken the limbs,

installing those imposing assumptions and unverified fears.

Then the mind shall choose to dwell in a more pleasant time when

that period of great misunderstanding nears.

So young one, count thy merry blessings as ye pass life though,

live life to the fullest, without jeopardizing the pleasantries of thy future.

Thrive in ye victories and thrills all anew,

for the weight of the years certainly has ye in it's indenture.

The weight of time will finally upon ye

descend,

forever removing thy presence from all surrounding, without mend;

so live life with fresh eagerness anew!.

To The Face Upon Yon Wall

To the face upon yon wall;

did ye once grace some enchanted place,

or did ye once guard some forgotten revered hall?

Is thine image of some Inca King set in his ways?

Was thy face once one of those great emissaries or one of the small?

We can only imagine that thy face of porcelain was once one of a gifted merchant,

standing forever as a shrine unto his days.

Or is thy face that of the princess' secret lover, who endeavored to enchant

her with his skillful graces?

Maybe this image of thine is one among the laboring nameless who chanced

to change some dark misfortune that came by royalties stay;

Indeed where has it been written so that future time may have it's say?

Maybe thy face is of those divine,

whose image was sought amid the rising midday incense smoke,

when thy high priest designed

to rip open the chest of some unfortunate bloke,

holding his still bleating heart high

toward the radiant one who could thus invoke

those endearing feelings of the haunting pantomime.

Whom ever thy image is intended to conjure,

whether it be one to invite an innermost light and intense passion,

or one to inspire feelings of dread and woe,

by thy image alone we all shall never know;

still thy face of porcelain only possesses the same,

for the lack of recorded knowledge is to blame.

Why I Do Ramble

I have lived life on the move,

the feel of motion has been my groove.

The thrill of the moment has given me the notion

that life is to be lived on a roll.

Many have been the jobs that I have held,

oh, the numberless bells have I toiled.

My intention being to find a return that was well,

their intention toward my indenture have I thus foiled.

My debt margin have I kept always low,

by taking such action I put their efforts toward my contract on the go.

I have observed many who lived in search of my secret,

the truth only the simple who dare to venture shall deduce to know.

Many lands have I called home,

many ventures did I dare to take alone.

But I have sailed the South China seas.

Those gentle enticing Taiwanese vixens traveling with me

far away from their home,

fishing, sipping good red wine, taking our ease,

all of us living the very best of life,

doing