Abbott J Hardison: Poems

582 · Feb 13

Morning Sun (A Haiku)

Abbott J Hardison Feb 13

Morning Sun (A Haiku)

Morning sun dawns new,
A glowing kiss on the dew,
Shining, just like you.

I start and end my day with her.

#morning #haiku #sun #love #dew #shining #dawn

582 · Dec 2024

Update On the 300 Poet Poem Morning 2

Abbott J Hardison Dec 2024

Update On the 300 Poet Poem Morning 2

Poets,
Your lines are lovely,
And,
Your poem is evolving.
Because,
This is not my poem at all,
It's,
A product of your work,
Therefore,
It's yours.
The,
Second stanza has begun,
And,
We only need 283 poets more.

Thank you all for your work, this is a dream come true. The poem is already so beautiful, I love the way all of your work melds together into this. As always, if you would like to join this effort, please write one to five lines and either email them to me at [email protected] or private message me on here. If you chose to submit more than one line, I cannot guarantee that all of them will be used aside from one. Please keep all submissions free of x rated language or references as I want all of this site's users to be able to read this. The same goes for any instances of, racism, sexism, religious discrimination, extreme violence, or any other derogatory statements or references. You may write anything about coping with/fighting against these things though. I haven't had a problem with this yet, but I want to keep it that way. Please include your name/pen name in your submission that way I can credit you. Do not copy lines from other works such as other poems that are not yours, books that are not yours, or movies that are not yours. Unless of course, you have consent from the author. I do not want anyone getting upset that their work was used without consultation. Steer free from AI generated content, I won't check for it, but please keep it original. I want to hear your voice, not chat GPT's. This is all for now, if you have any questions please email me or private message me, thank you all for your support! <3

#300 #poet #poem #rules #email #announcement #help #wanted #need #poets

569 · Mar 13

To Rise With The Sun

Abbott J Hardison Mar 13

To Rise With The Sun

I want to rise with the morning sun,
To fly in its glowing graces,
Well beyond the borders of this earth.

I wish to glide in the deep of space,
To run wild and free amongst these galaxies,
Way up to HD1 where I'll find home.

HD1 is the farthest and earliest known galaxy.

#rise #sun #morning #fly #earth #space #home #hd1 #galaxies

565 · Jan 10

A Conversation With An Italian Painter

Abbott J Hardison Jan 10

A Conversation With An Italian Painter

It's a nice day in Paris,
A chilly afternoon.
At a tourist cafe,
With an Italian Painter,
Chatting about the French language.
"Why would you write about Dan's Amour?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well it's Dan's thing, seems personal to him."
"No, no, I wrote about dans amour."
"Yes that's what I said, Dan's Amour!"
Sigh

Another poem painting onto the world of, "The Gray Man Of Paris," I like these little light hearted ones.

#italian #painter #amour #conversation

559 · Mar 12

A Duet With AI (Partially AI)

Abbott J Hardison Mar 12

A Duet With AI (Partially AI)

H. In darkness,
R. shadows weave their silent threads,
H. whispers dance where moonlight dreads.

H. In light,
R. golden rays embrace the dawn,
R. hope reborn, the night withdrawn.

H. If I’m still broken,
R. let the wind collect my sighs,
H. stitch my soul where sorrow lies.

H. Laying despairingly in this life,
R. like a leaf in winter’s hand,
R. drifting lost through barren land.

R. Yet even roots in frozen ground,
hear the call of spring’s soft sound.
H. Through the cracks where teardrops fell,
hope still blooms, a quiet spell.

A duet written with ChatGPT as my partner. This is extremely experimental and will not be a running theme in my posts. Let me know how you think the AI did each line is marked with H for human or R for robot.

#duet #ai #robot #human #whispers #moonlight #dawn #hope #life

554 · Feb 28

Reads The Newspaper

Abbott J Hardison Feb 28

Reads The Newspaper

My baby reads the,
Newspaper while twirling,
Her beautiful hair.

The 400th poem I've posted on here.

#newspaper #news #love #morning #hair #haiku

549 · Mar 16

We Fell An Elder Oak

Abbott J Hardison Mar 16

We Fell An Elder Oak

Today there was rain,
It brought thunder,
Strokes of electric death.
Lightning ripped through the canopy,
Aiming for a defenseless flower field.
But alas, the elder oak reached its branches out,
To take the lightning's killer blow.
So when the rain passed,
We took our saws,
To finish the job.

A sudden storm tore through my town today

#fell #rain #thunder #lightning #trees #storms #stories #death #heroes

538 · Feb 13

Lightning Bugs

Abbott J Hardison Feb 13

Lightning Bugs

Sticky summer evening,
Warm, young, beautiful.
Flitting throughout the night,
Bountiful bundles of fireflies.
Flickering in the breezes,
A soft golden mist.
New summer's evening,
Graced by the lightning bugs.

The Eire canal in Pittsford is home to many lightning bugs.

#fireflies #lightning #bugs #summer #night #happy #weather #warm #youth

534 · Mar 10

Childish Happiness

Abbott J Hardison Mar 10

Childish Happiness

Wake up in the morning,
Grab my cap, tie my shoes,
Get in the car, can't wait to see you.
<3
Get dropped off,
Walk into the school,
Wait in the cafeteria for you!
<3<3
Wish you didn't forget your hoodie,
Grab mine, I don't need it,
Get some breakfast and go, I love you so.
<3<3<3

At the end of the day, no matter how mature I write I still am.

#childish #happiness #morning #shoes #hats #love #school #waiting #breakfast

531 · Jun 12

I Reach To You

Abbott J Hardison Jun 12

I Reach To You

When I reach out,
You grab my hand.
When I reach out,
You listen to my words.
When I reach out,
You're there.

#love #reaching #out

526 · Jan 30

Rain Glass

Abbott J Hardison Jan 30

Rain Glass

The rain fell,
Far from the sky.
Down upon the rocky shores,
And all through the night,
Weathered the rock to sand drop by drop.

Then in the morning the sand blazed bright,
For the man to see.
Down to the shore he went,
And dug up the sand then,
Went and made colored glass.

Inspired by classic African spirituals and Celtic folk song.

#rain #glass #color #man #night #story #folk #rock #weather

524 · Mar 11

500 Poems

Abbott J Hardison Mar 11

500 Poems

500 poems,
I'm proud of myself,
I'm proud of this community,
I'm proud so many people are willing to show support.
I'm happy I found my way here,
But I might take a break,
Don't want to ruin a good thing.

It still feels like I joined yesterday.

#500 #poems #proud #happy #support

523 · Mar 7

Scrapbook Poem #157

Abbott J Hardison Mar 7

Scrapbook Poem #157

Why are we different?
Because you are a brittle block of rotting wood,
And I am an immortal diamond within obsidian sand.
When angered, you will raise your hand,
But don't you dare raise it to me,
For I will stand like statue, your blow caught in my palm.

Tis true

#different #scrapbook #poems

522 · Mar 7

Dreams Come True

Abbott J Hardison Mar 7

Dreams Come True

Life wanders,
Winding like the waters.
An ocean word,
Sunshine on the waves.
Yet still nothing to compare,
To the shine in your eyes.
It's all dreams,
Wishes that came true.
Because when we kiss,
You say 'I love you.'

I am blessed.

#dreams #truth #water #waves #ocean #love

521 · Mar 8

I Listen To The Clouds

Abbott J Hardison Mar 8

I Listen To The Clouds

If the rain did not say it,
Then it is no truth
For sunshine lies,
With it's promise of life in youth.

So I listen to the clouds.

If it isn't true at your lowest, it won't be true at your highest.

#listen #rain #clouds #lies #sunshine #youth #life

521 · Mar 17

The Storm Gathers

Abbott J Hardison Mar 17

The Storm Gathers

Clear the way!
Can't you feel the rain?
It is soft now,
But it bares its bite.
Clear this road so the carriage men may run,
Gather your families, be ready to leave.
Here it comes,
The storm! Can't you see?
Don't you feel these winds ripping up this land,
Get away while you can,
Or die with the land.

Inspired by the sudden windstorm last night

#storm #nature #death #fear #escape

517 · Mar 5

Homo-Malum

Abbott J Hardison Mar 5

****-Malum

They tell one lie,
They speak one truth.
'It's easy to heal,
But you'll remember all your scars.'

The latter of the two, a truth.
Though that which precedes,
Lies through it's teeth.
Fangs of darkness and deceit,
Designed to forge a man with a black heart.
If not for the comfort of the summer sea,
I too would've succumbed to the gray of this city.
Morphed from a young and happy form,
To a soulless monster,
'****-Malum.'

****-Malum=Evil Man

#lies #truth #evil #deceit #darkness #life #youth #destruction #creatures

514 · Jan 16

Morning Sentiments From A Cowboy

Abbott J Hardison Jan 16

Morning Sentiments From A Cowboy

The sun rises,
With the dust.
Which blows across old acres,
Of desert sand.
Sending tumble weeds,
Straight to the oasis ponds.

It's a fragile thing,
This life.
Out here you live by the rules,
Of the man aiming a gun at your head.
It's real rough,
That's for certain.
It'll leave city spirits hurting,
But I'd rather live for the high noon,
Than some old mayor's law.

It's very fun to write from the perspective of other people. I just can't quite master a wild western man.

#characters #cowboys #west #morning #sand #life

512 · Dec 2024

Black Diamonds.

Abbott J Hardison Dec 2024

Black Diamonds.

Have you ever seen,
White light shine,
Through black diamonds?
Seen the reflection of moonlight,
Off of gold?
Do you walk around parties,
In black suits and dress attire.
How great it feels,
To keep time on gold watches.
Black diamonds,
Silver seas.
I'd give you riches,
If you'd love me.

Trying to capture elegance is not an easy task. Happy Monday everyone!

#rich #diamonds #gold #love #adventure #suits

510 · May 3

Life Is Here

Abbott J Hardison May 3

Life Is Here

Life is here,
Then it's not,
One small portion of time,
It's all we've got.
You find things you like,
People too,
I found you.
No second chances,
No time to make up lost dances,
Or even a simple second,
To appreciate what you have.
I blinked,
Then October turned to spring,
Easter flowers came just in time this year,
I can only give them 86 more chances,
To reappear.

It's not enough

#life #time #love #people #thoughts #years #flowers #spring

502 · Dec 2024

My Heart

Abbott J Hardison Dec 2024

My Heart

I think my heart may be made of stone,
It's durable, but often pieces of it crumble away.
It sparkles with crystals,
The remnants of happy memories.
It's cold to the touch,
After all, rock is heat resistant.
But that's not the greatest,
For I can't feel the warm fingers of love.

It's awfully heavy too.

#heavy #heartache #stone #cold #love

500 · Mar 18

Black Knight Of The Franks

Abbott J Hardison Mar 18

Black Knight Of The Franks

The Black Knight of the Franks,
He feared no thing,
Except for the hand of God.

With his sword and cross,
He rode triumphant,
Through out the Holy Land.

But once he crossed a monk of opposing faith,
But spared his life,
So his story was erased from history.

The greatest heroes are felled by silly means.

#knights #god #holy #land #war #honor #acceptance #heroes #history

499 · Dec 2024

Tea

Abbott J Hardison Dec 2024

Tea

Tea is a colorful drink,
It comes in many different shades.
White Tea,
Sweet and delicate, brewed from the fragrant flowers of the tea tree.
Black Tea,
Strong and simple, a firm hand to lift you up from bed.
Green Tea,
Earthy and natural, weather or not the leaves or fired or steamed.
The Tea from my Grandmother's ***,
Beautiful and delicate, imprinting upon you like fresh snow on the roads of Boston.

I was born in Boston Massachusetts. Whenever somebody asks me where I'm from, I tell them I'm from the towns by the Atlantic Ocean. While I may live away from there, my heart yearns to return.

#missing #home #drinking #tea

497 · Jan 30

Winter At The Pier

Abbott J Hardison Jan 30

Winter At The Pier

Icy moon beams,
Follow dancing snow.
A clean white sheen,
Cast across the pier.

Waters ceased by icy means,
Frozen is their flow.
One moment crisp and clean,
On a winter pier.

Happy Thursday everyone!

#winter #pier #moon #night #water #ice #froze #cold

492 · Mar 24

Lightning Love

Abbott J Hardison Mar 24

Lightning Love

Every little thing you do,
It lights me up.
Almost if I was a pool of oil,
That your passion set aflame,
I will burn each night and day.
So that the sun can never set,
On our lightning love.

I'm dumbstruck by how amazing she is

#light #lightning #love #oil #fire #day #sun

491 · Feb 10

Strings

Abbott J Hardison Feb 10

Strings

You like string music?
Wow, I do too,
In fact I used to play.

Do I miss playing?
Well of course I do,
I remorse everyday for my string wings,
And how they were taken from me.

I played Viola for 5 years before high school. I stopped because no one in my group respected me, and my own teacher told me I was a disappointment to the arts.

#strings #music #orchestra #playing #sadness #longing #time #wings

489 · Dec 2024

I Am From

Abbott J Hardison Dec 2024

I Am From

I am from the sea, the salty spray of the Atlantic.
I am born of the trees and stars, of cold winds and breezy nights.
I am a son of the red sand hills, and the lost letters to neverland.
I am the making of love and pain, of lost will and false strength.
I am the lord of memories of longing and heartbreak.

I am born of an island of stone, and seas of stories.
I am a child of hatred and spite.
I am King of a long-lost land.
I am the farmer of an ancient plant.
I am from the sea, the salty spray of the Atlantic.

This ones an oldie, but as they say, a 'goodie.' It comes from a project I did in English class a couple years ago. It's gone a long way since I first conceived it, even to the point where I read it for an audience at Nazareth college.

#repetition #home #personality #school

489 · Dec 2024

Morning Poem

Abbott J Hardison Dec 2024

Morning Poem

The sky is gray,
And the clouds are low.
The winds are chilly,
And traffic is slow.
I'm still kicking,
But my heart beat, I no longer know.
I'm missing the sea,
I'm missing home.
I want to see,
The salty waves as I roam.
My love is buried in the sand,
Too bad.
Guess I'm leaving off this morning,
Feeling sad.

Feeling really homesick lately, don't know why. I miss Boston.

#morning #sadness #love #heartache #homesick

489 · Mar 24

Waves

Abbott J Hardison Mar 24

Waves

Your beautiful wave washed over me,
When I was a lonely shore off the sea.

Wrapping its elegance over my sands,
The way we hold each others' lonely hands.

Replaced the dust with dazzling sea glasses,
Brought back the sparkle to my heart's masses.

Each stanza rhymes and is 20 syllables

#waves #love #care #writing

488 · Mar 22

Carnegie Was A Time Traveler

Abbott J Hardison Mar 22

Carnegie Was A Time Traveler

Edward Carnegie was once a normal man,
Steel monopolist extraordinaire.
Till a fateful dip in rail stock,
Lead to his discovery of time travel.
Confused, he landed just a few years from the modern day,
Where he was arrested by the Time Police.
"Edward, we'll set you free,
If you defeat public time enemy,
The Alien."
So off went Carnegie to the modern day,
To face off against fellow PTE.
But what was revealed,
Shocked even the Time Police.
His business partner, Henry Frick,
Was the real villain all along.
"Buckle up, we're going back in time!"
Back to the time of steel money,
Frick had almost bested Carnegie.
"The company is mine Edward, stand down!"
Though undenounced to Henry,
His advisory had pumped his veins full,
Of the Blood Of Steel.

Inspired by a home movie a friend made

#history #time #fiction #police #capture #heroes #money #steel #blood

487 · Mar 3

Repeat Cycle Again

Abbott J Hardison Mar 3

Repeat Cycle Again

Hardship = Resent
Resent = Dedication To Change
Dedication = Hard Work,
Hard Work = Change
Change = Prosperity
Prosperity = Abundance
Abundance = Entitlement
Entitlement = Laziness
Laziness = Procrastination
Procrastination = Back Tracking
Back Tracking = Hardship
Hardship = Reform
Reform = Hard Workers

Repeat Cycle Again

We are on our way to back tracking.

#cycles #change #prosperity #abundance #entitlement #laziness #hardship #reform

487 · Feb 27

Joy Is A Little Thing

Abbott J Hardison Feb 27

Joy Is A Little Thing

Joy is a little thing,
A warm luxury in the chill of winter's winds,
One sparkling treasure in the face of somber spring rains.
Happiness is a man,
Roaming the midnight city streets,
Tossing gold glitter all over the way as he skips along.
Pleasure, a soft blanket on your bed,
A perfectly placed pillow to rest your head,
A pencil that never runs out of pencil lead.
Everything is diamond when relief rears its head,
Assuring as the autumn breeze,
Pushing around stray sticks and leaves.

Nothing like a smile to make the warmth of the world stay awhile

#joy #luxury #winter #winds #cold #treasure #somber #spring #rain #gold

486 · Feb 12

Flower Child

Abbott J Hardison Feb 12

Flower Child

Come flower child,
Join the rest,
In the autumn fields abloom.

Come flower child,
Join the patch,
In the rolling hills of autumn.

Come flower child,
Lay to rest,
Just like all the others.
Who came to the autumn fields,
Lined with stones.

I'm working on my classical styles, trying to learn that depth they had.

#flowers #classic #children #seasons #grim #story #death

482 · Jan 17

Discovery Of A Fact

Abbott J Hardison Jan 17

Discovery Of A Fact

A fact is a non-arguable statement,
But a statement is defined fact,
Through observations and experimentation.

Today a fact was patented,
By the college of my love for you,
The fact is; You are beautiful, that is it.

This goes out to my beautiful fan from the seemingly invisible areas of the internet. An anonymous figure that I see shine brighter than the sun.

#facts #love #patented #beauty #arguments #you

481 · Mar 17

Sailing For Icebergs

Abbott J Hardison Mar 17

Sailing For Icebergs

We head for icebergs,
Faster than we know,
We cherish our unsinkability.

But we don't know what lies on the dark sea's lip,
Often sailing with confidence,
Yet, without a search light.

I sail with hope

#sailing #icebergs #sea #ocean #light

477 · Apr 2

Am I AI Too?

Abbott J Hardison Apr 2

Am I AI Too?

There's a chance,
I was AI generated,
Not born to a human,
Or made by a god,
A grand example of proper machinery,
Possibly another fault of humanity,
Because I wasn't programed with humility,
Maybe computer based artwork is so good,
Even I couldn't tell my mind is a mother board.

Not hinting at anything, just wanted to use this theme.

#ai #humanity #machines #art #life

477 · Jan 16

Water Lilies (Remastered)

Abbott J Hardison Jan 16

Water Lilies (Remastered)

A weak sailor was I,
When she caught my eye.
A beautiful lass,
Straight from the sea.
Fair skin,
Just like the petals of the water lily.
With blue eyes,
The color of ocean waves.

Thin figure,
Cast a shadow on the sunny summer bay.
Boy was she pretty,
The kind of girl an old fisher,
Would call his finest catch.
Sandy hair tied back,
Elegance like a species of ancient lore.

And I guess,
The water wasn't just what she was for.
For back on shore,
The boat club dance floor,
Wasn't quiet full without her.
The way she'd move,
Like a shiny fishing lure.

This is a remastered version of a summer poem I wrote a while ago. I know it's not summer yet, but I needed some summer sunshine.

#summer #water #boats #lilies #love #beauty #dance

474 · Feb 24

Spring Is Coming

Abbott J Hardison Feb 24

Spring Is Coming

Spring is coming,
I can smell it in the air.
The warm kiss of sunny days,
The sent of the Earth waking again.
Winter snows fall from their glinting glory,
Shrinking as they drown in the muds.
The puddles claim the sidewalk stones,
Now in their reflection, I know my face again.
My soul aches as the breezes pass by me,
Carrying the sweet scents of flower blooms.
If only I could grow wings,
I would follow them to their shining prize.
Spring, is coming.

I can feel the call of sunny days and grass on the Earth again.

#earth #nature #seasons #spring #winter #snow #mud #water #wind #happiness

473 · Dec 2024

300 Poet Poem

Abbott J Hardison Dec 2024

300 Poet Poem

So, this isn't really a poem,
More of just a post.
I'm looking for 300 poets,
New or old,
To write a line.
For a 300 poet poem.
I have one so far,
I'm in need of 299 more.

I don't know if people read my edits to these, but I just wanted to you you all know, you're in such harmony with fellow poets, you're rhyming. :)
Also, feel free to submit more than one line!
I think it'd be a cool thing to try out. Let me know if you guys are interested.
If you would like to participate, write up a line for the poem and private message it to me. Make sure to include your name or pen name in the email that way I can credit you. I will arrange the lines in a way that makes sense to read.
Thanks guys.
Name of the poem is pending if you guys have ideas let me know, please forward this to anyone who you'd think would be interested, I want to make this a real thing.

#scrapbook #poems

471 · Mar 17

Country Of Her

Abbott J Hardison Mar 17

Country Of Her

No bed is mine,
If I lay not with her.
There is no home for me,
If I cannot hold her, gazing into the sea.
I am citizen to no country,
Unless it is the territory of her lips.

She

#country #life #love #her #sea #home

471 · Mar 30

I Pay For Her

Abbott J Hardison Mar 30

I Pay For Her

I pray for her safety,
The world is scary.
I pray for her happiness,
She deserves joy.
I pray for her,
That not even a hair will bother her.

I wish I could be there always

#praying #safety #joy #happy #hair #worry

470 · Mar 27

To Speak In Thought

Abbott J Hardison Mar 27

To Speak In Thought

As much as this is a gift,
It is a curse all the same.
Speaking in the tongue of thought,
I seem to think it all,
And I want to speak it all.

Although I wish each time a star passes by,
I still lay silent.
Stolen from my chance to speak,
Is there a way to say this where it'll be heard,
All of it, not just the gems.

Poetry

#speaking #thought #curse #gift #stars #whishes

468 · Dec 2024

Reading Poetry and In Winter Song

Abbott J Hardison Dec 2024

Reading Poetry and In Winter Song

These cold days,
Poetry is all I've got.
Where snow falls solemnly from looming clouds,
The only thing I surround myself with are words.
I miss the spring city,
Nothing could penetrate my armor of love.
For now that December has made it's descent, I am left in winter song,
Alas, for poetry, who's warm heart could melt the ice of sorrow.
Where will the fae dance tonight?
For reading poetry it makes my heart soar, and it makes my heart sore.
Snowflakes lace the winter grave of Autumn leaves,
And poetry, a silent goddess in the wind, has captured my tongue.
Where is the sun? In this winter's song,
For poems are the light in my dark.
Cold, the fingers that hold my pen,
Verse warms my soul.
Where am I? In this winter's song.

This is a mash-up of two unfinished poems. Let me know what you guys think. Have a great Wednesday everyone. :)

#poetry #winter #sad #wondering #wandering #soul #life

467 · Mar 2

Feel It In The Morning

Abbott J Hardison Mar 2

Feel It In The Morning

I'm one awful actor,
You can see it in the red of my face.
One look at your face,
There goes my whole facade.
I won't pretend I know what I'm doing,
I just do what I'm feeling,
It's one wild ride.
Feel free to stick around,
But you'll feel it in the morning.

It's impossible to describe this kind of thing.

#morning #love #acting #ride #feeling

463 · Feb 10

Paradox Cheerios

Abbott J Hardison Feb 10

Paradox Cheerios

Who
         Are
                You?

If I'm honest I don't really know, I think I'm me but I could be you just as well as you could be me and I could be someone else entirely.
All I've got to do is take off this mask but what if I do and nobody is
There, Their, Theirs, Where?

#weird #paradox #breakfast #morning #lost #confused

462 · Mar 25

It's A Good Place

Abbott J Hardison Mar 25

It's A Good Place

It's a good place,
The place we are.
Even in the cold weather,
I know I have your warmth to hold me over.
Because after all the freezing winds,
Comes the happy days of spring,
And this spring, I'll be happy with you.
So won't you get your converse on,
To come flower picking with me.
We can skip down flower fields,
Picking plenty of rosy red poppies.

Love grows with the seasons

#good #places #weather #cold #winds #flowers #spring

462 · Feb 2

Okay

Abbott J Hardison Feb 2

Okay

Rose blood red,
Pricked my finger,
Now the feeling's trapped in my head.

I think it felt okay,
But that's not okay,
I'll save my silly thoughts,
So you know I'm okay.

Really sad today, I don't know why.

#okay #sad #rose #flower #red #blood #thoughts #thinking #health

461 · Jan 10

Camera Girl

Abbott J Hardison Jan 10

Camera Girl

Here comes the camera girl,
Clumsy American beauty!
With a French hat placed upon her head lazily,
And her camera hanging from her neck.
Looking around the streets,
Photographing Paris, a way to live through scenes.

But she'll never be happy,
Just watching the people,
Who dance by the Eiffel Tower.
No, she must dance!
But alas, she has no man with which to dance,
How sad.

Adventures in Paris are the best.

#paris #camera #dancing

461 · Jan 10

Move Baby!

Abbott J Hardison Jan 10

Move Baby!

Strike me down baby,
Strike me down.
Take me to the dance floor,
Let me see the fire in your eyes.
Move with that passion,
I yearn to see.
I'll catch you if you fall,
While pouring your heart out.
So while were still young,
Move those hips.
And hit me up,
Looking good,
Looking fly,
Looking like I might just have to try,
Something crazy to be your guy.
Don't leave me hanging baby,
Your wild fire tames me.
So do the ballet,
Of the modern world,
Let me watch while you twirl.
And leave me lusting,
Once again.

Inspired by "Come On Eileen," picked me right up again.

#dancing #love #heart #move #fire #baby #you

461 · Mar 10

I Wake Tonight

Abbott J Hardison Mar 10

I Wake Tonight

The world sleeps silently,
Yet not for I,
I wake on this cold breathy night.
Wind softly hushing my stir,
But it can't hush the thoughts in my head,
On this lonesome night I am awake.
Eyes glowing wide,
Bearing witness to the stars tonight,
My soul tied to the spirits of those who lie awake too.

The Spring leap just happened and I've lost an hour of sleep.

#wake #night #cold #stars #eyes