Water knight
He slid down the dance floor, drink in hand
For a pretty blonde at the bar.
A womanizer, he liked girls, he saw himself as a ‘Dapper Dan’.
She was his type with curved hips, caressed by satin and lace,
All combed hair, neat kitten-heeled shoes, and
makeup applied to her face.
“Precious filly, dance with me, let me show you the track”
“Ooooh, cheeky, I could, if you buy me a drink.”
Her smile widened, she was his, for the night
hopefully he danced to the door of his own bedroom.
She drank the drink she bought and then said with a smile
“Don’t worry about another” and tickled her under her chin.
“You come here often, I’ve seen you in action,
“You’re my type, any chance for a gin?”
They danced and drank like there was no tomorrow
And by sharing their loneliness they drowned their pain.
You see, it takes one to know one and therein lies the trick, because
With both of them over seventy, time goes by quickly.
Land knight
He glided into the darkness of the night, with soft footsteps, no light.
Glancing left and right, he hugged the shadows tightly.
The tools of his trade were packed inside his gray steel jacket, sharpened
but it was worth it, they had cost him a bundle.
The work was sweet, plans had been made, with the chosen route
and clad, he knew the streets, he noticed every stone and every brick.
A patrol car, on its night watch, passed, the headlights did not see it,
He pressed himself against the wall, his stomach clenched, feeling sick.
The moon appeared behind a cloud, a silver ray, clear and bright.
they strafed the ground.
He waited until darkness covered him once more.
and went out, looking around.
Patience rewarded, he saw his target lurk, unaware of their presence.
in the gloom that covers.
Quick now, he ran across the street, his hand on the steel of his jacket.
He ran over and over and started attacking him.
The steel sank, met no resistance and the smell came,
heavy and cloying, his hands dirty, feeling slightly wet.
Breathing heavily, he plunged the steel deeper and deeper into
Hard eyes, tight mouth, stiff jaw.
Inside his pocket was a packet of seeds, when the potatoes were fully grown
Would many mouths be filled?
He sprinkled the seed and picked up his trowel, stroking the earth
back on the hill to the roundabout.
Vegetables, fruits, grown stealthily in municipal places, such as parks, lawn curbs,
However, never any trace of the guerrilla gardeners who
I worked in the dead of night, planting, growing food for free
for the city to eat and enjoy, cultivated by the nameless and faceless.
The Knight of the Air.
With cold eyes like a Siberian night,
He remained ruthless, because he knew what he was doing was right.
His mind, razor sharp, was focused and clear
His tongue, ready to speak, was as sharp as a spear.
She had read the reports, everything was understood.
And he knew what to do, how to do it right.
His eyes were clearly fixed on those in front.
They knew they were trapped, like prey on a hunt.
And then he spoke, loud, firm, clear,
Knowing that the assembled could not stop listening.
“If there is any impediment to this marriage, declare it now
and if not, make your marriage vow “.
“I know that I declare you husband and wife and I can
you both have a long and happy life. “
His eyes turned soft like a summer day
and smiled at the sweet couple on their wedding day.
Love so tender, gentle and caring at first
You cannot help but lift and rejoice your heart.
