Mm.. The Luck Of The Irish

Most people come into my life for a season, some for a reason  
Dignity in heart, mind, the sincere gifts of universal’s cohesion    
Some minds uplift me throughout, be that it may, proudly, as one might say    
Inspiring comments, enticing messages propelling my intellectual wit during the course of the day    
Most have been here for a decade of time    
The aged ones, whose lines are like fine wine to my thirsty mind    
A sugar-coated blanket for me to emotionally unwind    
    
This poem is dedicated sincerely to you    
The handsome ones, as I say, cushioning my divinity conceptual moods    
Getting intoxicated off your mental groove    
Unseen faces, bathing me with words to soothe    
You do not know me, yet, by face    
Somehow, our kindred souls seek laughter, comfort, found in such limited space    
My philosophy is to keep your mind soaring beyond the stars as our cerebral cortex embrace    
Always know my teasing to the heart is arrowed in the right place    
     
From a sip of my compassion while heads bowed in grace    
Trying to retain your heart flutters, within the sacred boundaries of life’s rat race    
For the ones who have withstood    
Who have captivated my heart for the good    
My private handsome Knighthood    
You know who you are    
Once sat upon the crescent moon with me, as we looked down among the twinkling stars    
A pot of gold I give you today, here you are, you handsome man from Mars    
     
Continue on your journey exploiting what defines your manly creed    
Words of engagement, enlightenment, encouragement, for all eyes to see in the beautiful mystique of my need    
Spinning me, we, to believe, from what we read, some verses we even perceive    
Spooning us a taste of your talent, your hidden written mysteries    
Life is like an hourglass    
Free flowing as time continues to pass    
     
Flip it over    
It rains again like a four-leaf clover    
More time in life to do    
Added time to paddle one’s own canoe      
As suspended time catches up    
Relax your mind, come to me, and get prefilled from the chalice of my butter rum cup    
Serenading you softly with those love and hugs    
In the heat of the night misting you with kisses and massaging rubs