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Happy - in 101 Words

Thank you, God, for making me a female,
one so strong, cheerful and alive!
The weaker sex? I guess!  If being frail
can serve me, I will anything contrive!
A tire flat?  Out of gas?  I use
“femininity” when in a fix.
I do it oh so charmingly - this ruse-
used by clever chicks like politics!
Those that share my gender cast a spell,
and In our sex are pleasant aspects found.
In art of conversation we excel.
By friendship and by loyalty we are bound.
Penis envy?  Me?  I like your plan,
I am happy not to be a man!


For the the What Makes You Happy old - new poem Poetry Contest
of Royal Ninja~

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2015

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Into the Gloaming

Beneath the weeping willow
A gentle figure swings
Her dress of white a-billow
While soft and sweet she sings

She sang within this bower
What song I cannot tell
Her hair bedecked with flowers
Blue Canterbury bells

And on into the gloaming
Is heard this pleasant sound
When stars begin their roaming
She lets her hair unbound

Then o'er her form the willow weeps
The night is still -- the child sleeps

Copyright © Isaiah Zerbst | Year Posted 2013

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Scent of her

It was a long desired pleasure to feel
in my caress the softness of her flesh,
the lust behind her wetness, and reveal
the warmth of passion within to refresh
that longing to fondle a girl in bloom;
to taste her lips, feel her bosom and sense
the natural fragrance of her perfume;
for eagerness in place of innocence.
Her charm lived in me as too did her scent,
the bitter-sweet scent of her lovingness,
love devoted to it’s ardent extent,
at last to leave behind the loneliness.

There remained no doubt that love would cherish,
renew hope for the heartbreak to perish.



T.J Grén

Copyright © Teppo Gren | Year Posted 2015

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Sonnet to Thoughtful Women

I did not wish to leave your warm embrace --
   I did not wish for our sweet love to end --
And though your chauvinism's a disgrace,
   I cannot help but see you as a friend.
Perhaps someday a sweeter girl you'll find,
   Who'll do just as you wish for her to do --
A girl who doesn't have a thoughtful mind,
   So she can focus all she is on you.
She'll nod her head, and brainlessly agree
   With anything you say, to make you smile --
She'll cook your meals and serve you honeyed tea,
   And never stop her chatter all the while;
So when your brain cells rot from lack of use,
   You've only you to blame, and no excuse.

Copyright © M. Teresa Blaylock | Year Posted 2006

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CHILDHOOD TENDERNESS

CHILDHOOD TENDERNESS

Innocent sweet child, so blessed with love.
Smile of a little girl, behold and seek
Joy of life’s pearl, to feel her mother‘s love,
Stroke of her hair, a soft kiss on her cheek.
So gay is she, playful, cheerful, appease,
Dancing through a field of meadow flowers,
Like a butterfly streaming in the breeze,
Laughter, joy of happiness, love of ours.
Teardrop of a child, care of her mother,
her tenderness brushing the tears away.
Soothing voice, comfort, love from none other,
true to feel it through her life, day to day.

It is a tender magical feeling,
to fathom the depth, love’s endless healing.


Contest: Poem that Time Forgot 2
Sponsored by: Silent One

Copyright © Teppo Gren | Year Posted 2015

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Girls Just Wanna Have Fun

Girls Just Wanna Have Fun
Saturday night’s always my special night, and I’ll party hearty ‘till broad daylight. Long hair and shapely hips swinging to the beat, I’m no wallflower who’ll sit in a back corner seat.
No ball and chain will keep me down. Don’t try to cramp my style just hanging around. It’s one life to live and I’m still young - I’m full of life and just wanna have fun!
You can’t hang out with me if you’re uptight, as I’ll be bopping onstage under a bright neon spotlight. Watch me let loose dancing the night away, that’s right…sipping Margaritas as I happily sway.
I won’t be done until out comes the sun - ‘Cause us single girls just wanna have fun!

Copyright © Pandita Sanchez | Year Posted 2015

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First kiss

You called out to me with a query sweet,
for a promise behind the subtle notion,
to give an answer in a word discreet,
of childhood sweetheart’s loving emotion.
You touched my lips for a delightful kiss,
the first kiss that was real, a soft touch,
forever more to cherish; reminisce.
Oh, the first kiss, for us to mean so much.
Through time the meaning of that first kiss grew,
through times of learning, through tears of yearning,
to find another to kiss, for who knew,
how far time would pass, of years of searching,

Before new love would blossom, to allow,
the feeling of joy once more to endow.



T.J Grén

Copyright © Teppo Gren | Year Posted 2015

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Eyes that smiled

The smiling eyes and manner of life’s joy,
enough to melt the hearts of foreign girls.
So soon, and with a surprise to the boy,
enchanted new friends, alluring love‘s pearls.
Not one, not two, but three, in place of two,
left far behind in time, and in distance.
Novel joy in virgin land, embraced to
beleive in love’s forthcoming existence.
The eyes that smiled, enticing tenderly,
innocent maidens of youth to snuggle,
against the cheerful boy who so gently,
would embrace, hold tight in a warm cuddle.
	
Sweet was the virtue of being smitten,
innocence of the three girls from Britain.



T.J Grén

Copyright © Teppo Gren | Year Posted 2015

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Youthful Fascination

SONNET – YOUTHFUL FASCINATION

A girl so sweet, ravishing rosiness,
young, yet in manner, a woman refined.
Youthful fascination of eagerness,
leading to keenness, by others defined.
A bosom of new ripeness, soft yet firm,
enchantment to embrace, yet without cause,
nor consent, but desirous to confirm,
female beauty’s form in a moment’s pause.
Loss of innocence, of respect, followed,
admiration by some, scorn by others,
worldly pleasure in place of pride swallowed,
conduct polite kept, lust for love smothers.

Female shape and form so much to adorn,
feelings warm reverenced by courage born.


29.11.2015

Copyright © Teppo Gren | Year Posted 2015

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Bond of Love

Love shall be the easiest word; to say.
Though deeper than any words do go,
Harder in ways that anyone may show.
True love so much more such anyway.
Shall wipe out any form of dismay,
 If veracity of heart is graciously slow.
When mixed with eyes that seem to glow.
Tenderness rewarding, true loves array.

More than any act, that enriches pleasure.
Flows from, enacted verses; unspoken,
Spirited rapture, with hormonal divide,
From the soul; pure golden treasure,
Enriches feelings beyond any token,
Heavenly bond ensues; when two coincide.

Copyright © cecil hickman | Year Posted 2013

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IMMIGRANT GIRL

       IMMIGRANT GIRL
Remembering this night of our last touch,
when nothing is between us we should know,
in love with loving you, and just how much
I wonder where in time do such nights go?

Forbidden like a box all sealed up tight,
or like the burning Zeus refused to share
with mortals such as we, and on this night,
Pandora's box is opened everywhere,

you are, this night, my first and only love
and always shall remain this part of me,
created from the earth and waters of
our night when Aphrodite let it to be.

       And I am more than blessed for loving you
          illegal though you are, it's what l do.
©ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet

Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2014

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be my girl

Be my girl

Make me whole again. Take my love .hold my hand lets drink love
And lose ourselves into love. Girl lets for once forget about the world
And enjoy life, be my girl and I will be your boy,
Let me touch your lips they look soft and they are shiny,
Forgive me your love is to die for.

Can I at list hold you close to my chest?
I want to feel the warmth of your skin, forgive me again your beauty is irresistible.

The art that God used when he was creating you is so amazing and
It drives me crazy to be in the same world with such beautiful creature.
Girl don’t look at my face, you make me shy,

And every time I see your smile my heart eventually stops for a moment,
Your eyes are like an arrow that struck straight into my heart.

If I can stay and stir at your beauty for a while I swear I would get lost in love
Let me go before I lose myself into love more than I have already done.

Copyright © Busani Zuma | Year Posted 2015

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Beautiful Redhead aka: Irish Princess

 Dating a beautiful redhead girl will be the greatest moment of my life. She’s like an Irish princess, even better. Her hair is so red, it’s as if she’s on fire. Her beautiful eyes are like a pair of emerald gems when I look at them. And her pale skin is as beautiful as pure, white snow. It seems to me that all attractive redheads are amazing, and most of all, they’re down to Earth. This redhead is also like a beautiful, Irish Princess, even from the Emerald Isle (Ireland). I never dated an attractive redheaded girl before, but it’s about time that I did. Plus, there are other beautiful redheads who are famous, like Kay and Danielle Panabaker, Emma Stone, Hayley Williams, Lindsay Lohan, Lily Cole, and others. Not to mention Julienne Moore, even though she’s happily married. I wouldn’t mind dating a beautiful redhead, but she has to be from the U.S. or Ireland. She’s like that redheaded warrior from Brave. She’ll be my Irish Princess one day (Irish girlfriend), and I’ll be her American prince (American beau). I say, if I were to get into a serious relationship with this attractive redhead, I won’t break her heart; I’d also be honest and truthful to her. I know that female redheads are sensitive and I also know that she doesn’t want to be brokenhearted. All I know is that if I fall in love with a redhead girl and I become infatuated with her, there’s just no telling.

Copyright © Brashard Bursey | Year Posted 2013

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Job



So long ago when just a teenager
Wanting all the things that spoke to a girl
I decided there was only one way
It seemed I should give employment a whirl

Small town, not many jobs to apply for
Finally got hired at the coffee shop
Found out I was the worst waitress ever
My humiliation just would not stop

I spilled almost everything I touched
Orders were often totally mixed up
The just would  not let me make the coffee
Usually nothing in my tip cup

It was a learning experience though
And helped me learn about myself I know…


Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2014

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60's Cruising In Western Kansas

      60's CRUSING IN WESTERN KANSAS
Around the square, Camaros belching flame,
in hot pursuit of Mustangs on the prowl,
we'd change the rules but never change the game
and love was what brought on the midnight howl!

Two sisters in a Plymouth, Daddy's curse;
hair rolled up tight into a flowered bun, 
with gold from Colorado for their thirst,
would look much better as the night drove on;

and at the magic moment, loosed the hair--
the swap was on--and to the back seat of
the rolling boudoir waiting for them there,
as echoed from the pipes, the sound of love!

Their skinny feet left marks of show and tell;
For weeks the boys would pray, she wouldn't swell.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet

Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2014

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Little Sister the Chef

Being the little sister in a family with mostly boys
Was very hard and difficult liking all their toys
I loved to play in the dirt , could throw any ball
Played "running bases", "tag", and loved "off the wall"

My sister was way older and she was never home
So I was forced to battle with my brothers on my own
I fought my battles valiantly, but each time I would lose
Being youngest in a family,I often became the muse

I cried many tears those many years ago
For competing with those boys,I had a lot to show
I grew older,strong, and smarter and chose a tough career
Cooking for a living in a man's world, I showed no fear

Those brothers had taught me to always fight for what's right
A women could cook as well as a man, and besides I had a knife!

Copyright © Jennifer Marie Oliver | Year Posted 2013

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Aphrodite Night

       APHRODITE NIGHT
Remembering that night of our last touch,
when nothing was between us we should know,
in love with loving you, and just how much
I wonder, where in time do such nights go?

Forbidden like a box all sealed up tight,
or like the burning Zeus refused to share
with mortals such as we, and on this night,
Pandora's box was opened everywhere,

you were, that night, my first and only love
and always shall remain this part of me,
created from the earth and waters of
a night when Aphrodite let us see.
       
And I am more than blessed for loving you
          forever and all time, as I will do.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet

Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2014

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A Sonnet On a Tough Girl

I never will forget in junior high this girl who was a two-faced friend of mine. I can’t remember now the reason why, but she got mad for something asinine. She said, “I’m gonna beat you up! Be at the park, beside the water tower.” She then told me, “Bet you won’t show up.” That brat was MEAN! All day I fretted needlessly of what could be a real bad episode! So after school with my best friend, I went And waited for that witch; she never showed! With great relief, I then began to vent to my best friend of things that we could do to that “tough girl” - a chicken through and through! *True story & dedicated to my junior high school foe, who later went on to marry (and then divorce) the brother of my BEST friend! To read more about what happened later on with me and her, please view "ABOUT THIS POEM" which can be seen by clicking in the left hand corner above the title of a poem. For Carol Brown's Poetry Contest: ORNERY BEST FRIENDS

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2012

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Little Princess - Hex Sonetta

Precious little princess,
with eyes of royal blue,
and hair of golden hue,
which tends to be a mess,
but I could not care less,
'cause I'm in love with you.

You may not act the part,
of royalty defined,
but in my biased mind,
you are a work of art,
I cherish in my heart,
for you are God-designed.

With sticky face and hands,
your wish is my command.

8/18/15
For Andrea's Hex-Sonetta contest

Copyright © Kim Merryman | Year Posted 2015

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Tears of a Little girl

Tears of a little girl
that's so young, that's in her childhood, 
make a golden well, make a golden well,
but she doesn't realize
her tears sing a song so beautiful.
They sing a song of treasure,
they sing a song so wonderful,
they sing to worship God,
but she doesn't realize
she has a gift to sing.
She mustn't sing for anything
she must sing for the King,
but she doesn't realize,
she can sing so goldenly, (so as a golden well)

Copyright © Sebenele Shongwe | Year Posted 2007

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My Love for a Hispanic Girl---Spanish version

Una chica hispana la fuerza y belleza tan sabios y fuertes, creo que estoy enamorado de ella. Ella representa al sol que brilla toda la habitación y mi mundo por día. Por la noche, ella es la luna que sube por la noche, y mi buena estrella.La belleza de todas las niñas hispanos están floreciendo como un lote de rojo, amarillo, blanco y rosas rosadas. Cuando miro a los ojos de una hermosa chica hispana, que brillan como un par de caras diamantes por valor de 1 millones de dólares. Cuando veo la cara, es como mirar un ángel

Copyright © Brashard Bursey | Year Posted 2012

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In Gods Eyes

The girl in the corner 
With her headphones in
 To drown out the voices 
Screaming "your too ugly, your too thin". 
The girl that wipes away
 the tears in her eyes
Who hides her broken heart
Behind fake smiles and lies.
The girl who's always laughed at 
because she is "unique" 
One day you will realize
 that little girl is me. 
And one day I wont be laughed at 
For being different or unique 
Because one day ill be wearing 
A pair of angel wings.
In Gods eyes were all perfect
There's nothing wrong with that
And the day I go to heaven
Ill stop getting laughed at.

Copyright © Destany Stanley | Year Posted 2013

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BAREFOOT GIRL

BAREFOOT  GIRL


To my empty garden one day in the heat,
Hair full of daisies and floating on the breeze,
Came a carefree little girl in bare feet,
And her dog,  completely at  their ease.

They  passed  my orchids and roses so sweet, 
Found a cool place to play beneath my trees.
They ran  barefoot  round the vacant seat
And rolled around on  feet and knees.

I watched from my window as the happy  pair 
Danced and laughed,  then in a blink 
Jostled and turned, ran here and there.
When tired they sat down.  I smiled  to think

     How my garden was complete and pleasant
     With my shoeless daughter and her dog present.

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Copyright © Sidney Beck | Year Posted 2011

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IN LOVE WITH LOVING YOU

        IN LOVE WITH LOVING YOU
Out of the dark, you'll hear my whistling,
this night bird searching out the heart of you,
who knows the song is you, and meant to sing,
and I, who feel your words, forever do.

In love am I, with all you'll ever be,
though you don't even count me as a friend,
I come and go, throughout your life, 'tis me,
you'll only know as steady, to your end.

This night bird knows the deep inside your breast,
your secrets never shared with anyone,
each tiny pain, you've thought to be a test,
each answer from each question--Life goes on.

         Out of the dark, you'll feel me spread my wings,
           In love with loving you, and what it brings.
© ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet

Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2013

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Bending Space

Bending Space

When the confusion is gone
When you stop running away 
When all the hope that you have
When it's the fear that you say
When all the lights are out
When all your thoughts are clear
When you find what you've lost
When your smile is pure
When your heart is for sure
When you look in your eyes
When you leave all your lies
When there's no more place to hide
When it's you you must confide
I hope it's you who's by my side..............

by €hristian Alexander 

Copyright © Christian Alexander | Year Posted 2014

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Girl with the mystery eyes

What lies behind those mysterious black eyes?
What happened to our paths why did they become tied?
Nobody spoke to you, why were you alone?
After seeing you smile my heart has fondly grown.
In the middle of nowhere you're from my home town?
This cannot be real I realise with a frown.
Maybe it's time to put these mushrooms down.

Copyright © Mr Jaybus | Year Posted 2014

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Confessions to a Bartender

BARTENDER! BARTENDER! Pour me a drink if you please
strongest you got...get the lime twist it, with a squeeze.
Had a rough night last night..got a bug for your ear
Pour yourself a stiff one..buddy... come-sit right here.
Remember the man I told you about -I saw the other day?
Said it's his playground....ask me to come out and play?
I went over that night…my husband’s out of town-
Bartender…let me tell you..let me tell you  what I found..
Mansion..pure mansion..from the front to the back
Money everywhere..he definitely has no lack
Bartender.. he..had..me- when he turned down the lights
He got closer asked me to stay even spend the night.

The dim lights, soft music, scent of his Drakkar Noir
Girl..I was ready what else could a girl ask for?
Just when I prepared to form my lips to say “yes”
What happened next.. go ahead take a guess
I tossed my head back to masculine scents of his cologne-
Another song began to play, girl it was my phone.
My husband was calling me.. he was on his way back-
Bartender, I thought I would die.. have a heart attack!!
I hurried up and got my shoes..coat and all the rest
If it hadn’t been for that…well..you know, I must confess!


Confessions To A Bartender


Copyright © Valerie Sherman | Year Posted 2011

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Age of Aquarius

A bell tolls and to its peal I am bound,
  Out of slumber wakes a boy age fancy;
How my heart trembled to hearken its sound
  And gaze on your beauty sweet Beverly.
You lived on Onslow where I did follow,
  And sat beside your desk I longed to be
While treading leaves home on Eden's hollow...
  But sat my nemesis sweet Beverly.
Those rosebud lips, that smile, your Gypsy eyes,
  Rushed my pulse to farthest extremity!
When blameless hearts divide and virtue dies
  Lost are the days of us sweet Beverly.
Its forgetting had for a long age slowed
My racing broken heart on Valley Road.

                     
                 


November 1992

Copyright © Keith Trestrail | Year Posted 2014

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By my side

Smiling profusely by my side,
Withholding the aura of my charm,
Thinking how possible is my plan,
Delirious is I as to my possible slide,

Subjecting myself to her emotional farm,
On the process of illuminating her beauty inside,
Now I think it's time to play the clown,
Deliberately displays humility I admire,

She's willing for a passion to conspire,
The wrongs she pleas are suspended by my frown,
If granted the privilege we could make a clan,
Distraction my tool of partial larn,

Seemingly naughty is her on a glide,
Interpretation of status we further seek to affirm.

Copyright © Prince Yusuf | Year Posted 2013

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GIRL

GIRL

Ghost
In
Real
Life.....
is a false saying.

Genius
In
Real
Life......
is a correct saying.

Look at your Mother,
Just like a Bird' feather.
Even she is a girl,
In the form of a living Pearl.

Copyright © Jeswant Gembali | Year Posted 2015