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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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Letters

Letters

You left me a baby barely out of my crib;
Weakened without you, now stronger at last;
Black hole in mum’s chest, Adam took his rib;
It’s too late now, the iron has rust;
And to you Mother, my greatest woman on Earth;
In youth and all ambition you put your plans to yield;
I am a man now, still and always your son from birth;
I will always remember my promise to build;
To my love, my lily, my beauty, I see you;
Couple with me, let the cycle start again;
Through our youth and middle age I will love you;
So in death we shall feel no pain;
My whole life in a note but more;
With the three souls that made my core.

 




 

Copyright © Litha Ishmael

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the best i ever had

THE BEST I EVER HAD
The smile that brightens my days
The hands that wipe off my tears
Brown eyes that create happiness
Dimples that hide the pain inside.
The heart that loves deep inside,
You the friend always on my side,
The love that lives in my mind.
only saying your name creates a smile,
That does not fade in our minds,
Always here though there are miles
Keeping us apart and in each other’s minds.
You the best I ever had,
The one I will never hurt,
But tease just to remind her of pain,
That brought us together in the same grain
Flushed all of it remained fully sane,
Cared of each other, 
And faced the world together.
To see her smile makes all better,
Which is why I would never hurt her.
			/THE LOVING OW-JAY
			Odwa Mdeyide/

Copyright © odwa mdeyide

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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

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Lost and Found

She was lost, alone in the world
With no one to help her in life.
No one to listen and be her friend.
She never smiled, rarely laughed.
She kept to herself, talked only when she had to.
Everyday she slowly died inside
Could feel herself slipping away...
Further and further in the dark abyss...
Then she met him and she was found.
Finally she had someone to listen and be her friend
She smiled and laughed and talked all the time.
She felt herself coming back, bit by bit
She began to live again,
and she owed it all to him.

Copyright © Linda Schultz

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The Broken Girl-not me

Is my life not tortured enough for you to see? 
I am broken as can be. 
My heart is torn. 
My tears stain these perfect floors.  
Why are singing with glee? 
Why do you not care about my every plea? 
I am trapped in your arms. 
I am the hopeless moth. 
How did you pick me? 
What is it that you see? 
A girl untouched by life? 
A flower blooming in the desert? 
I have said goodbye to my loving integrity.  
You took that from me through R-A-P-E.

Copyright © Layla Elkoulily

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EPIPHANY

     EPIPHANY
Dear little lady, we are those who've seen
The deepest you, when no one else would care.
Unswayed by media, we've always been,
Devoted to the girl we know is there.

Now it appears, as light must find its way
Into the dark, where stars are burning out,
More love's discovered, so the world must say,  
Your inner glow is what you're all about.

There's been such deep contained there in your eyes.
Yes, you are who you've been, and whom you'll be,
And rescued from the vile, please realize
You've always been our little girl to see.

Dear Lindsay, rise you up above your bad,
And show the little girl we've always had.
© 2013 Ron Wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown poet.

Copyright © Vee Bdosa

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Sandcastles

When she dreams of following streams,
of childlike castles in the sand,
with ancient pebbles in her hand,
seen through brown eyes that gleam.
As the tides leave tales untold,
she sits among the scattered shells.
The sea gulls sound like ocean bells. 
With sand too soft for her to hold.
She molds the dough into an art, 
and knows that it will fade away.
Like secret whispers in the dark,
yet still she builds it everyday. 
With girlfriend longing in her heart,
for sandcastles that will stay.

Copyright © TaMara Goode

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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

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FAIR OBSSESSION

Unprecedented this obsessed attention
First a wish, awaken in fantasy’s mansion
Unraveling the beauty of her intention
Over the will of her emotion
Mutating through memory’s streets to future’s attraction
And still, fair is the underlying fascination

Offering her smile, time, and participation
Knowing he was hers by intuition
Obsessed? Yes, but wonder in expectation
Rest now, sweet wishes of sorrowful conclusion
Off he goes, not minding her conviction
Days, months and years passed like ration
Destined however, to be joyful amidst this fixation
Uplifting, as an imitation walks her dream to realization

Copyright © Emerho O. Samuel

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ENGLISH SONNET for RIAMICHELLE

@riamichelle

Picture perfect! Paint the perfect picture,
Pictured as my mind defines true beauty.
PERFECTION posted permanent fixtures,
Providing this POET with his duty.
Premature appreciation? NEVER!
Pretty MISS riamichelle reserved it,
Purposely presenting us with clever
Perceptions of herself; SHE deserved it!
Please accept this ode, with an open heart,
Personifying your pleasurable
Presence. Your beauty is state of the art;
Poetically unmeasurable!
People, position yourselves, as I load
Plausible reasons for writing this ode!

Copyright © dakarai cobb