My darling enigma, my dove
You’re the epitome of my love
Your smile shines at me pearly white
Pale skin shines and glints in the light
Silken locks, obsidian flow
Eyes just like ice, crystalline glow
Peals of laughter ring like a bell
Enchant me; I’m under your spell
You walk with a musical flow
Tiptoeing with softness through snow
But, alas, you open your mouth
Utter tripe spilling out
If only you’d keep your mouth shut.
(Love from Anonymous)
Copyright © Laura Hannan
I may slap you, curse you, smack you
Don’t get too serious honey, its monthly fun
I am PMS ing and my trauma is true
Be my gentleman and Pass My Shotgun
I may hate your friends and knock them down
Be any handsome man or cute chick
Don’t get them here when I am around
I am PMS ing, People Make me Sick
I may laugh out loud at your silly jokes
And the very next moment won’t find them funny
That catastrophic emotional trauma pokes
I am PMS ing, its Psychotic Mood Shift honey
Every month, within me I sense this ruinous storm
It’s not me honey, this phantom is Premenstrual Syndrome
Copyright © Neha Godambe
Shall I compare thee to your mother's arse?
Thou aren’t more lovely, but more flatulent.
Rough winds do shake it; and bring on a farce
And all her clothes hath all too short a rent
Sometime too hot-headed of hell doth burn,
And often is the true nature exposed;
And every foul from fowl; my stomach churns,
By reason, or by nature's raging closed.
But thy infernal diet shall ne’er start
Nor gain possession of which now I grasp;
Nor shall we meet again; let’s stay apart,
When in eternal sounds the voice does rasp,
So long as men can breathe or eyes can cry,
So long lives this, and I bid thee goodbye.
Copyright © Flippant She-Creature
What Fantasy, Just To Think To Touch Her Curves
Flowing from her curves, hot buckets of steam
She the sexpot, in every man's lustful dream
With her smile, a man's imagination could fly
Worst words she could ever say, would be good-bye!
What fantasy, just to think to touch her curves
Her soft touch could rattle any man's nerves
That voice, rivaled angels above gladly singing
When she moaned, historic echoes kept a'ringing!
There was such treasure in the sight of her legs
So much that sooner or later every man begs
The vision of delight, the sight of her breasts
Refusing such charms, nobody had passed such tests!
Flowing from her curves, deepest desire ever known
She the devil's bride, tempts by just standing alone!
Note, A sexy sonnet about ***** ******** -- I met her last night.
July 27th, 1979
PRESENTED AS WAS WRITTEN , SO LONG AGO. Complete with that old note.
Name erased by me now ! I Almost messed up and posted it...:whistling2:
I can still see her image from that first night!
Burned into my mind as a memory of my once wild life.
Copyright © Robert Lindley
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
Sweet and tender, they seal a bond,
Movements caress preciously to all.
With trembles, they will call.
Especially of yours I am fond.
They cast spell like a wizard’s wand.
Captured I was, when I saw.
My heart tied in a ball.
Pressing onward I respond.
Lips such as yours are my delight.
When ours meet, emotional treat,
Sensual feelings ever so bright,
Ardor expands without defeat.
Each kiss of morning or night,
Our souls locked, lovers complete.
written on 7/21/12
written by Cecil Hickman
Copyright © cecil hickman
My love, your breath, fresh as a spring breeze,
Caresses my face, with a wondrous tone,
As your sweet lips, approach mine, we moan.
For expectation, of such pleasurable tease,
For there is no time, for emotions to please,
Our brief moments, are barely, only a loan.
For passion delivers, future beautifully alone,
Our ecstasies of movements together, appease.
After spring, before the heat of summer time,
Our ardor grows; grows within each heart.
Our touch, Heavens blessing, to each other,
These moments, hours, days have no crime.
Together forever, our souls, never part,
Our spirits are free, to love; never smother.
Copyright © cecil hickman
"If I feel physically,
as if the top of my head been taken off,
I know it's poetry."
No money no honey from this honey
You may look but won’t rub this fine tummy;
That maybe so, but I ain’t no dummy
Shining like gold—don’t you touch this Emmy!
Pay gone, drunk, smoky, come acting thuggy,
Don’t treat me like an Egyptian mummy;
You have nerves to tell me I look yummy
Step back—know that I will not be chummy!
Say what, you will find another bunny?
Git, to your saloon playing gin rummy;
Tonight I’m keeping safe my sweet plumy
Leave—before I pull my New York Jimmy!
Swiftly, before doorknob hit your bunny,
Shuggy—I ain’t got time tonight bummy!
© Joseph, November 28, 2008
© All Rights Reserved
Poetry Soup International Poetry Contest
Semi-finalist Selection, Jan. 2009.
Poetry Soup Weekly Featured Poem
Sunday, May 24, 2009, to May 31, 2009
Joseph S. Spence, Sr., is the author of "The Awakened One Poetics" (2009), which is
published in seven different languages. He invented the Epulaeryu poetry form, which
focuses on succulent cuisines and drinks. He is published in various forums, including the
World Haiku Association; Poetinis Druskininku, Milwaukee Area College, Phoenix Magazine;
Möbius Poetry, and Taj Mahal Review to name a few. Joseph is a Goodwill Ambassador for
the state of Arkansas, USA, a college faculty, and a military veteran.
Copyright © Joseph Spence Sr
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
Lovely flower, how thee shines so brightly,
But what hath you be, when the sun must fall?
The sun must cease shining e'er so slightly,
Then the sunset be your beauty's last call
What happens when your morning dew has dried?
Sprinkled reflection of morning passes
What when the sunlight's golden hue has died,
And you're all alone in dying grasses?
What will you be, when your stem has turned brown?
And there's no set of eyes to admire?
What when your lovely blue petals fall down,
And there's nothing left of you to desire?
Your beauty shall forever be the past,
And this death of your color be the last~
Copyright © Dana Smith
Mystery, it clouds your form
Ecstasy, it keeps us warm
The dance has begun, with but us two
I'll take your hand, I'll walk with you
Take me to depths in the sea of love
Go with me further, never enough
I'll breathe in your perfumed scent
You intoxicate, invade my head
Give in to your senses, here we go
Follow me now, let your heart take control
Our time is short, and death is nigh
To mountains and peaks, we must fly
Leave life behind in our own world
Get away from it all, run with me, my pearl
Forget all your troubles, walk in the moonlight
Gaze into my eyes, stay with me tonight
We need not fear, we must venture on
Forsake loneliness, drink in our love's song
Pure angel of dawn, you've stolen my heart
You illuminate me, pierce the dark
Your purity, it leaves me numb
Your beauty, where does it come from?
I long to touch your smooth, soft skin
To stroke your hair, give you everything
To pull you into my embrace
To hear you breathe, to see your face
To feel your heart beat softly with mine
To hold you tightly, leave reason behind
To draw you in, to taste your kiss
All heartbreak gone, nothing amiss
I'd lose myself inside your eyes
Stay in love forever, mesmerized
Run away with me, barefoot in the sand
Walk by my side, rule all the lands
Hear our hearts beating with love so wild
Our heads spinning with passion, my child
There's untamed joy we can't contain
Hypnotizing ardor we can't explain
I'm Romeo, will you be Juliet?
We can share a bond we'll never forget
We can clasp hands in the twilight
Hold each other, day and night
We can be alone, just me and you
Our souls entwined, you know it's true
We can do anything, if you'll take faith
I'll protect you, I'll keep you safe
We can be together eternally
We can live forever – so come with me
Copyright © Roy Keith
Like skin stretched over broken bones, so tight
But does he know the hold of love's imprint?
Last to dream, first to fall from morning's light
To say to love was only first intent
His voice alone; bind me there forever
With the first man to provoke but my best
Disregarding pains - stabs - to endeavor
'Til the day my love is his to detest
And though he only feels but lovers start
The feeling of what may or may not be
I only dream some day I'll fill his heart
Only then he'll feel deepest love for me-
He'll wake with no crossing from life and dream,
And see love's much more than what it may seem.
Copyright © Dana Smith
Importance of Humility / Reward For Generosity
He told a parable to those who had been invited, noticing how they were choosing the places of honor at the table.
"When you are invited by someone to a wedding banquet, do not recline at table in the place of honor.
A more distinguished guest than you may have been invited by him
The host who invited both of you may approach you and say, 'Give your place to this man,'
Then you would proceed with embarrassment to take the lowest place.
Rather, when you are invited, go and take the lowest place so that when the host comes to you he may say,
'My friend, move up to a higher position.'
Then you will enjoy the esteem of your companions at the table.
For everyone who exalts himself will be humbled, But the one who humbles himself will be exalted.
" Then he said to the host who invited him
"When you hold a lunch or a dinner, do not invite your friends or your brothers or your relatives or your wealthy neighbors, in case they may invite you back and you have repayment.
Rather, when you hold a banquet, invite the poor, the crippled, the lame, the blind;
Blessed indeed will you be because of their inability to repay you.
For you will be repaid at the resurrection of the righteous."
Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza
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
My love, what shall you leave me with tonight?
What words are there to mend my broken heart?
Will our love be repaired with morning light,
Oh, or will nightfall be our last depart?
My darling, sha'nt I leave you without this,
My eternal promise of love to you
How could you pull apart this final kiss?
Don't let such love fade, whilst such lovely hue
So, before you give your final goodbye,
And your anger and hate bury your love
Remember what wishes, and dreams, will die
And the future that we had spoken of
So, I'll remind you with my final breath,
My eternal love is as strong as death
Copyright © Dana Smith
Whoe’er she be the creation of gazing and killing lips
That is not impossible to hold and to scream,
Whose form which I look down at the flesh of sea’s tulips
As I puzzle the need from my heart to stop it to go in bloodstream.
For where all stars far away come and stay where’er she lie
And those eyes direct to fear and I admire;
Till nothing tread out of me from the unseen outie
And still, or glist’ring nest a backfire
Of this whole thing wring the last message of passion
And fair lips, which the youth dire to cover with words;
To rise, “Bring all what it aspires and earnings compassion!”
And it was then Heaven can testify from the summer chords.
By the lovely out dream and day all night
My body and your body shall airtight.
Copyright © George Zamalea
Together they live happily forever
in a life filled with sorrows and sadness
they will be together, always never
excluded from reality for life
Forever or never they live to cry,
away they will be gone with but a knife
the choice to live happily or to just die
A knife or life, forever or never
a quarrel, a death, leaving one alone
he lies on the ground, a knife in his heart
a plan, a scheme, its never to be known
She says to herself "we must never part"
Now two dead hearts lie, killed with the same knife
Why? Was it love or just a wast of life?
Copyright © Deeana Valencia
Afore falling in his arms they advice to think twice
Unregretful I act beyond my surprise
It’s the grip of a force, a force here to claim
Compelling, like a moth drawn to the flame
Every night encloses the heat of flaming souls
But sun kissed morning plays a wicked role
To my realization it brings an obvious question
What next to prevent conception?
Like always, I pop in a pill to save the bill
My guy admires the worth of a contraceptive pill
It causes side-effects. Ah! How would he know?
He enjoys the freedom of reckless show
Nevertheless, I look at kids and admire their innocence
Wish the pill could kill within me my maternal pretence!
Copyright © Neha Godambe
In A Hotel Room
In a hotel room, she lies, literally to herself.
Their meetings filled with desire are brief.
How can she put her dignity on a shelf
Lost, between the crumpled sheet.
As a friend I helplessly watch
As her happiness turns to shame
All the joy before is lost
Falling for this hoodlums game.
There is no love in a hotel room
Used for trysts and rendezvous
As she leaves she's filled with gloom
Not the girl that I once knew.
Players play for keeps
no conscience they can sleep.
Copyright © Jennifer Marie Oliver
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
The wind up in the trees calls out his name
I search for him there in the sky above
The depth of his soul and mine are the same
There's such joy in the spirit of his sigh
I'll wrap him up and offer him my peace
Rock him like a wee baby in my arms
This love and devotion will never cease
I can feel the power of his sweet charms
My soul is now reflected in his eyes
His essence paints the color of my heart
I'll strive to make him laugh and soothe his cries
His world is mine and thus we'll never part
I know that angels guide our path of love
I've seen the blessings flowing from above
for contest"Sonnet Me"
sponsored by Sara Kendrick
Copyright © Deb Wilson
May 27, 2010
Bless it be Thee!
Bless it be Thee!
Truly, I love you.
My whole my new.
My heart your key!
Loose lips and free.
Realistically, I knew!
You are far and few.
I can justly let it be.
You know, it is Gemini’s Full Moon tonight,
The Universe is waking up figuring us all out.
Point me out as a random beam of Moonlight,
I am engulfing and enriching charts in route.
Swiftly suited, I stand in my place!
Bless it be it to Thee! A closed case!
®Registered: Ann Rich 2010
Copyright © Ann Rich
Fr. Christ said “I am the living bread that came down from heaven...
If anyone eats this bread
He will live forever
Who eats my flesh and drinks my blood has eternal life, abides in Me and I in him"
Essential signs of Eucharistic Sacrament are wheat bread and grape wine
Communion with the Body and Blood of Fr. Christ increases the communicant’s union
with the Lord God.
Receiving this sacrament strengthens the bonds of charity between the communicant and Fr. Christ
It also reinforces the unity of the Church as the mystical Body of Fr. Christ
The Church recommends the faithful to receive the Holy Communion at least once a year.
Fr. Christ Himself is present in the sacrament of the altar
He is to be honored with the worship adoration
To visit the Blessed Sacrament is a proof of gratitude
Expression of love
Duty of adoration toward Fr. Christ, Jesus our Lord
Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza
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
Copyright © odwa mdeyide
I vividly recall the dream, of the moment, I first saw your face
Unsettled, quite smitten, my mind became an empty space
Words tripped over, then skipped out, along with my voice
Like a bashful school girl meeting her first crush, I lost my poise
The fine, white, sun baked sand, like sugar, glistened
Lost in thought, building sand castles, I listened
Soothing sounds from crashing waves, seduced me into sleep
As cool mists from crested waves hungrily licked my pretty bare feet
I turned, to watch the seagulls, and there you stood, in the distance, staring
In that moment, quite unafraid, I stared right back, admiring
With each step towards me, this silly heart begged wings to fly
Before long, we stood face to face, knowing steamy summer love had arrived
Abruptly, I averted my eyes, from alluring smile, your eyes, too intense
Steamy heat invaded this body, leaving no chance for pretense
Copyright © Annalise a.k.a. Audrey Haick
Amar a una hermosa chica hispana será el gran momento de mi vida. Parece que todos los hispanos las niñas son hermosos ángeles. No sólo es esta chica hispana es tan bello como el resto de las niñas hispanas, ella es muy lindo, demasiado. Cuando vi esta hermosa chica hispana, tuve las mariposas en mi estómago. Pero cuando esta atractiva Hispanic ángel había entrado en mi vida , he tenido un instinto acerca de este momento. Esta chica hispana es el sol que brilla sol, la luna que aparece por la noche, y mi buena estrella.
Copyright © Brashard Bursey
She had the world in her eyes yet you could see through
A windowpane leading to a brick wall.
All I wanted was my notions, passions to ring true
Through her voice, lips, lust, despite myself I fall.
I can hear her haunting voice still in my head.
I can feel her fingertips flowing intertwined with mine.
The smell, scent, sadness lingers still in bed.
I could have seen it coming, she gave me a sign.
Yet to have and to hold, she inquired.
Despite myself, I inquired as well;
Nothing held, nothing had is what's transpired.
I can only blame me, too easily I fell.
Yet, here I stand, open-book.
She HAS the world in her eyes, if she'd just look.
Copyright © Derrick Shane
The cool winter breeze blowing across me,
the sweet little bird flying in the sky free.
Everything so cool and calm around
all happiness lost,seems again to be found,
in the nature of life with the cool winters
and always hope for good with crossed fingers
Such a season,physically changing the mind,
cooling off every anger,whatever that I find.
Along with the breeze the winter brings in
the warmth of happiness,and a lovely dream
The dream of a girl,smiling at me
everything looks beautiful ,just as is she.
Walking along with her ,I'm always at ease
she holds my hand and we walk in the winter breeze.
Copyright © Biplab Mahadani
cast by busy cars,
Drowned by white noise
of the city that was,
Stole a gaze into his glistening eyes
Got sucked in, got stuck in a trance
With his hands sweeping up my waist
Lights dim, noise haze,
His breath linger, nose graze,
A slight bow, and a tippy toe
Together, our lips freeze..
translate into touch a squeeze
Taking a deep breath,
Our eyes fall.. my mind stalls
Isnt it beautiful how
The world seize to survive
Maybe a little wheel.
Dazed in a kiss,
Heart beats entice
To feel him in your space
To share everything of the moment
Feels like nothing
Nothing, but life,nothing, but love!
Copyright © Jovita George
Like roses on a thorn I never knew
What I thought was beneath and what was there
I look inside and all I see is you
And there I found I actually do care
More than I deserve, you make me feel
Am I awake? Or is this just a dream?
Heart Beats, with a tear and my thoughts unreal
Perhaps this world is more that what it seems;
I hope someday you'll see what I see
Away with your pity and no more sighs
You'll look inside and tomorrow we will fly
You'll change and the sky will darken its hue
Whatever you become I will still love you
Copyright © Clare Doyle