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Near feathers in the wind.
I stare as she slowly drifts into the shadows of yesterday.
She is not me
She is not you!
A theme, like morning upon a crystal view.
She is of the wind
She is of the sun
She is the moon
She is the magic in your eyes.
Tonight she sits on the calm waters of your reflection.
Tonight she makes love to you.
Tonight she listens and counts the rhythm in your heartbeat.
She is a thief and steals every single breath from your body and soul...
And Still -
She is the night air
She is the tranquil sound
She is perfect
She is mighty in your eyes.
You are the oceans
In you, she swims with trust.
You hold on to the tides,
You keep her feathers dry and warm.
You stray her away from the sadness in a lost dance.
The aches under her wings belong to the shade in your heart.
That is why-
She is the grace
She is the smile
She is the fire
She is everything in your eyes.
Graceful feathers in the wind.
The dream of dreams
She might be me!
She might be you!
"Till Death Do We Part."
-the symbol of everlasting love-
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I was changing a tire and the neighbor walked by
Stood and looked a while, then he said Hi
Got a flat? he asked and this made me grin
I said no, just changing the old air and putting new stuff in.
Was coughing and sneezing. My throat was on fire
Got a bad cold? My wife did inquire
No, it's not really bad. It is a good one
I love watery eyes and watching my nose run.
I was on a bus and on my newspaper I sat
The guy next to me asked "Are you reading that"
I said yes. Reading through your butt is all the new rage.
Then I stood up and turned the page.
Dentist hit a nerve and I came up out of the chair
Did that hurt? He asked as though he really did care.
I said no, there was a spiritual woman I used to date
And she was teaching me how to levitate.
I hit a pothole with my car one night
It made such a loud noise it gave my wife a fright
Didn't you see it she began to cry
Of course I did. I hit it. Didn't I.
Once I tripped on one of my little guy's toys
Fell down the stairs and my wife heard the noise
Did you miss a step? She screamed from the hall
I said "No Dear, I think I hit them all."
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Bestowed with femininity,
wisdom, elegance, and grace,
exemplifying dignity, daughter of the human race.
X chromosome integrity
ordains attributes endowed,
according by propensity, a nature kind and proud.
Beauty and vitality
anoint her noble gender,
magnum opus artistry imparts celestial splendor.
Her marvelous complexity
gives complementary disposition
to valiant masculinity for a perfect coalition.
yields licentious pleasure due
the wanton sensuality of erotic pas de deux.
woman becomes by thy behest,
sacred vessel of posterity, with honor ever blessed.
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.................. L I L O
Y F Y V
M H E M G E
F O R E V E R E T E R N A L
L E N O R E L E N O R E
E N T W I N E D E N T W I N E D
Always with my HearT I Always with true Feeling
Love You, my Dearest WIFE ALWAYS with Emotions
My Love grows like an oak My Heart beats for YOU
Mighty and E v e r l a s t I n g MY TEARS are Real
YOU are M Y STRENGTH Yet My Heart still Aches
FOR YOU LIVE in ME Though You live with GOD
ETERNAL B L I S S YOU wear the gown of Angels
INFINITE P U R E YOU carry my Heart in Yours
You grow in my heart EACH and EVERY Day
The LOVE grows and I am at Peace KNOWING
As LOVE Grows In my BROKEN Heart
Constantly Knitting cracks and Fissures
My Dearest Beloved Tenderly Mended
Repairing Loneliness My Wife Lenore
Angelically Smiles Eternally Loved
MY Only Most B E L O V E D
L I F E L E N O R E
Always F O R E V E R
YOU My Heartbeat
Are My S O U L
MY W I F E
N e v e r
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The cares of the world waft away like
the vague images of a forgotten dream
when he climbs into bed beside me.
And my comfort is found in the warmth
of a slight up-curved smile relaxing across
an unshaven face tickling me with a
hundred kisses as I squeal to his delight.
A calloused hand urges the small of
my back gently forward as I fuss in
mock protest of his boyish game.
His eyes gleam indulgently making my
heart swell with such regard I
choke back joyful tears and throw
my arms possessively around him.
With a knowing sigh he draws me in,
cradling me in his capable arms
sworn to provide and protect.
Then he buries his face in my copper-red
hair breathing its henna scent, and
holding me tight, he whispers my name,
swearing love that will never relent.
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Recipe for Promiscuity
Long life with a boring, snoring sod
made the wife a warring whoring broad.
For Dr. Ram Mehta's Tyburn Contest
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You never have time
for me,” her husband whined
as he dropped his dirty clothes
right there on the floor by the bed.
Trying not to roll her eyes, she gave
this quick response to her disgruntled spouse:
“The kids, chores and mishaps have me spinning,
and you tell me you feel rejected.
To have a blissful home takes two.
Consideration is key.
I’m also missing you!
To be successful
in our bed, take
time OUT of
it. . . for
A Double Etheree written May 27, 2012
for David Williams'
The Three H's Poetry Contest
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My love for you is magnified
By the curvature of my tears
I'm lost within the corridors
Of my loving you all these years
My tears are not filled with sadness
They are permeated with joy
You have helped me become a man
Who's connected to inner boy
Within the chambers of my heart
My true self has now been revealed
When you live beside an angel
There is nothing that can't be healed
I dance within our memories
Anticipate the ones to come
You're the source of my happy tears
I don't regret a single one
For Flo's "Sing to My Heart Contest"
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You're my lady, made for me!
I swear to you there could never ever be!
In this whole world, as far as I could see!
Someone else who could be my soul-mate!
Except you, most precious gift of my fate!
Before we even met, I had known you forever!
Since times began, we had been apart never!
From nothing, you changed me to everything!
My queen of hearts, just with you I am a king!
You are my world, you're the love of my life!
You are my sweetheart, O my prettiest wife!
Let me yet once more get down on my knee!
To say you are my lady, who is made for me!
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Lemme tell ya' about a
I met her one night
under disco lights
up at Candies
starin' at me
grittin' her teeth
aimin' ta' see
if I wanted a piece
by way of flashin' granny panties
actin' a fool
took a shot
and one tiny glance
but got caught
lit up a smoke
and tried to play it off cool
but it was too late
she had pulled up a stool
"Hey young felluh, where ya' been all my life!"
"Sorry to burst yir' bubble, but I got a wife!"
"That don't matter kid, what she don't know won't hurt the girl"
as she fisted my collar and yelled, "I'LL ROCK YIR' WORLD! Annie the Tranny is what they call me. Bet you been wanted ta' bone me since you first saw me!"
Fear and frustration danced on my face
I begged the bouncer to
"Get this he/she outta the place!"
My pleas were to no avail,
and that sea donkey lurked hot on my trail
flailin' it's arms and grindin' bar stools with it's tail
Speakin' of tails...
a shiny blue wale tail crept up her back
Her jeans were mean, but couldn't hold her underwear's elastic slack
but at least it beat feastin' eyes upon her crack
wrapped her grimy hands around my neck and asked,
"You n' me, boy, what the heck!?!"
"Look here lady, you seem real nice for a tranny;
to hit the bricks,
and yir' Granny Panties!"
At that point the joint started to really heat up
people were glarin' like they really wanted me beat up
I can't recall how the hell I got out of there
alive and free
it was like a big manly freight train
headin' dead at me
I'm pretty sure I owe the good Lord a big favor
that beast was the devil
and Jesus was my Savior!
It's a night I thought would never end...
the night at Candies Bar n' Grill
Granny Panty Annie got a thrill
tryin' to make me her sexy friend!!!