Mindlessly walking with shoes untied,
but gravity could not be defied -
he tried to grab hold,
to person or pole –
crashing down hard onto his backside!
Whispering sweet desires in tearing
giggling, we forget of we're laughing
tummy sweet button does taste so yummy,
How do these moments lead right up to now?
Tasting your lips, something ever lasting,
treats of your seduction to say the least,
fingers wander to love songs from singers
blasts from window won't shiver how heat lasts,
Lust come from sweetness and not the dry crust,
wetness from your lips, absolute sweetness,
Eye sweet locked with mine, until day I die,
dancing to the beat of serenity
Ghostly are which, where times were costly,
Precious softly girl, precociously
Golly, what a Pickle you’re In -- Bub,
How is it That you’re stuck in a Pub?
Gullible -- You look, Pimp
for why not hop, on Blimps?
and Fly in its Massive Ruba-dub.
Always Remember
...summer kisses, moonlit nights, strolling by the sea...and me.
First and Last
Our last times, gone, but our first times, always in memory.
Music Box
A garage sale music box plays, "I will always love you".
From the Sky
She tumbled from the sky - what a lucky lad was I.
One Eye Blink
Heaven sent, no time to think, she was gone in one eye blink.
Magic Flower
Gaze at her an hour - your love will not rise from that flower.
Enchanting Woman
Mona Lisa, Doris Day, you were The Twist, the ballet.
To Dreamland
Dear lullaby, take the apple of my eye...to dreamland.
Wedding Anniversary
From the first girl scout cookie to a glad gift of gold - sold!
Land Meets Sea
man of land and woman of sea, meet in sand, loving free
Syllable Counting
Counting syllables is a pain in my rear
Obnoxious divisions to which I must adhere
Understanding them is not clear
Never one to learn much in school
To post good poetry, I must follow the rule.
OR NOT!!!!!
in the midst of death lichens come to life
My secnd alternate Tien form of ten syllable, no title
Tien is inspired by Chidiock Tichborne first line of his monosyllabic 'Prime of Youth'
MALE & FEMALE
equivalent & complementary
My alternate Tien form of ten syllable, & title
Ten isinspired by Chidliock Tichborne monosyllabic 'Prime of Youth'
For love we woo,
say I do when
so few are found -
loveless, alone,
hold their phone like
a bone, body,
part of their skin,
never kin with
a winning heart.
As a child I was raised God-fearing,
but as an adult, I took to steering
my life around those,
who thought they could pose
as religious types: all “Praise be”, all cheering.
Once, when younger at the beach,
Dad bought us an ice cream each.
A pigeon, alert,
pooed on dad’s dessert;
no more it tasted of peach!
A bully once roared in my face,
macho bluster, lacking all grace.
I said “Do you mind?
I think you might find,
your breath offends my personal space.”
Sweat and tears that rise,
to the clouds above as mist,
fall to me again.
I sleep in each day until *noon,
My *mum says I live on the moon,
If I think a day’s good *deed,
Is to *eye a Facebook feed,
Than to *peep outside of my room.
Tapping each finger
Words dancing under my skin
A story in short
syllable head count
and plausible restrictions ~
focusing required
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