"Cake and Jingle"
Written by
Aria Sooth wants
And
"Groovy" A. Staves
She's the "Glam"
Gotta say she's glamorous
Soothing and sexy
Charismatic
Yeah she's got charm
She's the "RIZZ"
You know what I'm saying
With style and class
With main character energy
I love her smile
You know she ain't playin
attractiveness
We all agreed
she got that
Type of popular appeal
The soft launch
We got something
Going on
New to you
She and been dating
For sometime
Is it delusional
To say I am
Her only one
Am I crazy to say
I am her man
To feel the anxiety
Being mindful of the
terms of our relationship
In reference to your
charisma and overall
Attractiveness
Got me nervous let you
Know how I feel
I wanna say
Let me say
If you let me
See I wanna
Marry you :have you
As my wife
We if you wanna
Be together
I ain't gaming
Couple up
Make you my wife
Darling I
I am in love with you
Darling I
You make me like this
Darling don't make me
Feeling like I am crazy
We
Us
Together
Got me
Wanting to
Marry you
Honey I
Hear whatcha saying
I feel just like you
It's just you
Ain't no one else
Gotta let you know
Cause moving just
Ain't cool
Got me here
Proposing
On your knees
I am in awe
Just cause it's you
Congratulations
I will
Marry you
Loving you
That's all
I wanna do
There must be
a meeting of personalities,
a synchronization of Souls,
lots of the same ground
for 2 people
to become a couple
Love doesn't mesh
with the eyes
but with the mind.
Intelligence is the key
You must have
common interests, likes
Nowadays even
political views to
avoid discrepancies
making the relationship
go smooth, effortless
Not to say that
attractiveness doesn't matter
but is a part of a
combination of the whole
Here and there, people grow;
Grow by life’s challenges.
Challenges multiply but go;
Go to new lands.
Lands are here and there for better;
Better for green pastures.
Pastures inviting people and animals;
Animals certainly trail weather.
Weather’s sometimes attractive;
Attractiveness brought us here.
Here is one more struggle;
For life is all about wounds and scars.
Scars can go; others remain indelible.
Indelible because we live to experience;
Experience for building our humanity.
Humanity on a new land here;
Here is not the endless end.
Poem by Ndabuli Mugisho
The year-end creeps, mercuries freeze,
And buzz up English dictionaries,
All in a forward gear
To find Word of the Year,
Which, for Oxford is the slang rizz—
An argot not so clear,
Froth less, bubbleless beer,
Or a cola lost of all fizz!
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Happenings |02.12.2023| word
Poet’s note: Rizz, this year’s Word of the Year, is a slang that means style, charm, attractiveness, ability to attract romantic or sexual partner, and a few more vague things as per Oxford University Press. Big deal!
Romance:
Reaching up to
Offer you a kiss being,
Mesmerized by your
Attractiveness and gentle
Nature--nestled
Close to your body
Embraced in love.
Resting peacefully by the
Open, crackling fire
My hearts desires and
Aspirations to
Never leave you
Committing to obey God
Expressing my love solely to you.
Rimas Dissolutas
Unrhymed stanzas
Rinse and repeat
Envoi garnish
Attractiveness eludes us
Tiny dancer
Awkward on her feet
Reputation tarnished
Pirouette complete
Beauty unvarnished
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A Rimas Dissolutas with 4-line stanzas and an envoi: abcd abcd cd
let your inward beauty progress~
destroy the outside attractiveness.
Written: September 21, 2022
I do love colors in my childhood.
Then, its about its attractiveness
But when I learnt more of it in my adulthood,
I have my chance to paint the ones that describe toughness.
In pain, I am made white,
Gentle dove sobering in his plight.
Pains make me go black in fright,
Wondering lonely as a starless night.
I wish I could turn red,
Dangerous and eager to lay my pains to bed.
I sometimes wish to become a blue bird,
And sink all in ocean depth well gird.
But pains are yellow: daffodil,
Dancing and blowing its trumpet crown still,
In pain; at risk if deep, may attract insane thrills
I wonder what perfect cures are the pills.
The world is so humble in pain,
As Corona virus get all detain.
Is just too difficult a world war 3 to explain,
Though we all hope a day will end it's reign.
We all take to this task:
Tightening up the face mask,
With our loved ones; afraid to bask,
When will the world be unmask?
We aren't created to perish.
God let our dying breathes be cherished.
That's the world's wish,
And peace will be accomplished
It's chilling outside, and it's shivery.
Wary of the downpour, she remains mostly,
Under the forlorn tree, similar to a statue,
Eyes, the cloud of sunset sparkles too.
I view murkiness from afar off the shimmer of Orion.
Our spirit imperativeness conveys me to the horizon,
Stars brushing and sky sparkle are wonderstruck.
Same as sculpture mold on a wall that you can pluck.
Her attractiveness is obvious to me, in complete calm.
Or when she cries in the middle of a mountain balm.
I'm ready to perceive her beauty in her heart and mind.
Inside the moles on her face, she blemishes as a hind.
Everything she is, or everything she shows.
When the night is ending, it expands and grows.
I understand I'm depicting my woman purposely.
There's a ton of things we don't even see,
In a world with everything we crave, yet disagree.
Need to be cherished, ensured, and in security.
Written: November 28, 2021
Wonderstruck Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
I dare to challenge
the source that sustains life
to show a pure reflection of myself,
of a face not ravaged by time.
I may look younger and vibrant,
I may walk quicker than a teen
and put to shame a chabby one
who can hardly take a step forward.
Inside I have stored the great wisdom
of my ancenstors who lived in medieval times,
and with their genius made Europe
them come out of their gloominess and danger.
When northern Europe was frozen and desolate,
people came to Italy to seek warmer regions
and they mixed with the locals to create
an attractive race of strong men and sexy women.
It's the Italian genes that make me unique,
a handsome face and a gorgeous body...
a Greek god that is not ashamed of nudity
claiming his handsomess and physical attractiveness.
It's time I looked into the clearest water that reflects true masculinity:
the innocence that youth wasn't able to erase too easily,
and having hard muscles and the willingness to fight bellicosly:
I will not encounter an adversary who can challenge me and defeat me.
In this thought experiment
Adults, at least,
have developed three types of attraction
and attractiveness,
chemistry,
positive and negative
and in-between energy:
Heart attraction,
romantically associated
with touch and feeling,
Mind attraction,
more cognitively associated
with sight and sound
and, perhaps, LeftBrain dissonance
and more competitive
predative instincts,
And root sexual attraction,
primordially associated with taste
and smell,
swallowing
and letting go
biochemistry,
neurologically informed
and exforming passions,
rhythms,
communion and disunion patterns,
non-violent/predative communication structures,
win/win resilient
and lose/lose dissonant,
LeftThought and RightFelt pleasure/unease/disease
Ecological and Theological,
natural and spiritual
secular and sacred
physical and metaphysical.
I am compelled
by the status quo
her beauty attractiveness
bliss
O' am charm
Can I inspire
the devotion enchanted
conferred divine
6/23/20
WRITTEN WORDS BY James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
blatantly passionate
perfected bodily beauty
attractiveness overcharged
a rhapsody of
recognition of
emotion&near ecstasy
reluctant to leave
overt interest remains
problematic
yet understood
innocent impulses
somewhat erotic
eventually
asking aloud
this interest to amuse
remote&unknowable
to applaud
perfection of
this gentle
kinder existence
perceived as a treasure
this survival of memories
the preserved
disappointments of
an abundant&
vanished arcadia
silence now a pleasure
a mere panacea
imbude
recorded now
with joy
Sex Appeal
How do we know it ends?
Or....did we end it?
We declare ourselves no longer
pretty or handsome!
Think...Edith Piaf.
{ her bio is online}
Edith married a way younger
man.
She was a French chanteuse.
Hardly ugly nor her face the
color of chartreuse.
I think tis we who make our
sex appeal end.
No matter how, what, why.
how or when.
We cast ourselves as "old.
No longer, a sexual being."
And, with that, we ourselves,
Are the creators of our own
sexual attractiveness undoing.
June 6, 2019
10pm PST
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