Best Aquiline Poems
I love how your long chestnut hair flows over your gentle shoulders,
And when the sun searches you out for a moment, your hair sparkles…
Because I lit a match and threw it into that rat infested hair ball that you
Waste all your time on. Next up is your head which I’m going to rip…
Don’t listen to him. I’m mesmerized by your deep blue eyes, when they lovingly
Gaze In my direction. I will never make you shed a tear, my dear…
But I’m going to kick you about this filthy house. It looks like all you’ve
Done all day is piss in the wind. And stop your crying; your baggy eyes are…
Ignore him, my love. Your soft, gentle touch upon my face arouses my senses to new Heights. All my cares wash away as your aquiline hand slowly glides along my arm…
What the hell does he know? If you don’t get your boney hand off me, I’m going to break it In half. And the next time I catch you trying to be nice I’m going to throw you out with…
Stop that, Hyde. Sorry, my love, but as I was saying, your body is a masterpiece sculpted out of the finest treasures. I’m in awe of its supple curves, how it flinches to the touch…
Oh, shut up Doc, you’re killing me. And speaking of killing, I feel like pummeling
The living daylights out of your emaciated, piece of good for nothing…
Please be mine baby, before I’m lost forever to…
I’m in charge, so get over here and take it like…
I’m fading, my love. Hurry, say you’ll be mine. Save us.
I’m going to tear you apart. You’re no baby, you’re a…
Save me, before the monster wins…
Too late, Dr., she will be all mine soon…
Just a kiss, my dear. Just a…
‘Slap’, take that b****...
One kiss. Now! -The Dr. and his lover kiss- Thank you, my love. Let that vile
Monster rest in peace, so that we will be left in peace from it for evermore.
A scented paradise of floral escapes
beneath a blue Cerulean sky
Azure thoughts of you aside the river
flowing through my senses
like rivulets of water
pleasant hot winds skirting my wisteria trees
wrapping me in chiffon, frissons of pure delight
The taste of Mojito still cooling on my tongue
I touch the pearls you proffered so lovingly strung
bright as heaven's luster from an aquiline moon
You loved me deeply
but then again you left me
way too soon.
Flying airships battling in the open sky,
the sailors trying to save their own lives,
and all the panoplies of war revealed in broad daylight
unto the human psyche.
The cosmos composed wholly of oceans with no dry soil in sight
contains many micro planetary islands that glide
in the sky's atmosphere where men created their different ways of life.
Herdsmen hunted on the island's green fields and forests.
Soldiers worked in their iron workshops.Crystalline lakes displayed nature's beauty. Many a gorgeous a creature of nature they captured in their nets.
Stratigos,a hunter, also loved to fish in the clear streams abundant with eels. His dear friends followed him throughout the biome, witnessing many wonderful sights
such as tigers,trees,eagles and pollinating bees, the lioness giving suckle to her young,and many a mythical creature that defies explanation."
Raised he was in a quaint village,in whose verdant plains he played with all his pals.His female friends gathered many rainbow-colored flowers by whose sight and smell were made ecstatic.
Upon a certain day,a flying chimera snatched his friend Mike with its aquiline talons that tear apart its prey.The lion-like chimera with an eagle head concealed him in his cavern hideout,unseen by human eyes.
He analyzed his body and psyche to see what was worthy to eat. In despair Mike's cries for help resounded through the cavern walls.He heard his own echo.
From afar his friends were dashing to his aid through the dense vegetation with thorns drawing upon their blood. Red it was, stained upon their drapery.
They complained not at their pain for their aim was to aid their endangered friend.
Stratigos exclaimed;
With Mike in danger,
surely we must not fail him,
For friendly fidelity
Faces us with the task
of his salvation.
Alina replied
Through the mud and sun that scorches our way
We must pick a path and dash as fast as trotting stallions
for our cause is noble and pure,
so Therefore let us not be wasteful with our pace.
And they arrived upon a green moss covered road that drove Them to a grotto surrounding the creature's cavern.
When I was a little girl,
Mother said to me
on my dad’s side there had been
a pure Cherokee.
I felt so proud that I had
in my ancestry
blood of those who roamed this land
throughout history.
I’d been born with thick black hair,
and my nose grew long!
I supposed the Cherokee
in my blood was strong.
Mom is Welsh and proud of it,
saying I am full
of her Welsh vim and vigor,
plus a poet’s soul!
Of my sisters, there’s just one
with my long-nosed look.
I’ve got the results of the
blood test that she took.
By her DNA we see
Mom’s side very well -
Scotch-Irish, Welsh, Finnish too!
I think that’s all swell.
My dad’s side are the English.
That’s what I suppose.
There’s no Cherokee, so from
whense came my humped nose?
One small part Italian showed
on the test she’d sought.
For ONE percent is it that
Roman nose I got?
May 29, 2017/ Rhymed in 7/5 Trochee form
for the Ancestral roots Poetry Contest of John Hamilton
Whining Horse
This is the angry mind
Of a whining Horse
All it does detest
Is the Race Course
A reason there is
To loath the Race Track;
The goad, the spur and
Rider on the back,
Digging stirrups on flanks
While he blows fiery lips
Aquiline force to stir
By the crack of whips
And when it’s over
Jockey being a winner
He dons best suit
And forget the whiner!
Hanging with Friends
To enjoy the win
He condemns the Horse
To disdain’s empty bin!
How many times he wins
He’ll continue in hay
Diet will not change
Till his last living day.
JM
14th Nov’ 2013
A Limerick response to Gershon’s “Hair Apparent“
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Hair Apparent
The loveliest girl in the world's named Rose
From aquiline nose down to graceful toes --
Yet poor Rose can't get a date
Is she abandoned by fate? --
Those giant bald spots she should not expose.
Written by: Gershon
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Thorn Rose
Why does it matter that Rose has bald spots
Much better assets has the fair Rose got
Look at her figure
Why do you titter
Rose cannot help having thorns on her bot.
Thorns, thorns, Rose has prickly thorns in the bot
There’s nothing like them for pricking those spots
Come hither fellows
Down to the meadows
She’ll rid those pimples forever, no cost.
Written by: Belle Bellevue
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Rose's thorns scare admirers away
There's not much a poor flower can say
Her skin is so prickly
It makes suitors sickly
So she shows them her petals ~ Come play!
Written by: Gershon
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When Rose puts her soft petals on display
Admirers come by every single day
To caress her fine curves
Boy, have they got a nerve
One shot from her thorn bot, they're in decay.
Written by: Belle Bellevue
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What a shame that Rose has thorns on her bot
A girl has to try and show whats shes' got
But thorns and bald spots drown passion
Maybe her curves and tasteful fashion
Will lure fellows, drawn by her pretty petaly spots.
Written by: Jennifer Proxenos
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May 2021
Emery
Emery had a nose of stone,
An outgrowth of his weighted mind.
Of alabaster was it honed
Into a feature aquiline.
Its heft was such that Emery
Would counterbalance with his jaw
By upward thrust of chin; thus he
Intended to reduce this flaw.
But, oh, his lips contorted and
His limited perception showed
Only a level, skyward span
And never anything below.
Many men were victimized
And many things they valued, too,
Because poor Emery was blind
To that which was not in his view.
The morning of one winter’s day
He walked a promontory ridge.
Poor Emery saw not the way
But fell. It was the last of him.
She is, like seasons of my beautiful land
Smiles of spring, rain drops of winter
Impish of summer and giddy of autumn
Like a swift river her laughter echoes
Like a dawning sun shining on forehead
Smile spreading like the crescent moon
Like the chimes of tubular bells on pane
Changing in moods, in colors like rainbow
Mischievous eyes, little kiddish; little mature
Cute Aquiline nose, a charming grace.
Winsome lips encasing heartfelt smile
Night woven in the flowing hair locks
A blessed hand with a artistic wand
Limit by my vision I leave my pen
To sleep in the intoxication of verses
Just met her on a canvas of art world
In humility, in grace, in empathy of love
With two little angles in her blossom
Compassionate soul mate, loving friends
World in a page, far and near in facebook
She nurtures every smile with smile
Just that I pray to my Lord the Merciful
Take care of my friend, in every path
May His blessing be on Mustafa, my Guide
For this blessing is His mercy I cherish
The friendship of the smiling eyes..
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inspired by a picture of a friend, just my imagination ran wild with pen in hand in thought of 1 meething i had with her, little hi! and little bye.. a smile and 'glad to meet you'..
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Greater Flamingo, you beautiful wading bird.
What a captivating sight you are!
Long-legged, web-footed wonder with aquiline beak;
taking to the sky in style!
Your courtship dance is almost hypnotic
You move with such giraffe-like grace;
wading along the edges of shallow,
all decked out in glorious pink.
N/A in "In Praise Of The Ode" Poetry Contest
Date written: 10/07/2020
"Submitted for...
Hm's And Na's October 2020 Poetry Contest (Winner: 1st Place)
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Date: 11/02/2020
His fear he may have masked in front of the bear
But a metamorphosis had kick started in high gear
Hormones were pumping and changing his being
Transformed were his features which were aquiline
Trembling and convulsing and obviously in pain
His spine contorted and reshaped where he had lain
Unconscious beside the glow of embers, dying
It was full moon that night; many swore later the mountains were sighing
Inexorably his body parts reshaped with a shaggy coat of fur
Thick and rough in texture and dark as coal tar
No trace of the man remained
His clothing lay scattered, perhaps this was ordained
A wolf was born and a man had died
There was none to rejoice and none to cry
Only howls to greet the wolf man’s rise
As dawn was breaking and light stole across the eastern sky
Above the clouds and disappearing skyline
I was jetsetting on an international airline
That’s when I met a handsome Mr. Einstein
No kin to Albert, nose most perfectly aquiline
Said he was looking for a concubine
The whole thing to be utmost clandestine
I accused him of bringing onboard some moonshine
Then he just whined and became somewhat of a swine
So I moved and sat next to charming Clementine
Offered me truffle chocolate I did decline
She then casually asked me to invest in her gold mine
Slipped me a form I refused to countersign
‘Twas awkward but the damage had been benign
I discreetly moved on to an empty seat just fine
Where I was greeted by glamorous Calvin Klein
Pointed to his window at a view sublimely alpine
Not another word was spoken, ‘twas utterly divine
I almost commented on the beauty of his ring so opaline
But opted to avoid a dialogue with risk to end up asinine
The silence was as grand and majestic as any shrine
I slept and rested with the help of a bit of wine
Got home in time to greet my favourite canine
And join in to sing Auld Lang Syne
Home Sweet Home, starshine of my lifeline
AP: 1st place 2020
Posted on February 18, 2018
Onward now to vanquish the behemoth
And bequeath the cataclysm unto your kindred
Some squishy doom lingers
On that lithe aquiline figure in the distance
Guttural pinks cannot fathom
This species of maritime tranquility
As anchor splashes into ocean
Waves kiss splintering crevices
Beneath the moonlight-bathed rebellion
Of scoundrels squabbling over air
While the captain slumbers beneath
The bellows of his brethren
Behold! the spoils of the lines
A falcon tarred and feathered
Lashed upon the bow supine
In payment for his prophecies
Which guide the ship beyond the world
To where the phantom doth reside
Form:
Is my family is like a mini zoo? I always say yes to this question My mother is a merciful canine true Who cares, loves and feeds the crew.
Is my father is a huge leonine?
Yes, who earns and protects the family. My eldest brother is like an asinine. Who shares the shoulders of my father happily.
My elder sister is a beautiful pavonine. Who roams and dances in the home. Second brother is like a cunning vulpine. who betrays us to my father alone.
I am an innocent little ovine
who jumps and mingles easily with other. My younger sister is an idle feline. Who always in the lap of my mother.
Is my grandma is the oldest aquiline? Who looks after the family very well No one escapes from the vulturine Can you seen
more fun and fight anywhere?
As noses go, I’d say mine is okay
if it is viewed by someone from the front.
But if you look at it another way,
it’s not so wonderful; let me be blunt.
My nose is long, and if you’re in a place
where other women are along with me,
take note of how my nose fits on my face.
Sideways it could be the longest you’ll see.
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Imagine please, if you will, a Roman nose,
which means a nose that is a little bent.
A nicer-sounding word for it I suppose
is “aquiline.” But what by that is meant?
For me, the word “aquiline” sounded chic.
But then I looked it up and got a shock.
I learned it means shaped like an eagle’s beak,
which is also larger than that of a hawk.
What in my DNA presupposes
that I have Italian blood, which I have not?
Most of my sisters have short, cute noses.
Why is it that a Roman nose I got?
Few great actresses have a nose like mine,
but I can think of one whose look is great.
Barbara Streisand – is her nose divine?
That’s a nose folks either love or hate!
That bump - that famous bump! Streisand never
had plastic surgery to make it small.
My role model is she. I endeavor
to love my nose. It stands out – after all!
To what zenith do our chimeras whither?
As we travel across discombobulated shores?
Do we strive to collocate together?
Or breed discord and close the doors?
The wayfarer creed is to induce wherry,
With our aphonic travelers on this path.
To share in the arcane and not be wary,
And crestfallen behind all corpulent wrath.
We journey with athirst hearts and minds.
Seeking authenticity and understanding
To ogle the world through Elysian eyes,
And embrace all, no matter how demanding.
Let us leave behind our petty strife,
And forge ahead with auric hope and love.
Only then can we balmily thrive?
And soar as aquiline eagles on wings above.
So let us walk this path together.
Entwined, with canorous hearts ablaze
And let our journey last forever,
As we bask in the sun's warm rays.