Best Charms Poems
I am of soft, delicate skinned casing,
Housing an iron, logical facing.
I grant my femininity free reign
To follow dictates of my manlike brain.
My seductive charms can attract a man,
But he may run far once I show my hand.
My quick, mental wit delivered deadpan
Cannot be handled by males with no span.
Only those of equal mental process
Will see my smile and know any access.
Feelings don’t phase my skill to analyze,
Even when I flash my come-hither eyes.
I don’t have masculine strength or muscle,
But in games deductive, I can tussle.
Call me feminine, demure or girly,
Such true adjectives won’t find me surly.
Color my world with sheer lace all pearly,
Just remember my sharp brain is burly.
"Charms"
Just when you think
you’ve worked it all out
the light splits it all apart
a million leagues
into her
you dive, want or not
into her ocean
there the ensconced
bedded siren shell calls
like some holy font
pearls all opening
you dive, want or not
into her
cool and fathomless
treasures contained and hidden
waiting in her
mysterious
Pandora’s box
the deeper sea
in her
calls you into her charms
transfixed
want, or not
mesmerised
Just when you think
you’ve worked it all out
the light splits it all apart
a million leagues
into her
you dive, want or not
Just when you think
you’ve worked it all out
the light splits it all apart
(LadyLabyrinth/2023)
at Christmas, 2023
Long was my time of proudly witnessing her endless charms
ability to seed smiles and respect with Southern wiles aplenty.
Then, intrusion of quick insist, in shadowed shift, gave glimpse
of her facial expression failing her known impression and lilt.
Flash lit sad scripts and ego drips, pained my daughter pity adrift.
Each year since, our shared authentic love became more ripped as
she brazenly exposed self-loathing, clothed in superior mode and
attitude maintained by pathetic tries to admire herself in other’s eyes.
Charms of Nature
Noontide cordial sun immerse golden spheres
Birch and aspen leaves rhythmically quake
Susurrate deep in quietness appears
Timidly on soft earth shadow path wake
There, where nesting birds await safely perch,
While conceal sweet are their audible waft.
Cool breeze twine spider's web and bees who search
Stunning unadorned simple-ness echoes soft.
Lone senior British oak outstretch thick arm
Grasp weathered fraying pendulous tire swing;
Mid saffron blaze whilst it mingles off charm
Espy hushed cries for mortal yielding wings.
Lush meadow pigments an emerald green
Self quenching natures pulsing rapture scene.
2/9/2020
Kneel down beside my river
Drink of my pure desire
As you make my body quiver
Setting my Essence on fire
Stroke me until I'm Intoxicated
From lips that taste of cognac
Doesn't have to be complicated
Melting until my body goes slack
Hold me like there's no tomorrow
Embrace me within warm arms
Then kiss away all of my sorrows
Steal my heart with all your charms
She'd had her round in Life's blighting furnace,
Where stealthy wear and age blurred her face.
Dents shot where dreamy dimples had grown,
Lightning smiles usurped by involuntary frown.
In her livelier turns by Midas' glowing shores,
She galloped and gleamed like grated brass.
Time’s grim cankers fell on the rarefied feast
Of the cutest eye ever cast on envious glass.
If as a reincarnated phoenix's her gone grin
Could twirl and morph into its erstwhile arc,
She’d anon repulse her timing nemesis’ sin,
And give her faded glories an eternal spark.
Bereft of that fairy fowl's sheen-saving magic,
She’d to inevitably brave decay's stoic scythe.
Merry rhyme sung her sweet charms to mimic
Faded to ethers wherein dead beauties writhe.
No looker who her earth-blemished visage espies,
Can know she was the fairest star in kindlier skies.
My heart's handsprings
foretell the weather
As warmth sweeps in
on robin's feather
Knit cap's removed
Sleeves bare white arms ~
Delicate flower-petals sway
Spring's charms in April-May
A GIFT OF CHARMS
If I was in Bethlehem when baby Jesus was born, I will be a little boy no more than 5 years old.
I sit beside his manger and speak in his tongue.
As silent as the lamb of God.
Spiritually I will bless him with oil that Virgin Mary provides me to adorn.
I will sing a song of joy for his deliverance in the world.
I will be his aficionado and bow in worship.
In all events, as others come, I will leave baby Jesus a gift of charms.
If I was in Bethlehem when baby Jesus was born, I would sit by his manger singing a song of joy for his deliverance in the world.
As silent as the lamb of God, our spirit would unit sagaciously.
I will be aficionado as I bow in worship.
I will adorn baby Jesus with a gift of charms and shout Hallelujah within the universe.
As a little boy no more than 5 years old, I will hold baby Jesus in my tiny arms while
my mother provides the support.
If I was in Bethlehem when baby Jesus was born, I will take him a gift of charms.
To express my joy of his deliverance in the world, I will sing a song.
I will be aficionado and rub his palms with oil that Virgin Mary provides me to adorn.
Bowing in worship by his manger, I will speak in his tongue.
As silent as the Lamb of God.
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Scribe November 18, 2015!
A beauty from afar has captured my eye
Evoking so many feelings, deep inside
Very mysterious, curvy and delicious
I know I want to be, all she will need
I followed her to a nightclub by the river
I longed to know this star that shines so bright
To my surprise, a star she was, provocative songs from her sultry voice
A stranger and yet I felt so near
This woman, this angel, all my desires I seek
I leapt from my chair, no more silence, I must surely speak
Captivated, on my knees, I kissed her hand
Off with his wig, he said hello my name is Dan
Notes: Tim Smith was kinda enough to allow me to use his great poem and take it in a completely different direction!!!!! Thanks Tim
There was a mermaid named Abigail
Who swam so fast she would leave a trail
Abigail could spin a tale
When a whaler would hail her
She'd charm the pants off any sailor
Submitted on July 31, 2018 for contest SEA TALES LIMERICK - TIM RYERSON R.I.P. sponsored by CAROLYN DEVONSHIRE - RANKED 6TH
Mom, give me a bowl of Lucky Charms,
I'll grow as you raise my arms...
see a taller me,
or much sillier me.
Mom, get me more of those Lucky Charms!
You made an attempt to bamboozle me with well thought out charms
But I still struggle internally from the last charmer I once held in my arms
My inner soul continues to burn and the flame tortures me still
From the last abomination who tried to bend me of my free will.
If you push me into a relationship when I'm not ready to bloom
You will hear the wrath of my scorn as I run screaming from the room
Instead cherish me and let me follow you one baby step at a time
Only then will I relax enough to give our bond a chance to become sublime.
Show me your tender side for that will win me over more than know
I just may develop a taste for you that will set your face aglow
Before long I may be the one yearning to spend more time with you
Then behold the affection and passion that will most definitely ensue.
For Dictionary fun....#1...Delilah's Words! Poetry Contest
The legions, of her irresistible charms,
Marched on
And
Unopposed conquered, my defenseless
Heart!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
28 FEBRUARY 2015
Snuggled close to my breast,
you stir within my arms.
And begin to wiggle,
plying your baby charms.
Your wriggling and squirming;
brings a smile to my heart.
Holding you is magic;
it has been from the start.
Hush now, my sweet angel,
there is nothing to fear.
Let Mom gently rock you
till those tears disappear.
Mommy is ecstatic;
smiling from ear to ear.
So, close those weary eyes
and go to sleep, my dear.
I don't have a lucky number
don't have a lucky charm
don't wear any special metals
to keep me safe from harm
I don't carry a four leaf clover
I could never find one
don't say any special prayers
when the new day has begun
if I had a lucky number
that numeral would be two
three is just a crowd
if there's more than me and you