Best Coquetry Poems

BANISH ME TO THE BOOKSHOP

Chain me, so I can roam. Lock me away in this bower.
Banish me to the bookshop - i’ll enjoy this affair for hours!

First editions recline behind smudge-proof glass.
Lock-and-key lick of lips, but I can’t afford the brass

ring, the covet of unopened...

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A governess, a guardian of the young, so known and dear as to be called “Mother” and a noblewoman, just barely 12 by age, named Portia, sit talking as the sun sets the stage for a cool, cloudless night.

“Mother, who invented candlelight and the slow,...

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Claudelle, we must go away and start a new life.
This fruitless sharecropping has just cost me my wife.
Believe me, in every way, I loved your mother.
Frustrated and annoyed, she left me for another.

I know you were heartbroken about what happened to Linn.
You will love someone...

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Sordid tales your eyebrows tell
Insinuations start to sing
Things we all know very well--
Say, did you miss my wedding ring?

You’d do you worst right here and now
A stealthy drink from your chalice
Want me to forget the wedding vows,
A mechanical bull with phallus?

Pursing your lips, parading your...

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Part 2/2

Kawaali or Kawali  ( A form of Singing very popular in India and Pakistan )
 ( More details on my first Blog )

SAMPLE OF A KAWAALI - ONE CAN HEAR ON U TUBE http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rNYwneo08xQ&p=12E509C60B2AAEC7&playnext=1&index=70

I Can Hear your Voice In My Heart
By a Male...

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Kawaali or Kawali  ( A form of Singing very popular in India and Pakistan )

SAMPLE OF A KAWAALI - ONE CAN HEAR ON U TUBE http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rNYwneo08xQ&p=12E509C60B2AAEC7&playnext=1&index=70



I Can Hear your Voice In My Heart  Part  1/2     ( More details...

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If Your Love Belonged To Me

Are there no words that I can say, 
No supplication I might pray? 
My tortured heart would be set free.....
If your love belonged to me

I'd write poems that would make you swoon, 
Sonnets I've rehearsed with the moon, 
Your soul...

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Is wedlock the true route to all conjugal bliss,
Nuptial excitement that starts with a kiss?
Or is it the halter after the altar,
That threatens to fetter and make life not better?
The fondling and cuddling and nights of long snuggling,
Changed overnight to ones, of alcohol guzzling.
A churlishness...

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Part Two

From that moment onwards
Not when the fingerless muscles unclasped
    the indented bones
But from that moment of knowing
   from that very moment of sustenance
That day of human unbelief died unsung
And the depth of human grief buried long
   ...

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I feel a nauseating revulsion to see scraps of prose
Bundled together in a neatened pile in the name of poetry,
And prizes being awarded for such otiose verbiage
And praises being heaped for such boring coquetry.

Poetry, my dear uninitiated impostors,
Is the language of the mute solemn gods.
You...

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Lady Melanie with silver locks
Loved her bonbons, bagels, and graved lox.
Curmudgeon geezers viewed her a fox,
But she loved them less than chicken pox.

Melanie kept free as best she could.
She allowed no time for coquetry
Or Penelope-style stitchery.
But three bores persistence understood.

Trini, a jet jockey CEO
Lived his...

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She
exudes
coquetry
with such flirty
eyes...

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I drive an appetite that never tires; 
A gaping heart engulfing all it seeks. 
I own a will that constantly misfires; 
A mind subverted by its own critiques. 
I navigate the valleys and the peaks 
Of life's complex terrain with clumsy cheer. 
Not prone to...

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She pauses, slender figure poised on
slenderer heels,

five inches of coquetry
ready to duet with
fifty feet of parquetry,

play a wicked staccato on
dinner-jacketed libidos.

Then she pushes open the double door
to find a newly carpeted floor....

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The frosty is the heart
Is all the blood,
As if there is any!
The chilling flame of an evil,
Erupts and soaks.

The love is lost,
The lunge of an eroded part
Passes and squawks

A new angel, sent the God
Erotic and hot is she,
The coquetry of a light at height

So the...

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