Best Cynthia Poems

nothing spoils this surface view ~ see me
crave attention, gift empty touch  
tonal mask veils flaws and vices  
face alter ego and kneel

to feed the shallow shadow that circles 
~ around gossamer tears of the grieving moon,  
as silenced streaks of tongue-twisted...

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nothing spoils this surface view ~ see me
crave attention, gift empty touch  
tonal mask veils flaws and vices  
face alter ego and kneel

to feed the shallow shadow that circles 
~ around gossamer tears of the grieving moon,  
as silenced streaks of tongue-twisted...

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Moon goddess she is
Chase and wild hunt she enjoys
Bow down, here she comes....

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Oh the places we won't go,
like post dated postcards
with fictional photographs of you and I
laughing lovers caught up in this
moment
now mourn this trysts annulment
The fading hue of I to you
crashing closer to memory
are the full blown passion ploys
and blissful near misses
...the only places I may...

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To be sung to the tune of Lily Marlene, inspired by the lady herself and the film Personal Services - Cynthia played by Julie Walters.

Underneath the lamplight in a leafy street in Streatham
Lived a naughty lady, boy, and was she out to getum!
She opened her...

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She reminded mi of Liz thou prettier than Liz
She was engrossed in her smart phone... me relaxed
next to her chat chatting business... i could tell shes engrossed
not in her smart chats.... but in my chat with my buddy Sam 
her enthusiasm keeps rising unable to...

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Voice like birdsongs,
soft and sweet.
Eyes pure azure blue,
sparkle like stars.
Hair solid golden,
long and flowing,
intertwined and shinning.


Aura a Goddess
sent from on high.
She radiates
Rainbows.
She's soft ,
like the sky.


She floats as she walks,
like clouds passing bye.
Her essence is flowers,
what else can I say.
On my weary journey,
by the grace...

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I love you in my secret heart
I dance around the fires you start
I tell myself she's playing too
Looking for reasons to break the rules
I see the beauty of a woman's face
listen to your voice giving it grace
While secretly pacing looking for a place
Longing for favor...

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If I were Cynthia, and my love Lennon
I would love him as my first and last love
I would not believe if this was heaven
That is a dream like clouds above.


I would love him as my first and last love
Dance with him till my final breath
That...

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Sweet Cynthia, if all eyes were to be oval,
And strands of stranded hair become vocal
Or all lips become black like my knee,
I'd equate them all to this beauty I see.

If ever I had to pay in kind,
Wouldn't your eyes be more refined
Than the blue diamond,...

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Cynthia, my love, with skin so dark,  
Your beauty shines like a shooting star,  
I'm filled with joy wherever you are,  
With you, my love, I'll go far.  

Your eyes that sparkled when you smiled,  
Drew me in and pierced...

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Cynthia Something- it’s never the same
She can’t feel at home in anyone’s name
One big tornado of values and faults 
Often held captive by her own thoughts
Cynthia Angry, Cynthia Sad
Cynthia How Did You Turn Out So Bad?
Cynthia Love Big, Cynthia Try
Cynthia Just Dream and Keep Your...

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Cynthia

When at night I close my eyes,
 to think all the days gone by,
 to feel again those passions past,
 and feeble joy that never lasts,

 I'm always drawn to thoughts of you, my only love my Cynthia
 I think I found you in a...

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Cynthia’s child mind was simple but sweet.
She reeked sincerity, optimism and goodness.
We were overwhelmed by her kindnesses.
She was a marvelous wife and mother.
She was a favorite neighbor.
Dressing up every Halloween with our children.
She was the most nurturing woman I had ever met....

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She sleeps like a bear
in her deeply sonorous dreams.

She is not dainty,
she’s too sturdily anchored
into an earthy nature.
Her name Cynthia.

When Cynthia sleeps,
she plays with the small skulls
of squirrels, and mice,
while avidly reading
her teen magazines....

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