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 lines,
undress a puddle of poisoned stars
pull force imperceptible, attraction
lost in blissful contemplation
comatose until that last equation
gravitational persuasion creating longing
but will the lake that flows with fears
thaw words tangled in golden chains?
for I’ve drowned in liquified lies,
drawing perfection from imperfect reflections
delve to the depths of my spun world
peripheral interference dissipates in darkness
only requirement is carved version of self
that steadies my hand and drags me in
sinking beneath Narcissus's polluted undertow
tainted oxygen leaves my expanding lungs
hitting jagged rocks, spoiled skin shreds,
exposing a forgotten empath ~ salvation rises
Moon goddess she is
Chase and wild hunt she enjoys
Bow down, here she comes.
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 recall you fondly
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Once upon a never
you gazed dreamy
laughed freely
kissed deeply
and made love sweetly
...no not sweetly, but dirty discreetly
the pure erotic world all yours
behind closed doors
engrossed in post-coital
pillow reminiscing
Moving past the altitude
of fickle courting, began the rouse
singing blandly rehearsed tunes
to retreating corners licking wounds
For confrontation is where you thrive
while in misplaced ire my interest dies
beauty morphs horrid in this beholders eyes
as your idiocyncrasies I now despise
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I may think this time was lost
but I say it's worth noting,
my pen has always moved the most
between the loving and the loathing...
**Inspired by John Heck's "Gauntlet" contest!!
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 hold it any more she joins
Albeit i an offhand sort of way.... Cynthia is in a quest
same as i... in our academic deans office at the varsity
Cynthia is on an errand.. she needs authentication of sorts
Her she is on an errand.. but going by looks i guess she is fun
fun to be with.. and now i do know fun to talk with am so wired
so outgoing is she...the guys at college call it the 'it' factor
it means the different between being labeled charming or...
outgoing, snob, geek, smart or simply amazing.. am not being
judgmental... and am not into labeling but into connecting..
connecting with... and Cynthia is already so connected
Delightful... a carelessly used word by them con artist
but am not interested in a con game but in the lady...
she isn't snobbish... as i do now have the precious number
if love were religion she and i followers.. we would fly on wings
delivered to the city of pleasure.. for keeping ideals of the faith
Of love and morals.. i guess well have to find out but am betting
betting on my mortal name and by the spark of flames in her eyes...
shes fun to be with and your's am not the type to be snobbish.. especially
especially when am dealing with such a pretty girl its till and until.. i know her
we part me thinking... that our encounter is.. for its the predestined path....
lewis nyaga
mku.. 1847hrs
a dedication to Cynthia
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 door by day and night
You know the one, it has a red light
Don't be afraid, come play the game
Our own Cynthia Payne (sing twice)
She has so many girls you will be spoilt for choice
From a Fiat Panda to a classy Rolls Royce
Pay by the night or by the hour
Just present your luncheon voucher
We don't even want to know your name
Our own Cynthia Payne (sing twice)
If you pay by cash we do not charge the tax
With no questions asked they just lay on their backs,
And if you have unusual desires
Our young girls will relight your fires
You will be elated that you came
Our own Cynthia Payne (sing twice)
I can guarantee you will be back for more
That's when you've recovered from being very sore
Next time why not try two or three
With added extras for an additional fee
If you miss this you must be insane
Our own Cynthia Payne (sing twice)
When the night is over and you slowly will awaken
Breakfast will be served with Crumpets, eggs and bacon
But please don't mention the night before
Or you will be right out the door
Make another booking and please COME again
Our own Cynthia Payne
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 without disgrace
As you move in closer to my flame
I wonder if your wondering our name
When we're alone and it's just us two
Sharing our feelings of being blue
Promising secretly never to hurt you
Wishing for the moment my dream come true
Building a tower high enough to reach heaven
Wondering if truth and kind words would sever
Telling myself as I get closer
Just a little while and it will be over
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 of the spirit.
I met her one day.
And when she sleeps.
Sometimes she weeps.
Her tears fall,
from the sky.
On differen't lands
and differen't sands.
They leave a wondrous prize.
For the beings.
On the earth to see.
A rainbow in the sky.
graydye Aug. 19- 2009
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 is a dream like clouds above
Before the end comes like death.
Dance with him till my final breath
In the memories I have kept for so long
Before the end comes like death
But for our son, I have to stay strong
In the memories I have kept for so long
I see him smiling at his jokes
But for our son, I have to stay strong
Tonight, in his memory, I'm cleaning the dirt on his cloak.
I see him smiling at his jokes
And wish he would be here with me
Tonight, in his memory, I'm cleaning the dirt on his cloak
Wondering why we couldn't stay as a family
And wish he would be here with me
I would not believe if this was heaven
Wondering why we couldn't stay as a family
If I were Cynthia, and my love Lennon
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, and fearless?
Wouldn't nature be as patient as it is sleepless?
You have been so unfair to flowers
Whose early morning beauty withers
And is no match to your presence
Or to the ordinary casual frown on your face.
When out to the open we came
With our love's feet sore and lame
I alone was singled out
Whereby came the moan and the shout
And my misery abound, that crazy sound;
That wandering restlessness, that ugly rebound
That weighs heavily on my shoulder
And makes me weary and somewhat sober.
Should the brightest star fall today at your feet
Cynthia, it signals the fall of one of my teeth.
If a strand of your hair falls any day
It means one of mine has no place to stay.
...to a friend like no other
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 my heart,
Your laughter playing like a melody upon my heart,
Is music to my soul, pure and sweetly wild.
Your skin is velvet, dark and smooth,
Blacker than the night sky with stars in full bloom,
A thing of beauty, a work of art,
A queen in her own, your own unique chart.
I can hardly find words that would suffice,
To express the depth of love that fills my eyes,
My heart overflows with love for you,
Cynthia, my love, I'll forever be true.
No matter what the future holds,
I promise my love, my heart, my soul,
To be by your side, to hold you tight,
To cherish you every day and night.
Cynthia, my love, with skin so black,
Your beauty and grace shall never lack,
I'm blessed to have you as my girl,
I love you more than words can tell.
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 Head High
Cynthia It’s Not Your Fault, Cynthia It Is
Cynthia Be Your Own, Cynthia Be His
Cynthia Family, Cynthia Alone
Cynthia Stay, Cynthia Gone
Cynthia Something- it’s never the same
She can’t feel at home in anyone’s name
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 dream,
the night I pressed beyond the seam,
where fantasy and reality meet
in summer mist so soft and sweet,
But you were all I ever felt, my deepest love, my Cynthia
But dreams just last within the night, when morning came,
Her soul took flight
I awake to find Her never there
She passes like the misty air
To leave me longing and alone, my painful love,
my Cynthia
Enigma love you swell the heart,
to crush the same when lovers part
But whether love and joy you bring
or bitter pain and Death's cold sting
I plead you come to me again, my final love,
My Cynthia
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.
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.
Cynthia O my erstwhile lover
I pine and flounder.
Yes, yes I know I once dumped you -
you just were not pretty enough,
in your tartan wooly socks
but your body once
really rocked my rocks.
O Cynthia, I am not the same
but you Cynthia will be
forever on my brain.
In my mind you come to me now
in my jacuzzi
all lithe and super sudsy.
Cynthia O Cynthia,
be not so cruel, I was a damn fool.
I think of you still
as I ought've or ought'er
frolicking here so naked
in my scuzzy hot tub water.