Best Date From Poems

She briskly walks in January’s rain,
which drums the endless rhythm of her pain,
pulling closer round her shoulder in the downpour
the leather jacket he so often wore.

Another day like this she can remember
when he had worn the jacket, and against her
he’d pressed as they stood kissing...

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He arrived wearing pink skinny jeans
They were scruffy and ripped at the seams
He looked like a wiener
I will not be meaner
But he’s sure not the man of my dreams

2/07/18

A square peg into a round slot
A dreamy man he sure is not
Gawd he's wearing pink
Give me...

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Polished shoes. Check.

Bathed. Check.

Brushed hair one hundred strokes. Check.

Used deodorant.  Check.

Re-did lipstick five times. Check.

Re-did eye make up twice. Check.

Changed clothes. Check.

Looked in the mirror. Check.

Twirled in the mirror. Check.

Changed clothes.  Check.

Looked in the mirror. Check.

Twirled in the mirror. Check.

Took off this outfit...

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Earth woos Venus but she is resistant,
reflecting light of sol in the night sky,
mirrored by her lover who’s persistent,
that tango dancing, tremulous hearts sigh.

The girl next door is the beauteous moon,
who planet earth does date from time to time
for when in full bloom, she makes...

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Without a word - you speak to me through particles of pigmentation
For centuries held within the grip of linseed oil
Where now I gaze upon  the many faces that you wore
And their beauty shakes  me to the very core
For in each one I see...

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Villanelle: No man can on his own escape written fate

         For Thiru-Valluvar, the “nameless” author of 
the THIRUK-KURAL

Note: In my previous posts, especially on Canto 38, I had expounded
on the man and his work in relation to...

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Little Green People’s Work Is Never Done

Life calls on little green people, to work, to continue
As everyone else sleeps in
Hiding from the corporate comatose leader 
Normal people rise, at a later date, from beds dead tired
Smiles crack on faces; lines move along the traces of...

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The Shijing or Shi Jing or Shih-Ching (“Book of Songs” or “Book of Odes”) is the oldest Chinese poetry collection, with the poems included believed to date from around 1200 BC to 600 BC. According to tradition the poems were selected and edited by Confucius...

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Drooping decorations
and graduation mayhem turned to
tears and depression after
fight with high school steady.
The memory of prom date from hell
will hopefully disappear.
The elaborate hairdo was
furiously brushed out,
and the uncomfortable formal
packed away in the attic to be
given to charity next year.
The sweet whispers of love and 
the...

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When the roads open their eyes, all the blue fish come to my sea. The road is a smile exits its pink  ear from that window which sleeps on my mother hand. Without any delay, I am disappearing in its  light where the...

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I used to know a guy named Steve
  Who went on blind date with Eve
          It was a date from hell
           Eve stood up and...

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Lift up from the rotar weeds
 Summer bleeds the last still born
 As autumn greed fights decay
 To save the date from phallic fortunes
 Gather brand new gallop horse distortions
 
Where poles putrify at stockholm
 Is this the way the world ends?
 On battery pulse...

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Sheep’s Work Is Never Done

Life calls after sheep in morning to continue
Everyone else sleeps in
Hiding from the corporate coma for awhile 
People rise, at a later date, from beds dead tired
Smiles crack on faces; lines move the traces of age around
And break the new dawned...

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This article, in creative form (if only because of use of poetic license) has been the product of a life till age 63. It is a life lived in two nations, divided thus: 1959-1983: in South Africa; 1983-1995 in USA; 1995-1999 in Africa; 2000-2019 in...

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Woman, the freshness breath,
Untouchable lips as they have been caught up
In fine pleasant date from a summer park
So how many hours I made love to my German girl?
From the peeping movements of a rainy day
To a cricket of the existed morning’s commute!

I love you
Among the...

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