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Sweet Girl by Hofstetter, Lacy
GIRL, I'M WISHING by Man, Lyric
MY ISLAND GIRL by ALLISON, JAN
MY ISLAND GIRL by Man, Lyric
LOVE POEM TO A GIRL FROM POMONA by EDDIE, CHICANO
Girl, We Have Each Other by Project, The Brooklyn Six
An albino girl in the neighboring camping lot by Horne, Tania
A CUBAN GIRL by EDDIE, CHICANO
Girl of my Dreams by Hauser , Mike
My Girl by Acrich, Marc

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Like A Girl

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Like A Girl 

I play like a girl, I hit like a girl
You say I throw like a girl, 
And, when I run -- I run like a girl!
All that plus more, enjoy this one size fits all

Who and what I want comes from being strong 
Classy and fabulous, 
THIS is my song!

I've been told, cut to size
The world dark and gray, when life becomes an insult
Take heed when I speak my mind, 
I am tough, outstanding and beautiful!

Move ahead --- say it twice, I smell nice
A taste of Cool Water and Justice Perfume
I have a non-stop multitask fixation
Like a woman, everything about me is hidden 
Magic and alluring the only joy in sexuality you'll need

I'm empowering this moment!
Endorsing Myself, with a certain sorta mystique
I deliver an independent will, 
     don't ever underestimate my physique

I am a caregiver, a female who won't give up the fight
I remain firm and believe all women have equal rights
I walk and talk Like A girl 
    wearing heels Breaking the sound of Annabel

       Like, Mona's unforgettable smile, 
       I stand tall Like Miss Liberty
       I am, Betsy Ross, America's #1 designer
            Harriet, who escaped slaver-y 
       Like Theresa and Mary, I'm here to give change
       I am, Hilary overwhelmed with determination
       A leader -- A Goddess, I burn like Joan
       ---Cleopatra in the room
       ---Calamity Jane's wild side
       Emelia's, won't give up heart
       I am Anne, with a secret hidden spot
       Susan B, with the right to vote
       Emily who writes deep and pretty

The sound In your eyes aren't listening!
You imagine I am weak -- not strong enough -- brave enough, 
You call me different and difficult!
Still, you want my warmth -- my love -- my attention

I am not less, I am more
I am a woman -- I frown -- I cry -- I hurt and yell at the universe
Nevertheless, I make a difference
Like a girl, I smile
A smile never seen or felt before, both defined and undefined
Your heart will ask and implore for more

Like a girl, I'll drive you wild, looking pretty "You're In Love!"
My Self confidence comes from who I am deep inside
Everything I've become follows the makeup on my face
Bare and nude, I am the Madonna flowering the mood

At the end of every day, I have one other thing to say
The Next Time You ask me to cook and clean
Because you think, I belong in the kitchen
You better believe I'm doing it my way
LIKE A GIRL

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Alice Sweet Alice

      ~Alice Sweet Alice~

        *Like Sisters*
   Everyday -- Holding Hands 
Sunday Dress -- Pink Ribbons
         *Alice And I*


How can they say she did not exist?
This Sweet Girl I Named Alice

The way she looks at me
-Her eyes tender green
A body figure I can't describe
Together we played hide and seek
We swung in ways no one could see
This girl with pretty red curls
Who enjoys the sound of pouring rain.

Together we slept under the same breeze 
We carved our names on the same tree
Side by Side it Read Alice & I!
She whispered the day I fell off my bike
Alice Sweet Alice loves the way I look in red!

Every day I face the mirror
Alice puts her left hand on my right
We share the same identical scars,
Under the right and left palm.

The way she held my hand
Healed the scrapes in every fall
Beating from the bullies, she screams!
Again, Alice, whispers--- "Kill Them All!"
No one ever said a word,
When she stood by my side
Alice knew me in ways no one else did
She knew my eyes -When they cried!

Now I can't sleep,
Since, Alice has fallen back into the abyss
Forever conscious in a self-hug
--- this is no dream, it is real!

The rage inside, burns.
It took place the day she left!
Burning curtains 
Empty mirrors
This Girl Named Alice spoke of darkness,
then disappeared 

When I hear the sound of pouring rain
I stare at the shadows on the wall
Nothing feels the same,
I allow myself to soak in a darkness where it began.

My hair of red is not the same
These cuts are all that remain
The only clue in which Alice, was here!
Holding on to stainless blade, I sleep

ALICE SWEET ALICE! 
Please call my name!
Why do they whisper?
Why are they saying she never held a breath?
I know she is real, she's exist
Why else would I let her cut my wrist?

This Sweet Girl 
"I YELL FOR ALICE!"
Finally, visits again ---
But, who is to believe?
For everyone says 
Alice lives inside my head.

By:)

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Indian Girl

--Virginia Slim--

Different eyes, the same world 
Ancient skin, dirty Indian Girl 
Smokey, eyes, exotic raven hair 
---Now listen to  the colors, of transformation, 
On the day she was born, the wind blew in, 
A blessing ---her soul, fallen from the heavens
A  gorgeous puff of smoke, Miss Virginia Slim

Able to walk the world with an open mind, she twirls
Pocahontas, one of her many names. 
She carves, and climbs on trees, this little Indian Girl, 
Her feathers ride with the wind, against her red titian skin
Daughter of Chief Powhatan, a powerful tribal, red man 
Peace and love with the Indians of her Virginia Lands,

Many myths, many stories, maybe a mad woman, 
A new Christian, living sad poverty, a silent hero, 
Twisted tales, from savage green to ivory white religion
In her eyes, life never was about greed and skin
Her new look attained an altitude precision
Pocahontas tricked and captured, 
Set to sail another tribe, lands were taken over, 
Boat sailed out of Virginia Lands

Tribes acclaimed her to be wild and ambitious
"The naughty one," searching for admission
Native American child, before the princess, 
Her beautiful soul, a short auspicious beginning
Leaving her world, beautiful and fearless
Forgetting her roots-- From Mother Willow's Vision 
Pocahontas, the Indian Legend from, The Virginia Lands

by;PD

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Kiss the Rain

I'm leaving now, but here is a reminder
'Twill bring to you the days we walked through rain
So when you wish to feel my hand in yours
Or stroke your dripping hair-- Then kiss the rain

Though leaving now, I wish I could be with you
So when you feel o'erwhelmed with grief or pain
And long for my caress upon your face,
The rain will touch instead-- So kiss the rain

Whenever you have tho'ts of this sad parting
And salty tears your lovely cheeks do stain
To feel the tears for you I'll surely have
Do this, and I will too-- Go kiss the rain

Whenever you are longing for my presence
And times that we went strolling down the lane
I'll whisper soft endearments on the breeze
So heed the sighing wind-- And kiss the rain

If ever you should pine to hear me speaking
The thunder might burst forth with glorious main*
While drops that fall are sure to be my tears,
To feel them wet your skin-- Just kiss the rain



* Power or Force

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Super Soupers

It was a rainy day so I flipped through a stack of comics
My Amazing Poet series
Finally I picked the fabulous Five
I liked the picture on the front
Yanny the Zen Master with long black hair
Becca the Creative and Beautiful with her mythical pen
One of my favorites sultry Eileen known as the Emotionator
Anne the Philosopher was right there beside Eileen with her magical smile
Then to round out this team was Vicky Victorious calling from the wilderness 
In this edition they were battling the Poet Destroyer and Joker Jack
who had kidnapped Newbie Timothy Hicks
As I read their words I was in awe of my Heros
They made me cry
They brought me to new worlds
Filled with adventures
Sexy had new meaning
Tears became diamonds
Winds swirled inside my head
All the emotions of the rainbow
I longed to write with such clarity and strength
I tried to flex my poetic Muscles
Worked out every day
Then on the back of the comic
A scrawny poet sat on a beach
Beside the girl of his dreams
He is writing for her when along comes a muscular poet
The big poet kicks metaphorical sand in his face
The the scrawny poets girl is whisked away
Underneath it says
Are you tired of having Metaphorical sand kicked in your face?
Are other Poets getting the girl?
All that can change
Join the Andrea Dietrich School of Creative Poetry
She will have you writing like The Fabulous Five
You will never be afraid to flex those poetic muscles again
So I cut out the back page and sent my five dollars
The address is PO Box 88888 Inspiration California 
Now all I can do is wait
What will the future Hold?


Note there are many Poets here who would appear in my vast Amazing poet series.
Poet Destroyer and Joker Jack are not Evil nemeses they were chosen for the roll
because of their names( also I love their work.) I hope you enjoyed my little tale.
Some of the younger poets may not be familiar with the Charles Atlas ads that used
to be on the back of comics, the rest of you I am sure will get the joke.

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Sweetest Love Note

One night a guy & a girl were
driving home from the movies. The
boy sensed there was
something wrong because of the painful
silence they shared between them
that night. The girl then asked the boy to pull over
because she wanted to talk. She told him that her
feelings had changed & that it was time to move on.
A silent tear slid down his cheek as he
slowly reached into his pocket & passed her a folded note.
At that moment, a drunk driver was speeding down
that very same street. He swerved
right into the drivers seat, killing the boy.
Miraculously, the girl survived. Remembering the note, she
pulled it out & read it.
"Without your love, I would die."

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Frosted Panes - re-post

                                   
When winter paints those frosty ferns on my windowpane
I find myself a little girl up on your lap again
In that old house, where you wove that coloured tapestry
With all the glorious memories of your life upon the sea

With weathered palm so deeply etched with every season past
You rubbed a porthole in the center of the frosted glass
Where outside in splendour lie a winter-wonderland
As halos rose above your head from a pipe bowl in your hand

And there upon a rocking chair as smoke rings filled the air
We rocked across a sea of dreams wind tangled in our hair
To lands I’d never been before we stepped upon those shores
And through your eyes I saw each one and still I wanted more

The morning passed in dreams between two pairs of eyes of green       
As the world outside held its breath in a sea of snowy cream
And when the chill of winter melted from the windowpane
The whistling kettle on the stove brought us home again

You held my hand and looked at me with that twinkle in your eyes
And told me you would be my Captain 'til the day I died
So when winter paints those frosty ferns on my windowpane
I find myself a little girl up on your lap again 

             ~~~~~


Written:  Jan 15, 2011

Author:  Elaine George
First Place in Brian Strand's contest:  Let's See
4th   Place In - Anything goes contest

In loving memory of my Dear Papa 'Captain James George'.


Authors Note:
When I was a child of three, I Went to live for a year with my Grandparents in Nova 
Scotia. At that time my Grandfather was a retired Sea Captain of a Three Mast 
Schooner. He had spent most of his life at sea, taking lumber and coal to New 
Brunswick and various ports in the U.S. and in the winter months, would carry on  to 
pick-up and deliver  cargo in the  West Indies. Although my time with him was short, 
the memories we shared have comforted me through-out the years.  
~~~~~

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Una and the Lion

This world of trouble soon will pass
For there beyond the crystal glass
A lamb and lion tread the grass
Beside a lass, beside a lass

This cord of present time shall break
And hate and fear shall flee and quake
Oh, may all vice this earth forsake!
And love awake! And love awake!

Oh, see him walk 'neath mighty trees!
The king of beasts; what strength and ease!
Yet now content this lass to please
Her hand to tease, her hand to tease

Behold! A pleasant form and face!
The child of beauty crowned with grace!
Fair Una treads at even pace
A better place, a better place


~ The form is Monotetra~
~Based on the painting 'Una and the Lion' by Briton Riviere.

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Spider songs

Blades of grass, wet under foot, insect eyes  
Dusk, offset by the cricket orchestra 
Muted and receding into the trees and bushes,
Tickled by the wind, rattling snake tail wind 
While we may be in the company of wolves,
A long legged friend is late for the party 

Eyes, little iridescent stars 
Attending to each one, and look there, 
There she is, making the most beautiful geometry 
Parallels within the octagons, pulling silks
An arm for every task, little perpetual motion machine

Is that the Queen of the Night under the rusted iron? 
A forlorn lady, black patent leather, kill a man, maybe two 
With her danger red symmetry, oozing with youth 
And a penchant for paralysis, no one can resist her wine

Then there's the hall of cob webs, threadbare handkerchiefs
Left by ladies who exhausted all of their company 
To be a spectacle under the moon, in the wood pile 
Dressed up in the finest furs, all earth tones 
Stepping out to introduce themselves in girlish droves 

Venus of another sort, these little cursed jezebels 
Hovering on the skin of the water, or on the red brick wall 
Must frequent every happy corner, and slip away at a moment's notice
A real lady always knows when to say goodnight
Such graceful exits through cement cracks
Back to the parlor, to glow in the dark 
And they become spiders again

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Perfect Date

They sat together 
at a table for two.
Their first time alone 
no need for a menu.  
He stared into her eyes
a deep hazel-brown
until her face began to blush
and her eyes moved down.
Then she looked up
for the first time she knew
as she stared into his eyes
of deep ocean blue,
That this was the man, 
she was meant to spend
this night in his arms
and her soul would mend.
They held an embrace
and in his arms, she fit
then they sat side-by-side 
sharing a bowl of grits.

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Guy advice to a friend

You tried to win her over
with dark chocolate and daisies
Passion on beds of clover
always works with the ladies

So why her indiscretions
She revealed it with a sigh
You didn't ask the right questions 
the rule book doesn't apply

See beneath all that glitters
her cool choreographed style
It's not hidden in twitters
try looking beyond her smile

Her love you cannot purchase
She can sense if you are fake
Do not play on the surface
dive down deep into her lake

Once she's truly discovered
surely passions will run deep
The depths of her uncovered
whispered secrets you must keep

She'll give you what you wish for
there is magic in her soul
If you just reveal your core
together you will be whole

Don't ever try to change her
that person she'll never be
If you try, she'll leave for sure
for that girl needs to be free!

Contest: "Men your advice to another man on females"
Sponsor: Brenda Chiri
Written December 18, 2018

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Angel of Mine


You are mine ~ I am yours ~ in this together
Your heart and mine in synchrony they beat
Bequeathed One with thoughts that sync mine
Enlightened Souls in love ~ a conjoined feat

Overwhelmed with the throb of your heartbeat
A subtle flutter like a butterfly’s touch within
That stirs the very essence of my soul
and tickles goose bumps that creep upon my skin

In anticipation for your fingers to hold mine
Proclaim your entry with your first lusty cry
I’ll weep a mother’s tears of soulful joy
Soothing you with my own sweet lullaby

Till then ~ for now we bond as one to the other
An affinity in the unity of a child to its Mother
He cradles us in his arms ~ you respond to his touch
The completed circle with you ~ me ~ and your father

My poem is written to celebrate the coming event for a very special couple who are excitedly expecting their first little girl. 

Video clip and music by - Colbie Caillat

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read this please

They hate you because your you
They make up lies and call it true
They're fake behind your back
Hoping someday that you'll crack.

They hate you because your real.
no matter what they say you always heal
They're surprised to see you rise,
That you're not affected by all these lies


They hate you because you smile at them
It shows them that your a real gem
You are always true and do your best :)
Sometimes these haters just cant test

They hate you for no reason
Despite it all, you smile
whatever the reason
At the end of the day
All i'm gonna say
All i plan to be 
IS ME


-Sanderline Fleury :)

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I dreamed a dream of You

Yesterday I dreamed a dream,
that had no end.
You in your white gown, and long, black hair flowing.
You were calling my name.
I heard you, but I couldn't reach you!

And when I say your soul was tainted.
You went out in the night life.
You dressed in your black, evening ball gown.
You danced till the Red Sun came out, over the horizon.

You smiled at me.
A flame in my heart burned red hot!
My knees and hands shook with nerves;
Nerves of love and joy.
I blew you a kiss,
but you turned away!
Oh, please don't turn away from me,
for I would die, if it happened again!

Your beautiful and golden heart showed me the truth.
The truth that every gentleman wants to hear.
I've seen you walk the streets,
in the blue dawn of August.
As I followed you, you stopped and looked at me.
You smiled so beautifully, and my heart fluttered into oblivion!

You walked with your friends and I went my way.
I couldn't find a single trace of you that day.
I cried out "Why did I leave her like this?!"
I looked for you, all over the courtyards and town squares!
Yet no sight of your beauty.
... No sight of your golden heart, that I hold so dear to mine.
Where did you go?
Why did you leave?
Why did I leave... that is the question!

I should have stayed by your side,
till the ends of time.

Yet I had left.
Why...?

One gloomy and parish midnight.
I came along a road,
and soon found myself in front of a wayward cafe.
Smiling faces all around me.
I spotted a beautiful face that outstood all the other faces around me.
It was yours.

Your face brought me to sanity and I went over too you!
You spotted me and tried to run!
I caught you in the dirty hallway and pulled you in.

Our eyes met and I fell in love once again.
Sanity re-entered my mind, body and soul.
I kissed you and you kissed back.
You held my hand, and we left the cafe and walked down the street.

The street was gloomy, yet we together brightened the dark street.
We went back to the lit up city streets, of the lands filled with smiling faces,
and we fell in love and slept together.

You lay there in my restless arms and I gave you a sweet kiss,
upon your sweet and soft head.
Your dark hair was sweet smelling and felt of silk.
I closed my eyes and fell asleep with you,
there in my arms and we dreamed together
till the morning came and woke me up,
and took you away from my weak and weary arms.

I dreamed a dream of you.

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Words

              Words

 I don't have nothing really to post right now
 However, I will read your poems first, 
 In hopes inspiration follows and falls into place

Please do not think I'm here to drop a bomb 
It's just a fair warning on how, I'm here
"To Rock Your World"
Allow me kindly to introduce myself, 
I'm as Sweet as they come 
I'm not the enemy, but a poet friend
In time you will see, and hunger my name

 I'm not new to any poetry world
 In time you will notice I am not your average girl

I will play fair, If you do
I'll be true to you, if you are true 
I'm not here to judge what I can't see
However, I will reply and enjoy the imagery

 This Destroyer is not like a lawyer
 However, mess with me or my sis 
 I'll chew you out like the D.E.A.
 I'll mess with your mind 
 A brain storm cleaning you from bottom to top

I am the POET DESTROYER
Admiring those who love the world of wordplay
Today, I will end my WORDS
With the quote I've always wanted to say
   "I am no poet!"

by;pd

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Alana Dulcita

Once in a forest, a long time ago,
there dwelt a young maiden, bright, sweet and fair.
Flowers she wore in her long wavy hair,
and each day she’d vanish into gloaming’s glow.

Alana Dulcita was this young maid’s name,
a name that fell sweetly from everyone’s tongue.
The townspeople loved her -both old and young,
yet nobody knew from where the girl came.

They only knew that, at the end of each day,
with sun dipping downward into the west
and sky splashed with colors Alana liked best,
was when, as if magically, she’d slip away!

“Where does she go?” all the villagers asked,
“And how does she leave us so quietly
that not even one of us ever can see?
Has some kind of spell on our dear girl been cast?”

Spell or no spell, the young maid had powers
as into the woodland she fled and then donned
a gossamer gown, hidden well near a pond
surrounded by beautiful flowers.

She peered into water after she’d kneel
as a lovely face gazed back at her.
In this perfect moment, what should occur
but, like magic, the girl became real!

Her filmy silk gown would blend with her skin,
shrinking into a stem, and her face
changed into petals till soon not a trace
remained of the form that a human lives in.

Alana Dulcita, her real self again, 
breathing lilacs’ and lilies’ sweet scent,
would bow her fair face, a flower content,
to repose by the pond with her kin.

Awaking at dawn, renewed, she’d return
to the town where they loved her so well,
keeping the secret she never could tell
of youth’s beauty for which humans yearn.

She’d never grow old as long as she had
a place of seclusion where she might go
to water around which bright flowers could grow,
for this is what kept the soul of hers glad!

Never to marry and never to stay
too long in one place, she’d always move on.
Beloved she would be till the day she was gone.
This, for Alana, was the only way.

Alana Dulcita, where did she go
when forests grew small and lake beds grew dry?
Did the fair maid eventually die
or is she still sleeping where bright blossoms grow?

Note: The name Alana means "the bright fair one" in Gaelic
or "precious; awakening" in Hawaiian & "Beautiful dear child"
in Irish/ the name Dulcita is Latin for "sweet."

Written by Andrea Dietrich & Inspired by the "Reflections" Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France ~A Rambling Poet~

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The Canvas

The Canvas
She painted her emotions with a dark brush
My heart sunk into her canvas
Transported to an endless sadness
She greets me there with a smile
Her light not visible from the other side

"Come" she says
"There are many rooms to explore"
She skips along yesterday's corridors
I follow in tentative foot falls
She looks back, "Here it is, this is where we'll begin."
Through the door we go in

In an instant she disappears
I wonder was she ever here
Then a silent voice whispers in my ear
"Watch and listen, all will unfold"
I watch in silence; my heart feels cold

A mother in a hospital bed
Two baby girls
One of them dead
Tears of joy now sad instead
She whispers "do you see?? Happy Birthday, little me." 

I hear her giggle in another room
So, I walk through another door,
a toddler alone on the floor
Mom sitting, at a table with a drink
Little girl starts crying
Mom doesn't even blink

The scene changes 
A parade of men
Mom needs her lovers
over and over again

In the night
When mom's asleep
Into the girl’s room, the demons creep
On the bed, there she lays
She leaves her mind
While the bad man plays

I scream
I want him to stop
Her so helpless
Him there on top
The whisper returns "There is nothing to do,
I want you to know the source of my blue."

I say, "please I can take no more"
With that she says, "there is just one more door."
She is back, she takes my hand
I walk through a door to her promised land

The darkness, is all stripped away
She is young once more, it's bright as day
She turns and smiles, " I'm okay,
long ago I learned to pray."
I said "I do not understand, 
how could he let that happen to you?
Is he not to blame for your world of blue?"
She looks again with knowing smile
"You will understand in a while.
One day all answers he will reveal, 
best understood when you learn to kneel."

From her canvas 
My mind wishes release
Flowing into my heart, an ancient peace
On humbled footsteps, my journey within
A world of shadows, canvas thin
I see beyond sadness
I search within 

This dark picture, 
brushed stroked on my mind
Her life touched by sin, 
Is now redefined
No longer is she broken
I watch her light grow
She says "I'm okay,
it's time for you to go.

By: Richard Lamoureux

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Daddy's Girl

She was a Daddy's girl
The apple of his eye
Somehow things change
as the years go by

His hugs and kisses
Vanished like the sun
He became serious
Instead of being fun

She wanted to be noticed
Purple hair and pierced nose
She started wearing black
From her head to her toes

He said he was leaving
A new family he had
He said not to worry
He'd always be her dad

She didn't shed a tear
As daddy walked away
Still pain needs expression
She cuts her skin each day

If you see her tatoo
It's a black broken heart
Printed with Daddy's Girl
Her life expressed through art


I wrote this one for Donna Jones
to answer some of the questions
she had about my Watch poem.

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Happy - in 101 Words

Thank you, God, for making me a female,
one so strong, cheerful and alive!
The weaker sex? I guess!  If being frail
can serve me, I will anything contrive!
A tire flat?  Out of gas?  I use
“femininity” when in a fix.
I do it oh so charmingly - this ruse-
used by clever chicks like politics!
Those that share my gender cast a spell,
and In our sex are pleasant aspects found.
In art of conversation we excel.
By friendship and by loyalty we are bound.
Penis envy?  Me?  I like your plan,
I am happy not to be a man!


For the the What Makes You Happy old - new poem Poetry Contest
of Royal Ninja~

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Life According to Miss Ooh-La-La

She sits perched, like a gorgeous gargoyle, upon the boulder
splotched with spots of mint chocolate ice cream moss - the wind tasting
her lovely locks as if it were spicy cinnamon straight off the tree.
It excites the senses (to put it frankly) watching her gaze
pierce the sapphire roof of the world
with a challenge to be met.

Or was it the twinkle in her smile
that shone like polished ivory, reminding me of the legalities
of elephantine tusks, and the slippery slope of falling
for that gracious grin and hallowed hope.

It could just be, she's got a lasso on my heart,
that takes delight in my vertigo - flipping and flopping
much like an oval shaped wheel.
I'd ask her to grease the hinges, or go back to the drawing board,
but to tell the truth - it adds character to the path
digging dangerously into the dirt dutifully
causing a spray of pebbles to the face of normalcy.

It could just be, that letting go ain't in her vocabulary,
reeling me in like a big fish story in one of those backwater
little ponds, that spawn such discrepancy.
I'd say she's a catch, but that would be cheesy
(though that does bring to mind her chef-like tendencies,
plopping strawberries on my tongue with little tidbits
of Wisconsin sharp cheddar)
It could just be, that life according to Miss Ooh-La-La
couldn't get any better ...

... then again it could just be
I'm waxing eloquently.

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The Dancing Girl

A blythe young girl with lively feet,
Said she would rather dance than eat;
So she shook off all the worldly blues,
And put on her dancing shoes.
She danced thru day and danced thru night,
She danced till the stars lost their light;
She danced her lover out of breath,
And danced her husband quite to death.
She danced her beauty all away,
And then she danced the night away;.
Her big toe then went out of joint,
And all the others came to a point.
Still she danced, and waltzed and whirled,
The dizziest girl in all the world.
She danced herself as a spinning top,
Out of breath but could not stop;
Still spinning around, she flew so far,
Then her feet got caught on the point of a star:
And there she danced for all to see,
In all the dark spaces of eternity.

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DESPICABLE



Pigtails loosen yet messed, 
twisted by pliant fingertips
of evening’s devilry…  
tracing her budding breasts,
embers gleam from a lamplight, dim…
his jerked breathing quickens to rake 
this young, tender flesh---
from pink , blood red, to pale yellow... despicable!

Invading her territory,
the blister of muffled silence
grates adolescent wails,yet…
crazed feasting of desire remains.
She quivers under a toppled quilt
brushed in wounded cotton...despicable!
And while darkness slides on metal frame,
he riles, riles with abandon,
grinning under a sinister moon
arsenic as the sweat of male hunger
to ravage a girlish body...  trembling, trembling
while her cupped mouth stutters,
‘Please step-dad, no!’
‘Hush…dear baby, I am your angel,
guarding you from evil wolves..despicable!

Quietly, he pins the knob of conquest
until the frail child's porcelain doll
splatters on the floor, and then…


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Re-Posted /1/2017
Contest: Let's Talk About It
Sponsor: Richard Lamoureux

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Daddy Please

Daddy will you hold me and
Tell me I’ll be okay?
Will you whisper in my ear
All the things you used to say

Will you squeeze me tight,
And call me your little girl?
Daddy will you make me laugh
And still give me the world?

Daddy just hold me close,
Please never let me drop
Keep me under your wing,
And please never ever stop

Daddy please I’m hurt
Don’t you see me lying here
Come back and make it all okay
Please come chase away this fear

Daddy hold me close to you
I want to feel your heart
Say you’ll never ever let me go
And never say we’ll part

Tears streaming down my face
Daddy please come here
I need you more than ever now
Daddy please just hold me near

Hold me tightly in your arms
I’m begging, “please don’t let go”
I still need you Daddy
I just thought you’d like to know

Daddy please I want you
Can’t you see me cryin’?
Look daddy way down here
Your little girl is dyin’

Daddy please I’m falling now
Wont you hold me tighter?
This monster is pulling me down
Please make this burden lighter

Daddy please come help me
Can’t you hear me screaming?
Don’t leave me here now
With my tears still falling, streaming

Why don’t you look at me?
Daddy please I’m scared
You saved all the other ones
Why wont MY soul be spared

Daddy please come back
In my heart I miss you
Just comfort me Daddy please
With all the things you used too

Daddy please I miss you
And I’m at my last resort
I’m sorry, but I can’t go on
This is my sad report

Your little girl is missing
Please tell me that you see.
Why don’t you put to rest,
This pain that’s running through me

All I want is you Daddy
So please come just take me home
All I want is you Daddy
I’m so tired of being alone

Daddy why won’t you look at me
Why don’t you care?
Why did you kiss the rest?
But me you did not dare

Daddy hold me close and
Call me your little girl
Tell me it will be okay and
That you’ll still give me the world

Tell me that you love me
Just tell me that you do
And whisper in my ear
All the things you used to

Daddy please hold me closer
I’m starting to slip through
Just please don’t let me go
I can’t do all this without you

Look into my eyes and
Tell me what you see
Tell me that you care and
Still want to set me free

Daddy will you hold me
And catch all of my tears
Daddy will you help me and
Chase all of my fears

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Feeding the Ducklings

Listen to poem:

A mellow day it was in my city,
So I went outside to take a walk.
The river by my house was so pretty
I sat myself right down on a small dock.

I had with me a sandwich for my lunch.
Mom let me make it by myself, you see!
I took it out and had begun to munch,
While kicking at the water happily.

Then suddenly, I heard the quack quack quack
Of many ducklings I’d not even seen
Before that time! For speed they did not lack.
The first one had a neck and head dark green.

I tore in pieces all my sandwich bread
And tossed the bits to him and the others.
I think we all should share, though big “Green Head”
Tried to take the pieces from his brothers.

That big one and the others were so cute
My sandwich did not last more than a while.
Then Green Head fled; the others followed suit.
They left me with no lunch but with a smile!

Written May 19, 2016 
for Contest Closed and Judged May 30, 2016
now for the Second Chance - 4 Poetry Contest of Broken Wings/center>

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I love you, I love you

I see you everyday getting out of your bus
I feel your presence walking in the streets of Damascus
whenever I see you smile, an unexpected pleasure falls on me for a while
you re my day and you re my night
I can even bare your fight
just if you become mine
everything in this world will become fine
I can wait for you till my hairs become grey
you ve become my last and only pray

I follow you everyday till you disappear 

but an elder told me that first of all they always miss
later they become your mrs

everytime you re in a different suit
sometime black green or blue
I love you, that s something which is true
you look so gorgeous that I sometime imagine that is it really you?
I love you, I love you
how and why, I doesn t got any clue
I love you, I love you

you re in my dreams, you re in my thoughts 
I imagine you whenever I m alone
whether it s day or it s night
whether I m eating or sleeping
my loneliness makes me weeping

but whenever I see you
I don t even have 1% of confidence
where all of it is, I got no clue
there  are just 3 words which looks like 
climbing a tree which continuesly grew
I just want to say to you
that i love you, I love you