Best Handsomest Poems
DREAM HELPERS
In my dreams, tonight I will dance like crazy...
All around me, things getting sparkly and hazy.
Doing ecstatic rumbas, sambas, tangos~
Maybe a tall, iced drink with a fresh mango?
How about me in a long,turquoise sequined gown?
Such a fantasy,including of course, a sexy,and
handsomest Brazilian man in town!
Mi Corazon, in the diamond moonlight,
I will kiss your soft,strong yet loving hands!
In the Brazilian distance, the soft sound of a samba band!
Good Night,
Pangie xxxx
July 29, 2020
10pm PST
The bubbles of wealth
used to rise in the glass
and tingle on my lips.
The label that I wore with verve
Skimmed lightly cross my hips
Hair in fashionable disarray
I’d sashay round the town
Always remembering to cross
My knees whenever I sat down
I was finished y’know in
Switzerland. I folded napkins there
And learnt to act in a modest way
That behove a lady fair
In scarlet I went hunting
And found myself a beau
Not the handsomest of gentlemen
But he did have a chateau
I bathed in foreign sunshine
and royalty were friends
But it was just illusion
And soon the summer ends
And now its only tea
That’s sipped from paper cups
No more the trips to Henley
or Badminton or such
Gold has now turned silver
and my hips are not my own
and should I try to cross my knees
I’d likely break a bone
Laura Tonon was her name, at the new school my only true friend per se
Astonishingly she’d taken to me, offered to help with my English every day
Unwavering was her big confident smile, even taught me a bit of Italian astray
Rich, she had two of the handsomest brothers, Carlos and Diego who played croquet
Although only in grade five, she amazed me with a poem she’d written one day
DIEGO
In deep concentration
He sat there,
Pondering.
His brows wrinkled
Like waves rolling across the sea
In slow rhythm.
From his lungs, the breath
Came and went,
Escaped and entered.
How I envy him
Endowed with the gift of patience.
-Laura Tonon 1974
Thinking back, it was my first introduction to the power of poetry
Obviously I was impressed, truly amazed and I got hooked instantly
Needed to learn to walk before I run, so worked on improving my vocabulary
Only a few years later t’was when I took to the pen inspired by my mentor’s memory
Nothing I’d love more than to meet up again with the old soul in that little prodigy
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on October 16, 2017 for contest POEM WITHIN A POEM sponsored by BRENDA CHIRI
My grandson has a lot of tees
With Mario imprinted.
His sister wears her Ariels,
Her mermaid passion hinted.
Which made me think of certain shirts,
Quite popular back when
I though that Dr. Kildare
Was the handsomest of men.
They didn’t have his picture
But resembled what he wore
And how I wished I had one
Sitting in my dresser drawer!
In doctor-white, with buttons
Going neck-high up the side,
The wearer would be filled with
Fans of Dr. Kildare pride.
A classmate owned one and she wore it,
Showing off, at school.
Ironically, she found Ben Casey,*
M.D., much more cool.
Compared to tie-in clothes today,
A Dr. Kildare smock
Was rare enough that even E-Bay
Has not one in stock.
*Dr. Kildare and Ben Casey, M.D.
were two popular T.V. shows about doctors
in the 1960’s
It all started when Mr. Pie was a little bugger,
Just a wisp of fluff in the palm of your hand.
"Oh, isn't mama's little man the most handsomest EVER?!"
Not a day has gone by when he has argued that point!
"Be careful with all that encouragement" I prophetically warned,
"It may go straight to his head!!"....and what a head it became!!
Grey, dignified, regal....a lions mane with white marbling.
2 golden eyes piercing you with that casually bored stare one may give to one's shoes.
Every morning at 8 am and every night at 10 pm he demonstrates his knowledge of time.
Head-butting the door and SCREAMING the words "MOM!!!
MAAAWWWMMMM!!......NOW???!!???.........MOM??? NOWWWWW??" (for real!!)
Needless to say, he's got us trained pretty well,
But we're still working on house-breaking me!!!!!
He still has yet to teach us PROPER portion control,
And I get the impression I'm not so popular when I give less than expected.
Maybe it's the "Death-threat" stare, or maybe the Kitty Log in my slippers, I don't know!
All I can tell you is don't EVER make the mistake of addressing him as a "cat"
Or you may come to know the justice of King Pie, The Terrible........just a warning!!
Tonight my sweetheart shook his head
As fortune cookie note was read
A baffled look; his countenance
"How do I take this? Makes no sense!"
He read it out to understand, that little
slip held in his hand...
"You're as intelligent as you're good looking..."
He paused a second, I could tell that
phrase was really cooking
Then glibly, in his satire, he gave that
slip a flip
He rephrased the cookie's fortune,
A misfortune quip...
"That could mean I'm ugly,
As Ugly as I'm dumb!"
He threw the cookie in the trash
And swept away the crumbs
I found the slip of paper
That message was quite grand
I'm thinking he's the smartest guy
In all the blessed Land!
And so the little fortune
Has grasped me in an awe
To me, he is the handsomest
Dear man, I ever saw!
Many people look into the mirror,
and only see their imperfections...
I have mine and laugh about them;
when famous people go under the knife,
surgeons get rich and to them they bow.
Why perfection is so sought after today?
Not all are born beautiful, some are born deformed,
and those are the ones who shouldn't be happy;
others abuse their bodies in horrendous ways,
and ignore the importance of being loved.
A pop star did just that, and he went to the extremes
to change the color of his skin to look like someone else;
he should have been proud and satisfied of how he looked!
I wasn't the handsomest guy, but somehow a miracle occurred:
I had an in-depth analysis and I felt truly beautiful!
Society creates the perfect images of famous individuals worldwide,
they become their own gods, not feeling the importance of being loved,
they look pretty from the outside, but deep down they're slowly dying;
why resemble models who are put on a starvation diet to look good
on fashion shows in Milan, Paris and New York...have they gone insane?
Reflect on your life with careful consideration, find the hidden beauty
that each one of us possess, not neglecting the importance of being loved;
have you ever noticed children how they mingle...how they love one another?
Do they see any of the defects in their bodies, or point out their differences?
Certainly not, they amuse themselves and playing they feel beautiful!
The only one
My heart hopped,
Or I should say ‘stopped’,
I was shocked,
Because with me, he talked!
It’s me, the only one,
Whom he chose,
I’m the luckiest one on the earth,
It is like he has given me a red rose!
I was surprised, he’s so cute!
I stared at him, my voice mute,
It was like I was on cloud nine,
As if we were going to dine!
I was fully filled with glee,
The other girls did envy me,
He’s the handsomest, of all men,
And I said, “Yes, you can take my pen.”
When I look in my mirror
What do I see
An older lady looking back at me
I don't go out dancing so I sit home alone
No one remembers no one even phones
I used to be the bell of the ball
now I sit home alone not even a call
My dance book was filled with the handsomest of men
Now i know that i will never see them again
You'd think that,that would bother me
Well you'd be o so wrong
Because I can smile and remember so clearly the dance and the song
Again I lookk in my mirror
And the wrinkles and the grey hair are all gone
So I turn on the music and dance and sing along
Because God gave me a special gift called memory
And as long as I can remember
I can always see
All the things that I used to be
He left home to pursue his lifetime dream,
it was closer to midnight and the foggy moon had no gleam;
I saw him rushing out to the taxi-cab by dragging his luggage,
all the while he thought he could manage.
His name was Glen, six feet tall with light brown hair...
the handsomest guy in town with elegance and flair;
he drove all the girls crazy, but sad was to see him go...
they all waited for him outside as he fled into tomorrow.
He worked for a law firm in downtown Manhattan,
and won many cases getting him lots of praises;
he bought a Lamburghini and was considered the toast of town,
but to keep up his status quo he needed more money to pay those bills.
Alaska was his destination, no big deal for a white man
used to cold weather and hard work anywhere he went;
stereotype or not he was proud and really wanted that job,
but going out to sea and catch fish wasn't somehow odd?
Glen spent two years in the land of coyotes and bears,
too often he got frostbite for not covering his ears;
his fair skin turned red, his green eyes teared...
as he remembered all the things his mother feared.
Money kept coming in, but his health wasn't as vibrant...
he coughed a lot and sneezed when the harsh Nordic wind blew
as he dreamed of his warm home while mom cooked beef stew;
many thoughts ran through his depressed mind, once so jubilant.
On May eleven of two thousand ten when the Northern Sea didn't rage,
he received a text message, " Mother is sick, hurry home. "
He changed his work clothes, took a shower and went to Anchorage
to take the next plane to New York City as noise harmed his lobe.
By her hospital bed, he stood holding her cold hand,
and he wept not able to hold back his tears,
" I am back, mom...I'll make up for those lost years. "
She squeezed his rough hand, then suddenly expired.
Precious Angel...
as you are...
moments in life with you...
tis an Honor...
to behold your Loving Treasures...
tis as you've given unto me...
such tender-loving kiss's...
that sweep gently..
caressing my cheek..
expressing emotions
tis within your heart..
softly whispering..
sweet-treasures of love...
beholding unto my heart..
tis as deeepens my love for you...
beyond measure..
gracefully given..
back unto sweet-treasures..
my love to you
Precious heart... tis be..
as you enter the room...
as I see... most handsomest man...
a True Treasures tis be...
as you come asking me for my hand to dance...
as I say unto thee..
Softly.. Yes...
as you gently take my hand...
and we slowly move towards the ballroom floor...
then you turn unto me... gazing.. lovingly into my eyes..
As I into yours..
As you bring me closer unto your heart..
Embracing.. Treasures of love...
~as we sway.. to the music..
Tenderly-beholding..
each other close..
as warmth of your loving heart..
tis next to mine..
our hearts beating closely..
as our love intertwines..
tis as you sweetly whisper..
within my ear... ...
~as your true colors extend out
such Radiant light..
tis beholds love..
at first glance...
ever so handsome..
beautiful treasure...
as music plays..
"You are More"...
our Treasures in light..
beholding each other tight..
as Love entwines.. our hearts...
here on line..
only if.. tis could be...
Treasures of our hearts of Truth...
manifest more in reality...
then expressions of deep love within.. each other..
time... to begin.. another dance..
of sweetness..
our Love bearing truth..
~as tis be a token of Love...
as Roses are Red...
tis your beautiful beyond.. ...
any words said..
sweetness of love in air...
as the music plays...
as our hearts beat as one...
given in love..
all tis under our heavenly Father's son..
as moments of bliss...
tis taken with True-loves first kiss...
beholding Treasures in Midst
Man About Town… Richly – Renown
The Duke Of Derring – Do
Part Of His Fame… Debonair Dames
Saved From A Distress Or Two
Handsomest Face… Ladies Chase
All – Over The Place… For His Embrace
What’s A Gel’ To Do?...
For The Duke Of Derring’ – Do…
Chivalry And Gallantry
He Wears It, Like His Clothes
Right- On Cue… Tailored – New
All The Ladies Sigh… Oooh!...
What Do They Say… There’s A Day
A Maid May… Take His Breath Away!
… Take It As Your Due…
Duke Of Derring’ – Do!...
The Duke… Of… D e r r i n g’ – Do!
A madman pushed me off the track, lucky not much harm
I sat in the Hospital waiting room with just a broken arm.
They handed me a form to fill, 20 genders, 10 types of race -
I tore the sheet with my good arm and walked out of that place.
I walked past a park, a man dropped a syringe, gave me a stare
I walked past a crazy woman preaching to the air.
I walked past teens speaking to their phones but not each other.
Saw expressions I couldn’t read - an enemy or a brother?
I remembered the in-crowd whose moral sight was blind
I wanted to leave their dubious fads behind
I walked past the demonstrators, their justice leads to blood:
We may need a Noah's ark from the oncoming flood.
I walked along the Palisades, the river on my right.
I perked up because the old roads, the boat basins came in sight.
I jogged on the Long Path, crossing Bergen County, then Rockland too.
Turned inland and ended up in a children's petting zoo.
There were the black hats - Jews of a Hasidic sect.
I spoke with one woman; she looked at me with undeserved respect.
It was a change from the jaded people I often met
Wondered what the secret was, is a religious way correct?
Those Jews might not surf the internet, they might not watch TV.
And when they move en masse into a town they spark animosity.
But what struck me there was something clean and true.
As she pointed out the exotics in that petting zoo.
Since then I've been to Lancaster, where the Amish live an older way
That lifestyle has its drawbacks too, there are always shades of gray.
I've visited Salt Lake, where Mormons spurn drugs for recreation
A visitor described them as the handsomest in the nation.
I like my way of life, but other ways make me think
Do we really need social media, or drugs, an evening drink?
Would we be better people, if some things we didn't know?
Should we stand against the current, or go with culture's flow?
Do we really need the likes, the scroll that never ends?
Can we stop and read a while, or try to make real friends?
Can we set anchor in a place where lies don’t get through?
Can we cure our sick republic, retain what’s proven true?
I, (though ye feel averse associating
with birth father) attest,
perhaps undeserving your vicariously quest
regaling, surmounting, and triumphing
storied Penn ultimate academic conquest
affirms his pride and joy at
stellar success no credit to this beastliest
inept papa, who winces with tragicomic,
woe how animosity toward me increased
smoldering rage at actual/
perceived paternal transgressions,
and do not expect to receive forgiveness
within your wounded breast,
but please allow this opportunity
to suspend any smarting rancorous
loathing, and bitterest
emotions that still sting from deep
seated psychological wounds
indelibly piercing chest
within eldest daughter,
whose unconditional boundless love
spurs whim to express
optimism at Edenic future blest
with praiseworthy largesse of commendable
laudatory, and noteworthy brainiest
accomplishments driven by ambition,
doggedness, perseverance, cleverest
ploy, plus revulsion emotionally costliest
psyche rent asunder courtesy yours truly,
he will not challenge, nor counterprotest
thee, asper his (i.e. mine) crassest
peccadillos, and significant damnedest
accursed personal weaknesses thee detest,
and unintentionally unpleasantly
impacted impressionable offspring, I dust
regret, and thus
figurative figleaf extended
without any expectations, though earnest
sincerity to accept culpability, asper
your anger, animosity, antipathy
maybe ranked as evilest
person on Earth, nonetheless,
and perhaps futile attempt feeblest
against affecting, sans fondest
best wishes despite scathing foulest
faux pas, I abhor lament ghastliest
inflicted upon an innocent progeny,
whose truevalue impossible grandest
to assess preciousness bestowed,
and wisdom proffered as biological guest,
now on her way to glory with handsomest
eminent beau linkedin heading toward happiest
days awaiting as ye embark
on destination unknown - honest!
The only one
My heart hopped,
Or I should say ‘stopped’,
I was shocked,
Because with me, he talked!
It’s me, the only one,
Whom he chose,
I’m the luckiest one on the earth,
It is like he has given me a red rose!
I was surprised, he’s so cute!
I stared at him, my voice mute,
It was like I was on cloud nine,
As if we were going to dine!
I was fully filled with glee,
The other girls did envy me,
He’s the handsomest, of all men,
And I said, “Yes, you can take my pen.”