Best His And Hers Poems
his smile mesmerized her
her scent intoxicated him
his eyes hypnotized her
her touch magnetized him..
precious moments linger...
passionately
divinely
sensually
his strong hands caressed her
her flowing hair tickled him
his sweet kisses captivated her
her playfulness enticed him
purely
safely
freely
precious moments linger...
his tenderness showered her
her dewy glow bathed him
his legs entwined with hers
her legs entwined with his..
precious moments linger...
for eternally they are...
his and hers.
In the silence lies a mortal wound
a voiceless arrow has struck
dumbly it thunders
identifying
final innocence crushed
Exquisite is the torture of a silent stare
holding every vanquished embittered care
Somewhere beyond an emotional peek
where tears find a language to speak
The silence of utter failure
the throws between a life and it's death
the hush of a dream at once impoverished
as you witness it's final breath
Sound buried in the void of explanation
mute the muse of words
suspended only notwithstanding
owned hope of his and hers
An endless pause hangs in between
as your grip slips knowing what it means
Words so deafening only silence can bear them
when the strong have no defiance left to live
in the soundless silence already condemning
the living who can't endure it again
In this silence so inaudibly hearable
so cruel so brutal it's sound
the pitch of which is so unbearable
the deaf cry... Turn it down!
Form:
HIS and HERS - limericks
HERS
SWEET MOLLY SHE SET OUT THE BAIT
ORDERED A DRINK FOR THE WAIT
LIFTED HER SKIRT
FANNED SCENTED FLIRT
WHILE WATCHING THEIR EGOS INFLATE
HIS
Young Buster was full of himself
a bruiser devoid of all stealth
he measured his worth
by its length and its girth
had it bronzed and put on a shelf
John G. Lawless
7/17/2015
The empty nest syndrome
Looking up, into the skies, clouds form
an empty nest, it becomes the norm.
I do not desire to know the empty nest syndrome!
Yet must, as my young Bird seldom comes home.
It is a natural process- an inevitable course for life,
yet it is difficult to accept, worrying, living with strife
as one observes, in horror and looks, with fear,
into the eyes of all you gave to, seeing it slowly disappear
into the groping claws of ?, losing what is Dear,
to the insanity of this insane, as he takes hold
of your beloved, young Daughters innocence, to mold
her – with empty promises – into the likeness of him,
this punk, pr~ck, as~~ole demented, who’s light is so dim,
shadow cannot be seen, life for my Beauty, is a black hole abyss
from which she may not escape – a good life she will miss –
from this place, this place she sees not nor able to rise above,
thinking she feels ?, believing his feelings are love,
this sh~t he lays on her – this sick demented f~ck
who uses, abuses, plays her, drags her into the muck
because he can, because of her naiveté, her obsession,
her insecurities, her innocent beauty, her depression.
In his life time - an innocent cute ty, never !, never !,
again to know, as never before, nor after – ever !
It is no wonder, under his thumb, he keeps my Melanie,
trapped by all – his and hers – she unable to set herself free
as he plays his mind games – threats that will not let her be
a woman, on her own – in the right hands - that I might see
come to maturity in all her beauty – not to be – to high the fee !
B. J. “A ” 2
October 2nd 2004
on Earth’s circumvallate
he would be laid,
lifeless upon the lap
of his Mother
and on that day would be named
now and forevermore,
God’s Gether… for in that day
are all tears gathered
look at them, and fear
the things to come, think
ever deeper now, and greet
this mourning, hear nature asking
where, oh where, is he, who
as our companion, travelled(3)
all space-time freed of human form
and feminine traits, and he
self-named his essence, I-EAGLE-TWO…
in memory of his father
mystery of womb, wind, sky, and
slaughter; held in that “eye” of awe
as the sunflower’ diurnal motion
laying openly upon the roof
of this world, ever watching down
calling gently to those “friends”
and his enemies, laughing hauntingly
at the latter’ lathering fear filled sweats
as this “(????????)”,
have you yet guessed this guest?
at day’s dusk, and then again
by dawn’s redeeming draw
his reach is long, and into and through
your minds he roams, teasing your thoughts
twisting your faux beliefs
as does Loki shift from witch to fly
and consumes your roasted heart
he, is that warrior’ bathed
master of that “Fifth Discipline”
“fostering aspiration” in the minds that seek
developing “reflective conversation”
between the strong and meek
and through a universal rapport
promotes “understanding complexity”
“Systems thinking”
this is his drinking water’ brine
at his stand beyond,
as “Keeper of the Western Gate”,
within this universal bourse,
upon those “circles of causality”
he lends his hand to those who can
to those who cannot, his whist
he scends upon their brows,
and boy! is it ever steamy!
beaming out similes and hyperboles
and itchy knees to his and hers,
theirs and those, whose noses know
the profound truth is fast approaching
critically fast, that blue
heated mass of spiritual essence
that was promised to all of earth’s children
that this “center” of the sun will come
returning “hell” to earth to render
those who earned their promised whipping
for tipping life in their favor
so, do look towards your sun,
focus in upon that inner aye
and glimpse your own future’s butcher
and do fear what was foretold to be…
Somebody recently asked me
"how are you?"
GOOD question:
I don't have a satisfactory short answer.
I think I am ok
Its a strange thing,(this elephant in the room)
my past is never really far enough away;
a bit like leaves in the autumn wind,
it settles
till the next gust comes along.
Should I just lie,?
and say ok thanks ?,
I am caught-up
between the two worlds of his and hers
what support structure that is available in the UK,
you must find for yourself
takes years to get help and advice
from official sources
till then, you are left to swim,
against the tide,on your own.
Only the strongest survive.
Elizabeth alexander 18/1/2016
Ultimate Unrequitedness
________________________________________
Before we met in the flesh
We waltzed with words on a website for dating,
A mating dance for a modern world
We clicked online and off
Profiles made for blending
Amending our previous life errors
For two forty-something's
Fortunate to find old fashioned love
Above anything they'd experienced 'til now
We found common ground
In our un-common past
At last, for two, the one.
Optimistic for our coupling
A future uncertain yet sure
His and hers' mature gift.
She died on a Thursday
Slain by an off springs hand, who emptied
The sand of her life's timer.
Our non-existent plans shattered
By a sick boys' mind
Find it hard to blame the illness, not the child.
What becomes of loves' chemistry
when one element is no more,
Torn from the noble bond.
Surviving this trauma
Does the partner left as one
Become the ultimate unrequited lover.
Dwelling on the promise
Unfulfilled, of a future
Sure to have contained joy at last.
No, the love between two
Lives in the stolen moment
Remembered in peace.
The catalyst of two faces, his and hers,
bookends with pleasure dais in between.
Faithfully compacted on canvas, concurs,
never turning ones back, remains clean.
Sharp brush of Chagall, floats lovers.
Their passion, a cloud in lala land, hovers.
Circus performer on ochre horse forbids
openness and honesty of their lofty eyelids.
Marc’s pallet red and black succinctly
paints an inseparable couple, for better;
worse, flower-veins glory and pain distinctly
shady, married-hair worn romantic with fetters.
Poet decides his circus lacks an idyllic affinity .
With pain, questions whether to smoke or abstain.
A satisfied artist, elongates his masculinity —
triad of instruments, hard lines against grain.
11/25/2020
I feel disconnected from reality, she's to blame
She enchanted me; I was diagnosed with feelings that will never fade
Love was the prescription that carried a lot of weight
I surprise my peers and myself with my use of words, hold on..........just wait
Apologies for coming too strong, my heart has its own pace
Loving you is a start, so I wish we could simultaneously finish this race
A noble lady that sees humor in my awkward verbal abilities
Pure purification in her selection of words, that's just one of her qualities
Skin my hands should rest on but forced to travel due to silkiness
Lips inviting mine for an intimate conversation, language of smoothness
I feel disconnected from my world into hers
My mind is penetrating the future, already buying into "his and hers"
I am your love transplant should you ever need one
I don't need any other; I have found the "one"
College daze and younger days with my girl who brings me a luxury of comfort and she goes good with anything like Adidas slides
Three stripes like the three rings, two promises leading up to the real thing
You, Lo, and me, our forever family, do the best things come in threes?
Adidas slides with the Nike shorts because we don’t care about what they have to say
His and Hers setting relationship goals our love feels unfair
Too good to be true every time you say I love you
We have a different type of vibe and I am always down to ride as long as it’s you I am dying for
I know I am selfish too much and get on your nerves more often than I should so please don’t hate me
Because life is a trip and sometimes feels like a slip, and slide because it’s hard to get a grip when life is overwhelming you
So, I’ll just keep looking at you because even when we fight something you do calms me down like my headphones are in, walking down the street, and you know what is on my feet
Are you walking next to me…?
Let’s go to the movies and not dress up this time
p.s. just our love, shorts, leggings, t-shirt, shades, and Adidas slides…
No talk, no walk,
No laws, no clause,
That's her way of dreaming.
Just the silence between the journey,
The peace connecting two broken pieces of heart,
Was the making of the bro sis art.
Their relationship was an art,
Not just his and hers, but even those who aren't related by blood.
He lauded her through all the thick and thin,
He gained her trust more than kith and kin.
To her, unique was his taste
Though he had his own shi*ty fate.
Neither more nor less does she know about,
For he was a mystery man,
She wanted him, though he didn't belong to her clan.
He wanted her..but the art wasn't supposed to last.
A rumour, a slap, a betrayal and their dreams got crashed.
She shove him, he was sensitive, and her agony had no limit.
He was a close brother, who she lost out of suicide,
In his last days, she couldn't be by his side.
Regret's a b*tch , she's bearing it to this date,
Coz he opened her life's most fearful gate
Those Saturdays, those bunks to drop by the complex,
And the magazines, those weekly tarot, that never gave a glimpse of their darker days.
His alter ego turned him a villian, snatching their hay days,
Ceasing all dreams that didn't get its wings,
And it wasn't just his life, she had also seen the worst.
Now look what she's upto, stuck up in a med school,
No him, no wings, and she ain't enough cool.
Diving in the ocean all alone, for the big sharks to eat her up.
It's a tale, with a broken tail, applauding for the pain she felt.
It was just a honky-tonk in a Texas border town.
She was sittin' all alone and had that whiskey frown.
I walked over in my shiny boots said,"Can I sit down?"
She said," You ain't my type, but I could use another round."
They were playin' a slow one, but she didn't want to dance.
I said,"Tell me the story about your bad romance."
She said, "It's always you cowboys, I never have a chance.
I'm a sucker for blue eyes and those denim cowboy pants."
She's leavin' this old border town with the sun tomorrow.
Had her fill of broken hearts and days that fill with sorrow.
She's leavin' this old border town with the sun tomorrow.
She'll get the money somewhere - she'll beg, steal, or borrow.
I said, "I'm sorry 'bout cowboys and your romantic woes,
But I sell insurance and I'm sure not one of those.
I'm from Texas and I'm comfortable in Western clothes,
And the boots just seem to fit me from the heel to the toes."
We talked awhile until I mentioned gems and furs.
Then we talked of motels with the towels that say "His" and "Hers".
I walked her to my pickup with lots of "Thank you, sir's"...
I forgot to clean my truck and she sat down on my spurs.
She's leavin' this old border town with the sun tomorrow.
Had her fill of broken hearts and days that fill with sorrow.
She's leavin' this old border town with the sun tomorrow.
She'll get the money somewhere - she'll beg, steal, or borrow.
4/8/2017
Sitting aneath her shades tree opening up a pearls box...
Glancing about afore pulling out, his and hers mix as match
Velvet dolls dressed in colours of cream; rainbow swirling dreams
Genavieve, standing tall aside the stream, holding high her torch unto
Merriments magical and majestical, love borne sky; tiny red stars blue ties
Perfumed white strings she sings while from these palms they sway; Beautiful..
Joining their choir a melody today; her eyes aglow bathed of bright, sparkling light.
Form:
*Image of Avengers: Infinity War Quotes That Will Make You Think Differently by Society19 UK.
It Happens
It sucks...
when your owie
remains disregarded
because your adhesive band-aid
decides to stuck itself
obstinately
mid tries,
It sucks...
when the lights to
your preferred restaurant
flicker's off when you all arrive
and its sign says open
daily twenty
three hours,
It sucks...
when our autos
license plates custom-made
said, "HIS" and "HERS" and after our
divorce, she then changed it
so now it reads,
"WAS HIS",
It sucks...
when I go to
the zoo to throw peanuts
to the elephants to feed them
but because of my size
they throw peanuts
at me,
It sucks...
when I was at
the airport to buy a
plane ticket for a noontime flight
she says, "Is that twelve noon?"
I said, "No, it's...
two noon?!?!?"
Ugh!
*Heptastich, a poem in 7 lines, syllabic, 2-4-6-8-6-4-2
2020 August 15
We finish each other’s sentences
And laugh at his and hers silly jokes
We anticipate one another’s needs
Taking for granted that it’s just so
I try to act surprised
When you throw out of the blue
Now and then throughout the day
Those sweet little I love you’s
We can keep no secrets
From each other
Above it all
We’re best of friends
You scratch my back
And I scratch yours
I love you so
And you love me
At the end of the day
There’s nowhere
We’d rather be
Than by each other’s side
Always it amazes me
How you can be more
Lovingly predictable
Than the sun above
A hug a nibble
A kiss goodnight
I’ll miss you and
See you in the morning
Read on air by invitation ~ May 5, 2021 'WORDS & MUSIC'
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
Originally posted on December 1, 2019