Best Lady Poems

My lady is the wind’s soft sigh through fields of marigolds in June,
A beach night stroll beneath the moon, a cloudless sky, a butterfly.
She waltzes to a rhapsody and lifts her voice soulfully.
My lady is. . .

A splendid sunset in July as two soared high...

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I had seen her before in the spring and summer
The homeless lady sitting on the church steps
She would ask for help from people going into the church
She mostly was given spare change and occasionally a dollar or two
No matter how small the amount given, she...

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I was a zealous fashion designer, whose elegant styles were ever in vogue,
Like the rainbow time of cool, damp evening, that elegant colors go rogue.

Lost in my work, I took it seriously, for creating something lovely is an art,
And worldly people respond the best, to...

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"bag of bones"


I wonder if when you look at me
You can't bring yourself to like    the  vanity
Lost  somewhere  inside - 
I wonder if beauty lives..... in you???

Poor old lady; 
-perhaps you should not pass judgment 
For one day
I might...

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It’s siesta, yet one can hear from the second floor of the house the animated sharing of juicy news some visitors have brought to the gracious host, the lovely widow of a wealthy sugar planter.  The sound of laughter is carried over the charming...

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One pitch black night I was driving home and was ready for my bed
My usual route was closed for repairs so I took the minor road instead
I was just approaching the old derelict mill that was over to my right
When out of nowhere a lady...

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Oh lovely lady of the poetic stream
Such beautiful verses we have seen
Your flowers more vibrant than heavens tone
Your mountains more majestic than ever known 

Your pen full ways are filled with grace
As you take us to a wondrous place
When you dip inside your wishing well
We...

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The cat rules our house, and she has us well trained:
We jump at the sound of her slightest complaint.
The day starts at six when I hear her loud cry,
Her pitiful wailing. I run to find why.
Queen passive-aggressive, she sits there and stares
Until I feel guilty....

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Sleep my lovely baby/PD/lady
Although I am so far away
Listen to the sweet song I sing
Feel in your heart I’m not leaving

Soft wind cuddles you in my arms of love
My warm embrace never makes you sad
Before you close your diamond eyes
Make a wish I am with...

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Can You P an AI Robot Off – Bot meets feisty lady
 
The great AI debate video – A humorous parody on AI and AI Robots versus humans. 
Watch to the end for the final outcome.

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On my walk around the green meadow
in the sun splattered mesmeric mornings,
I used to see an old lady of the neighborhood,
sitting straight like a lone statue of cold stone 
on the road-side bench I always crossed.
The golden stream of surging sunbeam
cascaded down the engraved web...

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She rides the air on moonlit beams
 and softly whispers in my dreams.
An angel born of righteous light,
 who traded heaven for the dark of night.

She weaves a web of delicate lies
 and cast her spell with deep dark eyes.
Her lips are full and ripe...

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Her heartbeat echoes like a love moan in my mind,
summoning centuries of refined romanticism soulfully enshrined,
the contralto of her voice a fillatio upon the cock of my consciousness,
through her eyes I see that mystery is the Mistress of meaning beyond regress,
my manly mouth serenades &...

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Lady Luck ~ (the Nonet) 



Tears, shadows that swallow other tears
united and out of control
eyes decompose like soft coal
water, in swimming hole
everglade pistol 
celestial toll
river pole 
dead soul
pain

~~~~~

All
over
again, pause
deep darken jaws
engraved, digging claws
deteriorating flaws 
still alive, eating what was
waste, rain, disabling because
nature lingers, emotional raw


by;~~~

Nonet,...

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They enter the strip
joint like the last 
flurrie of flakes.

She hears the music,
hears the voice of the 
D.J. Wind, enters on cue.

Her cold poles await her 
as she moves to the beat.
One south, one north.
She works them both.

They call her Storm
she is the feature act.
Drawing her minions
in for months...

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