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Song of Solomon: Queen of My Heart
Covered bridge sheltering frothy lagoon
Woven tapestry gilding each silted dune
Garnished threads over polished diadem doth croon
Fabricated ensemble breaching pristine medley, emitting swaggering tune 
A treasured grove; each branch artfully hewn
A regal polish smoothly layered on a well-crafted spoon
   
Scented laces nestling in furrowed moon
Binding corset ballasting each...

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Categories: paps, fantasy, girlfriend-boyfriend,
Form: Rhyme
Fawning Meadow
Nature's, anesthetizing beauty held 
tightly in escrow
'Til on tendered form its heavenly 
charm can bestow

Fair maiden strides through 
manicured meadow
In her lovely essence, the enchanted 
flora doth wallow

Overhead, azure canvas paints a 
regal halo
Her satin cheeks radiant in Helios's 
afterglow

Beneath, green clover spreads its 
downy...

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Categories: paps, beauty,
Form: Couplet
Premium Member Rugby Scrum Dance For Divorced and Disabused Wedding Guests
Rugby SCRUM* DANCE for Divorced and Dis-abused Wedding Guests

(Packs made up of eight « players » (see note below) may be formed indifferently : either segregate the sexes or mix them up. No sweat ! Only keep children away !)

First Half

Step up
Both parties, now 
Take...

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© T Wignesan  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: paps, dance,
Form: Free verse

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry



Premium Member Unquotable Quotes: Dancers - Xxiii
Unquotabe quotes: Dancers - XXIII

Dance like Cassius Clay, Sting like Muhammad Ali.
The dancing Dervish’s ethereal trip makes the Sufi’s Qawwali breathlessness sound like the radio-astral waves dashing on the beaches of their consciousness.
The only unlicensed dance free of feet is that of the honeysuckle moth’s...

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© T Wignesan  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: paps, body, dance, joy, music,
Form: Epigram
Because Im the Man
I'm the Man
my teeth are yellow
try not to bellow
My hair is nasty
I'm a little sassy
i think i'm trapped 
oops i just crapped
I love your mom
his name is tom
i love your sis
his name is chris
I like touching my legs
and eating scrambled eggs
i like taking naps
but i...

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© Trash Boat  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: paps, butterfly, children, cute love,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member The Night Soil Man - Part One
              The Night Soil Man

			I

		Nothing sticks to-get-her like turds
                       ...

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© T Wignesan  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: paps, abuse, discrimination, night, racism,
Form: Free verse



Probability Analysis

O Magog,
from the sterile land of Gog,
thou rejoicest over how thy biological idol father
hast devilishly embraced thee

Spiritual mathematics 
offer free radical theorems
of probability analysis

Doth thy Gentile nuclear goggles
allow thee to see
the virtual microbe mushrooming variables
in a decaying half-life reality?

O bastard son
of a thousand fathers
Raised on...

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Categories: paps, judgement, spiritual, truth, wisdom,
Form: Dramatic Verse
Poem Xiii - Dear Daddy
Dear Daddy. You've been gone for so long I can't even tell when Father's Day 
is. The last time I could remember running to wake you up was in Grade 4. I'm 
in Matric now, 8 years since you've done that and 7 since you've...

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Categories: paps, care, emotions, love,
Form: Free verse
Little Hands and Little Feet
Little hands and little

I feel you growing within me
When you are here
My hands will nurture you
My paps will nourish
Love is what you will never lack
My darling fruit love 
I have had to wait for you for so long

Suddenly, you were gone
Not even a chance to...

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Categories: paps, baby, bereavement, child, heartbroken,
Form: Free verse
Femme Fatale
Refined dame with polished frame
Strewing rose petals from lofty pedestal
Sparkling eyes from which stardust flies
Bright smile spindling on embroidered dial
Pallid face shrouded with humble grace
High cheek bones with sculptor's chisel honed
Coiffed strands of hair so De Rigueur
Elegant neck sharing femininity with regal dignity
Voluptuous bosom with...

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Categories: paps, passion
Form: Enclosed Rhyme
Feminine Beauty Flowering
Iris blue eyes that bright, azure beams strow
Lilly white neck with a radiant, translucent glow
Rosy cheeks blanching cotton swabs of milky snow
Viola black hair coiffed; silky strands strung in a tidy row
Magnolia-crescented bosom with a soft, silty furrow
Camellia-shaped paps that with sweet nectar flow
Butterfly Orchid...

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Categories: paps, love, people
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member K167 and K168 of Canto Xvii of the Thiruk-Kural With Translations and Commentary
K167 and K168 of CANTO XVII of the THIRUK-KURAL with Translations and Commentary

[Here, again, in these two couplets Thiru-Valluvar is having the time of his life making his followers dread the consequences of what he certainly considers the worst of all sins: ENVY.
He has therefore...

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Categories: paps, bible, humor, jealousy, mentor,
Form: Epigram
Snappy Pappy and Super Twerp
It's with the grin of Cheshire
I roll out tongues of glee
and tell the tale of Super Twerp
the Maine Coon wannabe
He is the kind of cat who smiles
at every bag of treats
and growls like baby thunder
when another cat he meets
His owner is Snappy Pappy
who is similar...

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Categories: paps, animals, happiness, life, people,
Form: Rhyme
Living In Juliet's Shadow
The fleeting moments could never distill your eternal essence, yet thy shadow lingers to caress the lofty words 
inscribed on doled heart. Time was abridged by thy unappreciable presence. With an incalculable prescience 
thou did sculpt out brighter tomorrows. Thy searching eyes from lofty heights still...

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Categories: paps, love
Form: Prose Poetry
My Love Lies Bleeding (Part I)
My love lies bleeding among the meadowbeauties, purple, 
entangled by hairy caltrop around her delicate feet and ankles. Climbing upward, 
its thistled fruit prick my fingers and palms; as I unsnarl the dodder from her full 
lips, its stems strengthen around her sultry paps and...

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Categories: paps, death, devotion, hope, life,
Form: Epic

Book: Reflection on the Important Things