Best Penelope Poems

Does true love is worth waiting for?
 
Where are you my Odysseus?
For love and eternity I will be yours,
I will love thee for my whole life
Will see no one but you as my true love…
 
My heart will wait for you to come
Even 20 years...

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They weave, they weave
They weep and they weave
Smarting under the persecuting whips -
Verbal, literal or carnal whips
They weep, they weep.

Locust-like they swarm the streets
To reach the factories before the sun settles well
In its diurnal rounds.
There are no circumstances unavoidable
Reach they must the gates at the...

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Oh my sweet and beautiful Penelope
Oh how beautiful you are, and when I see you come down
to the pearl gates of immortality and come down to see me,
as we join hands and walk the shorelines
I see you my beautiful Penelope, she you who walks through...

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“The Penelope Squad”



A line of bluebirds 
tittering on a line
swaying on the winds
like comedian pageboys 
having a good time
poop in the peg bucket
words wooden and sharp
fly off with frosty notes
dirt and sherry stains
imprinted on 
Penelope’s clean sheets
a bunch of girl’s blouses
touching up waiving skirts

The Kingfisher
ruffles...

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Penelope Alecknavage nee perskin whose death aye assay
to comprehend, this son of the late Harriet Harris - 
   November thirteenth 2016 marked her eighty first birthday
if she still lived these last eleven years - instead met crossway
where grim reaper awaited - though my...

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Age with grace, sweet Penelope,
For in your age lies my youth;
Change with time,—but slowly still,—
And in your transitions drown my years.
The queen of my throne you truly are,
And with you I could ever be king;
Ten years with you at a stretch of time,
Are to me...

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Pepe Le Pew
Quest for love he would always pursue
But his over enthusiastic romantic way
Is rejected by a skunk look alike who keeps running away.


Penelope Pussycat
Smothered in kisses and squeezes she would always combat
A black cat with an accidental painted white stripe 
Penelope knew she wasn't...

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Far away from these antique moors,
     I hear your voice call for my soul
and carry me to Ithaca's doors!
     Can echoes from you divinely toll,
commanding me onto bright shores
     like sacred gods that...

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I think with my atlatl,
My love; for I see thee 
Within my psychic attic, 
My love; for my heart 
Has become an abstraction—

A Shakespearean metaphor—
I am infatuated, my love:
I feel so delicate, my love.  
My wanton for thee is more 
Flamboyant than Baroque—
As sacred...

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Part 3 of ? in an unfolding Denizens series

Spring came; Penelope left with a company,
bodyguard, chambermaid, there at her side.
Ten days of travel now lay there before them:
the passage maintained well, the way open, wide. 

For six days, the journey was most uneventful.
Then the air thickened,...

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Upon idolized lips I gander
Such flesh quite pleasurably divine
Within their hymns I seek to pander
Upon idolized lips I gander
Brandishing lustful hints of banter
An appetite dawns for your design
Upon idolized lips I gander
Such flesh quite pleasurably divine...

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Penelope had a defiant high chest
Was it real? Many wanted to test.
She ignored men.
Outstudied them.
Became editor of Science Digest....

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The dark woods bid a fleeting trail,
Penelope Rose has cast her spell.
I find a cave’s open door,
no one’s ever been in here before.

Only a drip of water, I can hear,
mere imagination that causes me fear.
 Some men are cowards, I suppose,
but strong is my love...

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Poor Peter got married without a dime
  For cash for stocks for bonds he had no time
    Now what kind of wife
    Would live such a life
  Penelope writes poetry 'fool-time'...

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Teenage acne scarring
put an end
to your sojourn
your eyes as beautiful as dawn
glacial cheekbones
the shifting sands
of frozen time relieved
to the demure of wisdom
now realised...

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