Best Sheba Poems
SHEBA NIGHT
my thighs pressed against your skin
shaping curves of evening's sail,
fingers fondling north of lips
to drink entire sea
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((for Michael J. Falotico's "Spicy" Contest))
Quest to
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tokeN way to say
to the Spoken word artist increasing
higher Heart rates
it's my forEver endeavor
crown the Best
with an edgAr allan acrostic valentine apple of the eye test.
Nubian queen
come to your king
your braids
in red, gold and green
may our enemies be scattered
as we pass the desert hours
on this mattress stuffed
with rarest of wild flowers...
Sheba natural mother
bring your skillful talents
your body and hands
only for your king in his tent
you my queen of the moon
skin dark and beautiful as it gleams
queen of the summer
mother of children in my dreams...
I kiss soft skin soft brown fire
biting her anklet chain of gold
goddess in a funereal pyre
I kiss your beautiful feet
Cleopatra, Juliet and Mona Lisa
I kiss your beautiful toes
I kiss them for love and respect...
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Her brown hair shiny in the sun
Her black hair makes her
invisible at night.
Her pitbull face makes you step back
Her piercing red eyes could hypnotize,
Telling you not to screw with her.
Her mission is to protect her master
and his children
All who live in this house-
Do not even think of entering
when the Master is asleep.
You will not make it three steps to the door.
She will chew you up and spit you out
like a hairball.
With no regrets, just satisfaction.
That another day has gone by
and she has accomplished
what she was put here for-
The family of this house
Has not been harmed at all!
The best bodyguard ever.
She be like the Queen of Sheba,
the most beautiful beauty I’ve ever seen.
She walks this world with a majestic gleam,
shining bright as angels beam.
I just want to protect her from all that’s mean,
the men, the pain that she has seen,
making sure it stays a has been.
Make her feel the one and only,
grow old with her so she’s not lonely.
She'll be my best friend while her best friends a girl,
spend my life trying to give her the world.
If she lacks confidence I’ll still believe,
as I sit with her and impart belief,
if she fails I’ve hugs to relieve,
but she’ll always be a winner to me.
I’ll be her joker when she feels down,
and if that doesn’t work I’ll put arms around,
let her know it’s always us two,
not alone whatever life puts her through.
Always support her without a thought,
let her be the one for which I fought,
perfection found in perfect flaws.
You’ll never hear an insult,
if you want me I’m yours,
be together but you’re never her in doors,
if you don’t that’s cool but a kick in the balls,
I know I can be the fool of fools,
with many flaws, to make a few if yours.
I’ll give you a massage when you’re sore,
kiss your neck maybe do some more,
but if you’re tired I’ll let you snore,
a personality that will never bore.
I’ll keep you warm when life gets cold,
separate beds when we’re smelly and old.
And every morning I’ll tell you you’re beautiful,
until you’re fed up with it cus it’s the usual.
And if you’re face was permanently scarred,
I’d still love you, it wouldn’t be hard.
I know it's late, but consider this your valentines card.
Sheba was the prettiest blue cow cartoonville had ever seen.
She was on the cover of Vogue, which proved she was the queen.
Her relatives were thrilled, but her fiance’ did not feel that keen.
Seeing his future bride on a magazine, turned him rather mean.
Maybe it was for the best said the grandma of the blue cow queen.
You may have escaped a terrible life with that pompous bov-een.
The pompous bov-een ended living his life without any queen.
But Sheba the prettiest cow had a delightful life of which she was keen.
barnum would have been proud
bulldogs in too twos
embraces for show
disks and dark booths
raw raws
scaffolding on saxophones
Scotland-yards of curtains
damp mermen
virginia sweet william
and dollar bills in
the greatest broken worth
Rhyming refrain:
SHEBA:
She's a little beauty
she's a little cutie
shiney-eyes are smiling
waggy-tail comes in.
She brightens up my world
and helps my heart uncurl
her ears are a pointing
waggy tail comes in.
If I try to whistle
she will try to sing
so we have a duet
see what it will bring
when
waggy tail comes in.
Elizabeth alexander 23/1/2016
Sheba is my 7 year old german shepheard *****
and brings much joy in my life.
Sheba woke up happily, eager to tear apart her competitor
Not in a mean devouring teeth-out, sharpen her claws way
She would do it as a lioness would, approaching slowly.
Giving her prey a sense of peace and hope
Springing at the perfect time
Before the woman’s defenses were up
Tearing her competitor’s edges into bits.
Eating the woman’s chances at stealing her promotion.
Sheba was a woman whose laugh scared alley people.
It preceded her from every corner of a fish market.
She loved being loud and boisterous, loved attention.
We always had followers when she was about.
That she had long skinny legs and a heart face helped.
Her eyes were cat’s eye green, and she had blonde hair.
“Men date blondes, but they don’t marry them,” Mother said.
Sheba did not know this. By twenty-six she had been married thrice.
She did not have to keep a job long, or at all.
The men she went after wore suits and drove expensive cars.
She demanded they produce their bank statements on the second date.
If they declined, there was not a third date. She was decisive.
She was not great at computers, but she could make a date on one.
She did and often; I imagine she had six or eight dates a week.
It's how she paid her rent, and bought groceries; she liked these things.
She may have made the wrong date.
She disappeared eight months ago.
Or maybe she asked the wrong guy for his bank statement.
Sheba was thrilled with her new tennis bracelet gift.
What a man I have! She told everyone at the party.
He was quite the man.
We saw that as he traveled from woman to woman.
He spoke to all of them except her.
He is prince charming indeed, I thought.
I wanted an engagement ring, she told us.
Maybe next time.
Next time did not happen.
Prince died of a stroke two weeks later.
His daughter called Sheba to ask her to write his obituary.
He is still married to my mother, she told her.
I was sworn to secrecy while he was still alive.
Please spell her name right.
I will text it to you.
Sheba Mabeebah was a playful fawn, and a whimsical doe.
We watched her frolic in the flowers when she was young.
She loved Queen Anne’s lace, wild daisies, and iris the best.
Her name is perfect our friends told us. She is perfect!
We had never rescued a fawn before, but we were glad.
For she gave us delight for many years before she found love.
He was a handsome buck, and they ran off together in March.
Making no apologies or promises. She made a lovely bride!
Gray Ghost Queen is seen streaking 'cross
The back acre. She opens the doors. Sits in
Front seat honking for her master to come.
She accompanies him, a constant companion.
First she sees me off, on the bus to school.
One tragic morning, she's on the inside track.
I felt a thump, got off the bus. Lay on carpet.
As I cried, her master descended the stairs.
He was quietly reasurring - let me stay home.
Roy buried her in the backyard, by the stream.
Sheba the sexiest, severest sensual rabbit in Shellbyville
Walks in a seductive way that has the men all quiet and still.
Their wives are wishing she would swish and sashay out of town.
Watching her work those come-hither hips in her glitzy, beautiful gown.
She is truly the big cheese of femininity, says star-struck Mr. Huck.
Watching her swishes, wishing he was still a healthy young buck.
Sheba parked her cauldron next to the December moon
Her ingredients were safely secured by her velvet pouch
She took out the matches and lit the candles,
A cool breeze lifted her ruffled sleeves
This was the hallow night of the Sabian solstice
Other witches were sequestered in the woods
Together their conjuring should bring the faerie sorcerer
Sheba felt the Celtic energy of her sisters
When she had finished her potion, she heard chanting
It began east, but was now heard on every side of her
Sheba watched the center of the meadow
Knowing their wishes would be fulfilled