Best Twice As Nice Poems
"The softness of the summer day like an ermine paw."- Anais Nin
Soft is a tissue or a cotton ball.
Soft was my old teddy bear I recall.
Soft are some foods like oatmeal and rice.
But soft crème brûlée could be twice as nice.
Soft is the butter spread on soft bread,
and soft is the pillow where I lay my head.
Soft are those fabrics so nice on my skin
like the blue velvet gown I like to dress in.
Soft is chinchilla, chenille, and mink.
Soft are the wool clothes I hope not to shrink.
Soft is my favorite pair of silk panties
and soft are those pink and blue cotton candies.
Soft are the lotions smoothed onto my face
and blankets which on winter nights I embrace.
Soft on my tongue are flakes of new snow,
and soft are spring's breezes that most gently blow.
Soft are the petals of flowers so pretty.
Soft is the fur of my precious small kitty.
Soft is a baby's cute pudgy cheeks,
and soft are the words that a kind person speaks.
Soft are the feathers of a white dove.
Soft is the smile of the one that I love.
Soft is his hair and his dark eyes so sweet
and soft are his kisses whenever we meet.
Ambling thro' the museum today an object caught my eye,
Inviting me to pause and reminisce about a time gone by.
'Twas an old oaken icebox standing there on display.
That ancient relic served as the family refrigerator in its day.
I recollected that we had one like it when I was a tyke,
Growing up on the Hoosier farm on fabled Farmer's Pike.
It cooled the milk and cream and butter that Mom made,
To spread on fresh-baked bread with a tad of marmalade!
What a refreshing sight on a sweltering summer's day,
To see the iceman's truck slowly meandering our way,
Along Farmer's Pike, crystal-clear ice stacked on the truck,
And anticipating a sliver of ice to chomp on and suck!
Mom put a card in the window to show the amount of ice required.
The iceman took note of this and delivered the ice desired.
He'd carry a hundred-pound block of ice on his burly back,
As nonchalantly as if toting feathers in a gunny sack!
Iceboxes served their purpose and in museums they now repose.
Once in awhile you'll find them at flea-markets and antique shows.
Fancy refrigerators now cool the grub and make the ice.
The iceman's logo I yet recall, "Iceman's Ice Is Twice As Nice!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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New York's the talk of the town.
New York, New York.
When you're passing through,
you get a scenic veiw.
Of the Statue Of Liberty.
New York's celebrity host.
They're the talk of the town.
Manhattan's day, a queens souffle.
A trip through Long Island.
Hudson Bay along the way.
New York, New York.
If you say this twice.
It's twice as nice.
New York, New York..
New York's the talk of the town.
New York, New York.
They say it's great.
The Empire State,
and the Statue Of Liberty.
Don't turn around.
We're onward bound.
On a trip through Long Island.
Hudson Bay along the way.
New York, New York.
If you say this twice.
It's twice as nice.
New York, New York.
New York's the talk of the town.
New York, New York.
Take a pleasure cruise.
Then read the news,
and watch a football game.
Manhattan's day, a queens souffle.
A trip through Long Island.
Hudson Bay along the way.
New York, New York.
So, if you say this twice.
It's twice as nice.
New York, New York.
New York's the talk of the town.
New York, New York..
Poetry-New York-By Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 1980,2014..ALL rights reserved.
It’s very tricky giving gifts
‘Cause it can be a waste
If what you’ve chosen doesn’t jibe
With the receiver’s taste.
The hours you spend searching
For what they will love, you hope,
Often ends with shallow smiles
And the verdict clearly – nope!
‘Cause the vibe was off, the size was wrong,
The color or the style
Missed the mark that you were aiming for,
By possibly a mile.
For those folks who hate to risk it,
Well, a gift card might suffice,
But a gift that hits the sweet spot
For the giver’s twice as nice.
I used to love the stars in the skies
until I saw the sparkle in your eyes,
my heart once fell for a gentle Dove
until you flew into my world with Love.
You are a timeless tale no tongue can tell,
a priceless pearl no merchant can sell;
your smile is all I need to see
to turn my darkest gloom to glee.
There was a game growing in my heart,
my poetry pen became a dart,
I stopped hunting the day I found you,
a treasure you are, timeless and true.
You are a queen made for a king,
a song too sweet for me to sing.
Oh how could I this bloom deny,
my heart is yours, my butterfly.
I wish upon the brightest star
that soon you will engulf my scar,
and in cold nights within your arms
my soul shall kiss your changeless charm.
The heat of love betides at noon,
the glow of life springs from the moon;
both night and day, you soothe my soul,
no doubt you are my golden goal.
No rose can beat your rare radiance,
artists cannot fake your ambiance;
loving you makes life twice as nice,
you are to me a special spice.
If Love indeed is but a sacred stream,
O let me drown in the depth of bliss;
wake me up not from my dearest dream,
leave me in the awe of this mystical kiss.
Take me back to the shores of memories
where the waves of love wet our soul;
let the echoes of our fondest fantasies
reverberate like the cheers of a golden goal.
You are a gem with a gladsome mind,
fairer than White rose, so hard to find.
Within your arms blossom light and love,
indeed you are a delightsome dove.
In flaws and faith you are just perfect,
nothing to hide, all things reflect.
Your beauty spans beyond flaked face,
and your charming heart: my purest place.
Though photographs, of course, entice
And guide books give their ratings,
Too many people pay the price
With yes and no debatings.
So let me offer my advice -
If you need a vacation,
Though Vegas has the slots and dice,
A better destination
Is Utah, where amazing Bryce
Will leave your senses reeling;
Superlatives will not suffice
To nail what you'll be feeling.
Allow me to be quite concise -
It really is your duty
To visit; Bryce is twice as nice
As any other beauty.
New tenant, new tile,
Got me Christopher
Columbus,
Didn't come to
Harm us
Or else, I tag him
Vincent Price,
Twice as nice in
Dracula Drag.
A message here
For moving blues?
Seems clear: Sail On
Girl, To New World
with flag unfurled
If a star is twice as massive as the sun,
my heart has no cause to roam or run.
I will sojourn in the sparkles of the skies,
staring at the bright light in your eyes.
If love is truly as timeless as light and life,
I will woo the world to make you my wife.
We shall fly without wings to the heights
of purest passion all day and night.
If tomorrow will never come,
we will use today as ransom...
Plunge into the pool of immortality
with me and let us re-invent reality.
If hope is a flower, you are my garden;
a bundle of blessing and not a burden.
If faith is the colour of the Rainbow,
your presence scares away every shadow..
If this is a poem, you are my indellible ink,
the wellspring of words where worries sink.
If friendship is the seed we could gather...
We will in time and eternity be together.
Face
Poem
Lionel Derbyshire
Two face be I
Two eyes I have
Right under brows
For me to browse
Twice as nice
Left and right
AAAH tee schoo
My nose thunders
My lips open and close
Like A door
My teeth is ready to bite
My cheeks go brute
I have a tongue
Which flaps up and down.
Now i m ready
To shout expression
Nano quick
No time to think
What makes
Me so angry
Face you change
For my defence.
Face you make
Two eye's to twinkle
And brows raise
My nose is volcano red
And nostrils are moist
My throat chokes
Lips you want a kiss
Or peace..
Face ..
You want to cry?
Or laugh ha-ha
Face be your best
Flitter your eye's
Glitter is better
Don't hide
Your wide smile
Go wide
Morning shine
Makes cheeks pink
Face oblige
Be nice
Face
wonderfully fabricated ..
When you change
You link a feeling
You make no mistakes
Face
Two face be I ?
Face ..
What really is
Behind you ?
He’s tired of being undercover
He swears he’ll give up his outside lover
He has a good wife
But two is twice as nice
He made a commitment to one
But the other one is so much fun
If he thought his wife had another man
That would be more than he could stand
He’s decided not to rock the boat
Or push the envelope
He’ll be true to his “I do”
And give up his outside lover
Although he enjoyed that extra butter
Acapulco
I’d love to go down to the sea again,
The sea and the Holiday Inn,
Where some of the guests are awfully fat,
And others are awfully thin,
Where the average age is a hundred and four,
Give or take a year or three,
‘Cos another senior citizens’ tour
Has come to see the sea.
I’d love to go down to the sea again,
And lie on the golden sands,
And watch the dark-eyed gigolos,
As they roam around in bands,
I’d love to sit at the Patio Bar
And get ever so slightly pissed
“Have another tequila old boy ?”
“Well, one, if you insist.”
I’d love to go down to the sea again,
Where the con artiste is king
Where it only costs you an arm and a leg
For a genuine silver ring,
I’d love to go down to the sea again,
It’s the only place for me
Where it’s twice as nice
At twice the price,
Acapulco by the sea.
Valentines’ Day is bad to be on your own,
Alone and waiting by the telephone…
Lovers are seen all hanging around
Everywhere romance is to be found;
Nice to have someone to love you,
Twice as nice to give love back true!
In the morning start the day with a kiss,
Next to share breakfast together seems bliss,
Every moment united is fun,
So wonderful if you have someone.
Dogs and cats may comfort the lonely heart,
Adventures and travel fulfill in part,
Yet love is required for Valentines' to start.
It’s better to expect too little
Rather than too much.
When expectations run too high,
They’re often out of touch.
If you assume an outcome,
You may soon be out of joint
When you find that what you’d hoped for
May instead just disappoint.
It could be a meal or movie
Or a date with someone new.
Maybe it’s a Broadway show
Which others gave a good review.
Or perhaps you’ve purchased something
That you think will change your life;
When it turns out you were wrong, that news
May fill your heart with strife.
But if pessimism suits you,
Then please follow my advice.
If your expectation’s wrong
The end result is twice as nice.
Every aspect of life has become political,
A trip to the Doctor can become critical,
because who you are in life never gets left behind,
If folks don't like you, they will treat you unkindly,
They will conveniently forget about the Hippocratic Oath,
and change their white coats for a cloak fron the coven,
slowly misdiagnosing and treating with hidden poisons,
No one is wiser and no one cares, especially if one has money
you will never get sympathizing stares,
They will continue to misdiagnose, overdrug and underdrug,
retribution for not sharing "the spoils",
They won't stop, unless the treated turn into thugs,
They cleverly hope their victims will rot away or have an untimely demise,
actions that are untraceable, makes the risk twice as nice.
Wha Hoo!
My grandmother was a quiet woman.
She was not the kind, to go out often.
A church picnic, and or a family gathering,
All were just fine.
Yet, her calm demure could be disturbed.
Not easily mind you.
It took just the right … event.
A board game.
2 x 2 marbles and dice,
played with friends,
“Is twice as nice.”
She would comb back her lovely hair.
Pin it close in a bun.
Tight!...
as to not get in the way.
Her best blouse, the one with the pockets…
The one I sewed them on. (by hand when I was seven)
Plenty of room for her cigarettes and matches.
Gather together with Papa and two more,
everyone was ready to start the score.
They would play not a little,
but clear into the night.
It was a good time,
Even…when there was a fight.