a blue eyed beauty
confident in his striping
not so cuddly
I thought I had finally found my bride
Gorgeous figure, long blonde hair and blue-eyed
Her looks, mesmerizing
Her voice, tantalizing
Swore she sewed, cleaned and cooked ~ pity she’d lied
Blue-eyed baby.
Eyes as blue as the ocean.
Hair as blonde as the sand at the shore.
Blue-eyed baby, how you’ve changed my world.
Blue-eyed boy, how you’ve grown.
How I love you more than all the shells in the sea.
Shine, my beautiful blue-eyed boy, may you brighten the day of everyone you meet as you have brightened my whole world.
My blue-eyed boy.
But Cuba does not have blue-eyed men, they have brown.
Well he is lively and fun a drummer who knows how to get down.
Are you sure he is from Cuba? Oh, yes, and he just came to town.
I went to watch him on the bongos, wearing my favorite purple gown.
You have such a sparkle, a pizzazz, and a lovely sound!
He appreciated me. Said “Guess I’ll see you around.”
Such a gentleman in this town is rarely found.
And believe it or not, his band had a terrific sound!
Sweet eyes
always blue
heavenly gaze
tender eyes
that convey kindness
and transport fortress
who looks at them...
Wonderful eyes
that soften my
distress and
offers me powerfully
all love !
Even in a candlelit room
Your blue eyes had such radiance
They hold secrets, stories, security
I gently touched your face
Your breathing became deeper
But your eyes never left mine
Even when our hearts
belonged to others
Our energy never faded
We always come back
But this time
We went further under the sheets
Our legs intertwined
Your head
leaning against mine
I whispered
“Let me trace
Every scar
Every birthmark
Every tattoo
To erase
All the lovers
Who have made you wounded
For I want to be the one
Who causes you goosebumps
At the sound of my voice
I want you
to only remember
The taste of my lips
And the touch
of my tongue
As it glides down your chest
I want your muscles
to stiffen
At the thought
Of my nails
leaving their mark
On your back
I want
your heart
As it is
Jealous
Unsettled
Afraid
Let me shelter it
Until you change
your mind
Or for at least tonight
Until the candles
burn out
And I can no longer
See your blue eyes”
There is nothing more beautiful than a pretty little blue-eyed girl.
With there pretty little dark lashes that form a perfect curl.
And their rosy red cheeks that compliment their smile.
When you see a blue-eyed girl, you would want to stay with them a while.
Blue-eyed girls are also pretty mean at times.
But in the end, they will always be your dime.
Everyone should have their very own blue-eyed girl.
Those against them, make me want to hurl.
Blue-eyed girls are lovable and gorgeous women.
They are always a twenty out of ten.
Holy terror was the blue eyed queen
Everyone said she was totally mean
Fully terrified
From her he would hide
Luke, her manservant, who was seldom seen.
Come over here, she told him one day.
He was hiding in shadows far away.
Are you my Luke?
You little kook!
Come to my chambers. I want to play.
Luke was shivering and shaking now.
Feeling she would slaughter him like a cow.
She had another plan.
Called him her big man.
Let’s just say his delight was a giant wow!
Sarah is a baby doll, a princess, a beauty.
Grandmas have to say this; it is their duty.
Not prettier than mine, I venture to guess.
My grandchildren are gorgeous, then the test.
Her blue eyes were magnificent; Sarah was a doll.
She is fantastic, this baby! A princess after all.
You have got to see her, so, does she live up to her name?
You see, Sarah and princess mean exactly the same.
Oh, my yes, she does, I told her waiting grandmother.
She is a regal majestic daughter, prettier even than her mother.
Written April 23, 2020
Contest: Sarah Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Julia Ward
Princess Farenhi had met her match with the blue-eyed king.
He arrived in her dreams as courageous as a lion.
He actually wore one’s face, and his voice was a sing.
She woke up the first time, spun out, and cry’n.
He was but one of the guardians of Princess Farenhi’s heart.
He brought with him thunder and clouds and a warning.
The others held back, but they were not far apart.
They all entered her dreams, closer near to morning.
Princess Farenhi had always felt kinship with animals too.
Except not so much lions, tigers, or bears, oh, my!
But the lion’s eyes were so azure, the deepest, kindest blue.
She listened to his words of wisdom, recognizing his sigh.
He had the royalness of a king who expected to be heard.
He gave her art, poetry, and wise things galore.
She wrote down his wisdom, sometimes the last word.
Her dreams were lessons, ideas, ideals, and more.
I'm Just A Beautiful Happy Blue Eyed Baby Girl
"I'm so beautiful...
also wonderfully made
blue eyed girl, lovely,
hands folded, happy
smiling from chin to chin just...
so very happy
,
blue eyed baby girl
mama's pearl daddy's lit/girl
so very happy"
#C
12/17/18
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
Baby Face What's You Thinkin
Blue eyed.
No!
Yes.
Are you sure?
Yes!
Not from the U.S.
No
Not from Canada.
Or England.
I did not say they were, did I?
Where are they from?
Siam.
Siam! Where is Siam?
I think it’s a planet with cats that have blue eyes.
Maybe under the sea or in the sky or something.
They call themselves Siamese cats.
I never!
Neither had I.
I know there are heroes like a firefighter,
the police, real life heroic people, a soldier;
but my hero right now is my heart doctor!
It happened quickly- with a knife like a dagger,
plunging into my back, oh I still recall the horror!
I could not breathe and was just clinging to life,
Gasping, I thought I was a goner;
thought- here I come afterlife!
He wore a cap and face mask- I saw blue,
deep blue eyes and he said listen you;
don't be afraid because I will get you through!
Then, to a sweet dreamland I just withdrew,
peace and tranquility were all that I knew!
That day- Dr. MacDreamy saved me,
it could have been my end, my last adieu;
so, this blue eyed doctor is my hero- easy!
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November 22, 2017
Poetry/Rhyme/My Blue Eyed Hero
Copyright Protected, ID 17-1021-380-0
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
Blue eyed baby boy, so special to me.
The first time we met, it was love instantly.
Blue eyed baby boy, who I held close to whisper,
I promise to always love you, and your older sister.
Blue eyed baby boy, who's smile lights up a room.
He laughs a lot, he's happy.
You can't help but fall in love too.
Precious gift from God,
Sweet bundle of joy.
He is my son, my blue eyed baby boy!
I know there are heroes like a firefighter,
the police, real life heroic people, a soldier;
but my hero right now is my heart doctor!
It happened quickly- with a knife like a dagger,
plunging into my back, oh I still recall the horror!
I could not breathe and was just clinging to life,
Gasping, I thought I was a goner;
thought- here I come afterlife!
He wore a cap and face mask- I saw blue,
deep blue eyes and he said listen you;
don't be afraid because I will get you through!
Then, to a sweet dreamland I just withdrew,
peace and tranquility were all that I knew!
That day- Dr. MacDreamy saved me,
it could have been my end, my last adieu;
so, this blue eyed doctor is my hero- easy!
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November 22, 2017
Poetry/Rhyme/My Blue Eyed Hero
Copyright Protected, ID 17-9643-49-0
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Hero
sponsor, Silent One
Second Place
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