You're raw and real,
Only one for which I feel,
You're my ideal.
I hope he leaves you eternal, as I have too.
Perhaps long after my chest has calmed,
they will speak these words of you.
Though, words are too heavy to bear,
so these words of mine, they’re through.
I wish you a life of blissful joy.
May you never regret, the past set in stone,
for we the weak, fragile and bone,
may never fix, that which is gone.
May I slowly drown, in your ocean of memory,
so that I fade in darkness and you shine, so heavenly.
May you prosper, grow old and embrace peace of mind.
May you be loved, as if loving you is divine.
May you be happy.
Under the mistletoe
With a kindling smile
Reflect by the candle halo
Her flirtatious attitude
Solo dancing the tango
Enticing to come over
Then going on her tiptoe
Letting her hunger go
Moving to the backside
The motion of the tide
From the garnet chalice
The freshness, the sweetness
The cleanness, the softness
Leaving the world breathless
The gentle sea breeze
Doing as she please
Hands moving down the thigh
The original scent is high
Garb sliding to the knees
Off by the flick of the toe
Taking it slow
Moving as a guide, her eyes are wide
Putting inside and starting the ride
Ultra-efficiency liquid
Beatitude, pulchritude so vivid
Bona fide, the ride of the tide
Happily, blissful angel
Oh, by the way, this is a commercial
Updated 5/14/2019
Illegal and Not Bona Fide
If answers are illegal and not bona fide
An MMPI scale said that you have lied
Or to commit suicide may or do desire
And indicates why you want to expire.
Abnormalities Trump has a long list
Determined by a known psychiatrist
And have also heard some people said
That he may want his mind to be read.
If Trump was up against wall or fence
Out of problems not make much sense
While world was having another disaster
His abnormal behavior might be his master.
Why take a chance and experience go for
Hillary has it along with education galore
We know she is brilliant and intelligent
Gave Miller Analogy Test with her consent.
She is normal battery of tests did determine
And not insane like Hitler who was a German
Results were in that for we all had waited
Being brain and success was highly correlated.
James Serious Mysterious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Dry Your Eyes, Bona-Fide Floods Are Not Dry
Roots dig deep, the virtue of truth grows roots
Nights of wantonness; praying thru the night
Fruits of my labors, deeds inside my fruit
Light make it bright; my soul's abundant light
Dreams are my needs, where are my promised dreams?
Creation lost life; where is creation?
Seems like life has no words; no love it seems
Nations can't see my hopes for the nations
Soul of the nations; where are the lost soul?
Fire, the great divide, walked thru the fire
Scrolls of my soul; why did you hide my scrolls?
Aspire ambitious love; plan to aspire
Why life is, what it is; did pride say why?
Dry your eyes, bona-fide floods are not dry.
© 2015 DiLinda A. Adams, All Rights Reserved.
Eighth Shadow Sonnet Challenge! – Please join me. Poems should rhyme, and have an 10 syllable count and 14 lines to meet the challenge. However, if you just want to be creative please do so.
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He always loved the roller coaster, the Triple Loop
Rode it seventy times and never puked
Hands in the air going down hills
He never tired of upside down thrills
He was a vet of the roller coaster
Not a newbie, or rookie, but a bona fide boaster
So proud he was, so sure of the ride
That he paid no attention to the signs on the side -
The ones that tell you to never stand up -
Well he did, and paid the price soon enough
He was decapitated within a second or two
His head flew like a ball, into the blue!
Screams of fun turned to screams of terror
As everyone realized the rider’s grave error
Blood spattered shirts, hair, and faces
Came in with his body, slumped in its place
The M.E. called it, “accidental suicide” -
Citing it as the ride of his life
And unfortunately, the ride of his death
But at least he died happy, shouting “Wheeee”, with his last breath
11/27/11
for "die a fun death" contest
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