A tickling in the nose that likes to tease
is the strange phenomenon - the sneeze,
but sneezes in succession cause unease,
especially accompanying a wheeze.
Think of an ACHOO while on a trapeze,
reaching for two arms - hanging by your knees!
A sneeze has force of 80 miles an hour. Geez!
What viruses escape into the breeze?
So if one day a winter's cold should seize
possession of the chest 'neath your chemise -
when I visit, keep a hanky handy, please.
At least "God bless you" beats cutting the cheese!
A tickling in the nose that likes to tease
is the strange phenomenon - the sneeze,
but sneezes in succession cause unease,
especially accompanying a wheeze.
Just think of someone swung from a trapeze,
reaching for two arms, and assaulted by a sneeze!
At eighty miles an hour when we sneeze (Jeeeez),
viruses escape into the breeze!
So if one day a winter's cold should seize
possession of the chest 'neath your chemise -
when I visit, keep a hanky handy, please,
and I shall say "God bless you," should you sneeze!
I love my temptress
Revisiting my encrypted inscriptions
Fingers running down her spine in hieroglyphics
Azurite chemise hanging off her skin
Aureate lilies floating across her eyes
Releasing tension from her clenches
Bahri belamour
You're fatale, I can handle more
Umber tones the undertones of my paramour
You're narcotic, I can handle more
Sa'ës'ït floramour, my viole d'amour
Belle of night
tossing laced chemise,
carnal acts
thrills now paid ,
In exchange for decent food
clinging to lone choice
Nette Onclaud
Spin A Shadorma
June 3 , 2025
Soft snowflakes falling, winter comes calling,
Wind shakes the pine trees, snowman's time to freeze,
Birdsong's enthralling, cardinal's drawling;
Lamppost lights the way, houses silent stay,
Cold nights, brumal breeze plus minus degrees,
The snowman can't play, the red bird feels grey;
Silence rules the scene, white covers all green,
Wintry winds do tease the bright bird's chemise,
The snowman's seen smiling like Mr. Bean.
Picture #3
Quote by: Melancholy Of Innocence
LOVE is the spark within the speck illuminated & suspended in a sunbeam.
A ray of sunbeam falls across her face as she plays piano
a warm sunlight caresses the keys and brings to life
memories of love that bloom like noon day sun
Suspended in time like a soft sonata lingering on the mind
sensual, sexy, like a silk chemise wafting in the wind
yesterday's story sits unsung, arias captured OH! my heart
Here in her forever she sings softly to no one in particular
habile as the sentinel that perches and then soars
the illumined face of an Angel, a speck a spark of LOVE
that no amount of silence can clothe....
I've been yearning
to know the winds routine
I've learnt your skyward motion
put away your chemise
unburden your soul
soon you will be sailing
running aground
is there disarray
to cut away this old boulder ?
Wish I had a barrel or two of these!
I’d go to places as freely as I please.
Or purchase some very expensive cheese?
Even hire a maid to get me off sore knees!
Go to a jungle, swing from exotic lush, green trees?
Or just bank it all, and do absolutely none of these.
Sit on my deck and enjoy the cool might breeze.
To sleep in peace, in my pearlls and satin chemise!
1-16-2024
Fall's levitating leaves,
wafting on gentle breeze.
Each one vainly believes
it can fly high with ease.
Colors beg hearts to cease!
Kaleidoscopic trees
wave wild without surcease,
flailing sleeveless chemise,
bringing one to one's knees.
Radiant days to please!
The moon was peeking through the naked trees
The breeze that blew that day had gone to bed
A lonely nightingale perched overhead
Harassed the silence with his sad reprise
The creaking porch swing's old familiar tune
No fitting lyrics could I ever write
To my sweet love on this warm firefly night
The melancholic song I'd never croon
Ten trillion stars, a shimmering chemise
Which cloaked the sky in sparkles green and red
Connected by the rays of golden thread
How could one tire, admiring nights like these?
Upon magnolia trees, blossoms were strewn
The nightingale heard his call and took flight
I might sit here until the morning light
Like days of old, these nights would make us swoon
The moon was peeking through the naked trees
The breeze that blew that day had gone to bed
A lonely nightingale perched overhead
Harassed the silence with his sad reprise
The creaking porch swing's old familiar tune
No fitting lyrics could I ever write
To my sweet love on this warm firefly night
The melancholic song I'd never croon
Ten trillion stars, a shimmering chemise
Which cloaked the sky in sparkles green and red
Connected by the rays of golden thread
How could one tire, admiring nights like these?
Upon magnolia trees, blossoms were strewn
The nightingale heard her call and took flight
I might sit here until the morning light
Like days of old, these nights would make us swoon
Wonder if we all look goofy like me
When I open my yap and about to sneeze
When a bug does invade
In my throat it does stay
Noticed it was wearing a pink chemise
The dangerous critter is the lowly mosquito
They spread germs around the world, my amigos
Need to squish them flat
With a swat and a splat
Watch for blood all over your chemise-o
Got some friends from across the sea
Who yell gesundheit whenever they sneeze
A German word for health
And for excusing oneself
For getting gunk on each bystander's chemise
Between you and me, I love to sneeze
It's surely thrilling, I drop to my knees
Look up at the sun
I'm soon overcome
Shivering and stuff, oops, stuff on my chemise
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