that flirty eye
deft feminine wiles -
boy, are you seductive?
Date written: 03/31/2023
You of great beauty
charming and lovely
coquette
your eyes’ melody
plays only for me
duet
love eternally
flowing like the sea
wavelet
world whirling wildly
solidarity
well-set
two in love as one
not to be undone
sunset
What do I call that young coquette?
My shadow self; my silhouette.
Those clothes, that hair, a cigarette.
The joie de vivre; the vain regret.
What sort of pithy epithet
will she recall, lest I forget?
Perhaps, instead a sobriquet
for who I was back in the day.
But what would she wish to portray?
Somewhat naive, a bit risqué?
A wounded child or power play?
“All that and more!” is what she’d say.
That girl who played a victim game
(though she would make the counter-claim).
A femme fatale; a wild flame.
A spirit not a soul could tame.
Both full of pride and full of shame,
all contradiction just the same.
It all feels now as but a dream,
that martyr of her own regime.
A fog of war; a distant scream.
An echo of one’s disesteem.
A soldier who would self-redeem
and break her shackles at the seam.
Now when she comes to mind I smile,
recalling each and every mile
we marched and fought in rank and file.
We failed, we wailed, we shed the guile
to wake and heal and reconcile
a misspent youth and life worthwhile.
*****************************
well made up as she knew
looking sexy in shredded jeans
dilly dallying round high street
giving the eye to men
who all knew she was not worth it
flirt
a wink and a smile blowing a kiss temptation wearing red high heels
An handyman named Warren Peace
Was led astray by Auntie's niece
As a matter of fact
They were caught in the act
And her dad is Chief of Police
A fool, a buffoon, a comedian or a clown
They all act stupid but are really smart,
They are an odd breed of their own
Just for laughs they win your heart.
A lady, a lass, a vamp or a tramp
They all act gullible but are pretty smart,
With a tease or a taunt they lay a trap
Just with a smile they steal your heart.
A priest, a rabbi, a swami or a holy man
They all act pious but are a bunch of upstarts,
With a preach or a sermon they summon
your souls and bleed dry your trusting hearts.
~Contest: 'A' Strand
~Sponsor: Brian Strand.
Oh dear delight! My sweet coquette.
Enticing smiles; your glance flirtatious
rouses in me, dispositions salacious.
Sometimes my fret- sometimes my pet;
oh so tantalizing the way you tease
transform blase' to beguiling mystery
which fires my fervor with pleasing ease.
Comely countenance; aspect gracious
All ardorous attentions you do invite;
Oh sweet coquette! My dear delight.
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