Clones
Bitesize, right height, weighing a hundred pounds.
Fit and fair with long beautiful hair and curvaceous mounds
Someone different, someone unique demanded every profile.
The geeks and the noobs were left out cause they had a different style
A world of clones spread across , as far as the eye could see
What we are and what we pretend couldnt any farther apart be.
Isaiah says “In my defense
I was talking about circumference.
Another hint the Caelifera company
As God looks down anthropomorphically
He doesn’t look down omnisciently
In this case He sees as a man would see
From that bird’s eye view, I mean
He sees the panoramic scene
If the heavens are a curtain or a tent
On an orb can you spread out, stretch or extend?
How can the sins be removed as far as east is from the west
If these cardinal points ever meet the promise can’t be kept
Yes the earth is God’s footstool
It’s where He rests, the back of the fool
And a footstool has a flat surface
It’s not round on top or curvaceous
I want to make this appeal
As Job did to the common weal
As God in Scripture did reveal
As to the impressed clay from the king’s seal
It is the LORD who sits upon the flood
But it’s to its entirety that He sits that gets the nod
It’s a Head East album for God’s sake
The earth's face is as flat as a pancake
P.S. Let us remember that there is an ice fence
That surrounds all of the earth's contents
Voluptuous Betty Boop
threw men for a loop
always sassy and flirtatious
delightfully curvaceous
AP: 3rd place 2026
curvaceous model
red headed and rubenesque
statuesque beauty
husbands dare not stare
purposefully not looking
under wives keen watch
A film star
It was not her creamy body that caught
My attention, nothing unusual about it
Curvaceous, yes but going soft, it was
Here eyes, in a blink they were blue, green
Or brown, depending on her mood that
Changed faster than traffic lights on
Sunset Boulevard
Between laughter, pain and suspicion
I could see her soul and wide-open eyes
They killed her slowly the famous men
Wouldn’t let her grow up a dumb blond
Forever
I could have made her happy, but when
I found the courage to ring her doorbell
Marilyn wasn’t around anymore.
Zen
Love is
A gold coin
That never rust
What nonet flaunts its lovely derrière?
Then sings with sweet, buttermilk sound—
with shape fully self-aware,
in nine lines? Ass firm, round,
curvaceous with flare:
and so high, bound
for beach wear,
and found,
here?
Out of the womb of seedless water came her birth,
And no less than always has been her silent beauty;
Radiant essence, crowning the earth’s heavenly throne:-
She’s a special reflective bouquet of God’s creativity;
Mothering sun smoothing each of her rays into its chosen place
As her regal dome challenges the matter of her crowning magnanimity:-
Her celestial realm is a royal domain established by her creator;
Her celestial curvaceous tinted arch has forever excited the mind’s
Voracious appetite for things whose worth and beauty rivals gold’s own:-
Yes, from time immemorial, humanity has had the privileged
Of her celestial beauty and teeming glow; yet, humanity,
Has never been able to control God’s teasing rainbow:-
.
mountain or mole
my dukes and theirn
digits
have slid
up
from
hern rib'z short
unto her
soft shoulderz
without
curvaceous curb'n
mine forward
mind over motif
Curvaceous banister was practically obscene
The king loved it, but not his persnickety queen
She ordered it taken to the burn pile
The carpenter swiftly lost his brilliant smile
King secretly gave the banister a total save
It is now proudly displayed in his private man cave
Saqi
I yearn
To pluck these stars
Out of their distant stupor
To hurl them
And watch them explode
In the immeasurable
Distance
I yearn
To thunder
My intentions
to rip down
mountainous curtains
I yearn
To make
Curvaceous inroads
And watch the
Majestic peaks
Bend to kiss the valleys
I yearn
To stride across
Universes and
dimensions
And bend destiny
To merge
My reality
in your presence
Saqi I warn you
Tonight I am restless
And I will not be accountable
For all that I profess
Through my drunk verses
And
For tomorrow's consequences
Saqionahigh
Seema Kj
©SeemaJayaraman
27 Apr 2020
.
oooh
i see them girl
and likewise thoze eyne
thoze eyne querying
querying
yes
yess
oh yesss
they're
curvaceous
bulbous indeed
mound 'pon mound
voluptuous
inviting
and
i'm excited
yesss
yet
conscious
As she awaited for her head to pass through the guillotine, She said to the young girl who was standing in front of her
Who was shivering from fright as death approached her,
"I've journeyed the far east of the oceans
The vast lands of the meadows
The internal structures of the earth
Where I've been bound to the shackles of the world
The children live in embers of their parents woes; but
Now all this shall end in mixed feelings;
The sorrows of our fears and the darkness within us shall erupt into it's void.
We are going to a place of peace, joy and laughter;
A place devoid of any sorrows or tears;
Hold on, we're going home
Where we'd be sleeping at last"
As her head was passed through the guillotine,
A curvaceous smile spread across her lips as she took a final glance of the woman who shattered her fears.
With a tear silently streaming down her face,
She slumbered into eternity.
Bechstein, Blüthner, Steinway or Fazioli,
even an archaic Pianoforti,
long had he craved to play them all.
He was in love with their shape and sheen,
their sweeping contours, their circuit bodies.
He loves the sensuality of maple and spruce,
those handcrafted mahogany torsos,
the sprung brass of muted pedals,
deep resonations
within a grand iron skeleton
a tri-legged, beast of beauty,
built to create the most delicate of nocturns,
or a thumping Hungarian Rhapsody.
He would run his fingers,
over their curvaceous sable forms
allow fingertips to caress un-played keys,
the almost erotic white and black harmony
beneath a chaste lid.
He imagines playing
for a lady in crinoline perhaps,
and he the intense composer
of unspoken desires.
Sad to say,
his clumsy laptop fingers,
clattered upon that keyboard,
his coda forever silent.
Those flashbacks often
dance holding my heart's strings.
With their curvaceous move,
they usually lost their balance and
their obstinate move further
reduce the tension of those strings.
And then those memories fall,
releasing the tightly held strings
& then what happened next
have been confined only to myself.
These flaccid strings
stretched to such an extent
that they usually choke
my almost doddering heart.
I
by chance of chance in spark I love her soul;
Lights in her essence her presence embrace
Voluptuous sweet vessel her so, whole;
Curvaceous molded induced bitter taste
gathered ladle in golden crystal bowl;
It is so as sown now as it be of core;-
Embrace whereso'er I dismay,
Be humble so pray,
The things which I've done I not do no more.
II
Hope that isn't denied by my faith
Deiminase by those the things that can't wait
The Moon doth with insight
Look round her when the heavens are care;
Waters on a starry wrongs to right
Proper and majestic so share;
Brilliants sees O so the lights so burst;
But yet blinded, where'er I chose,
Darkness encapsulates a glory from my birth.
1/4/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
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