I am a Date Palm. Winds may threaten, bend and
and snap back my trunk; nests between my frondy
bonnet yet remain firm -- from me, the palm, feathered
survivors have learned, resilience; and the selfless nature
of lofty giving. Dates ripen, young chirping for their meal.
Mothers not having far to travel. One can say, I am bed
and breakfast service. No need to call and wait for market
delivery. Lookout of the desert, mast and sail of the sandy
dunes. When comes the wind I whistle a nurturing tune. Such
music both lullaby and grateful prayer. Proud member of Club Oasis.
Into laughter I have dissolved
I'd like to thank everyone involved.
Don't you think it's great?
I'll have to mark this date!
All my problems have been solved.
This Friday I’ve got a blind date
With Miss Information
And I just can’t wait.
Of course as a red blooded American male
I sincerely hope I’ll get in her pants
If not her bed,
But given her name
I won’t be making any assumptions
‘Till I see her up close and personal.
Given her name
I also expect to hear lots of talk of Covid 19
Bats, the wet market, social distancing
Safe and effective vaccines and all that.
Then before dessert
I hope we make it past BLM’s glorious
Post Floyd Summer of Love
The terrifying January 6th insurrection
And nonexistent border crisis of 2021-24,
As I like to enjoy something sweet
Without a sour taste in my mouth.
In fact, I hope we make it through the night
Without any of that garbage,
But given her name I’m not holding my breath.
So why am I even taking Miss Information out?
Because although inside I am no comparison,
Inside I am also now inspired
And will proudly step up and say, “Hi,
I am Charlie”, when I pick her up,
And so gladly reach across the aisle
And dine with a chick who may end up a dude
In the name of open and friendly dialogue.
After all that is what will Make America Great Again.
(9/23/25)
Uptown girl living the dream
She gets dolled up on saturday night
anticipating date all week long
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
I'm waiting at the corner bar,
And sucking down an ice cold brew!
My buddy was setting me up,
With a girlfriend with eyes bright blue!
I'm nervous and apprehensive,
I saw them coming through the door!
Well, she looked just like an angel,
That's when my blood began to roar!
After casual introductions,
My friend unfortified my dread.
But, after he finished speaking,
I was mortified blind instead!
Well, what he actually said was...
She's got cherries on her chest, a tattoo!
But, what I think I thought he said was...
She's got a hairier chest than you!
Then the room just began to spin,
And my brain sputtered and addled!
I snatched up my wallet and keys,
Then I just up and skedaddled!
Made a lot of mistakes in my time,
Some things in life, you'll always regret!
I'm sure gonna miss my best friend,
Cuz, I still haven't heard from him yet!
I see her at the station, she’s gone without a trace.
She appears in the window, the reflection of her face.
I look into her eyes as she's staring through the glass.
I wonder what she’s thinking, but the moment doesn’t last.
I guess she’s an enigma dancing round my brain.
As the crowd begins to push and shove, I move further down the train.
And then as if by chance we’re standing very close.
Now almost in a trance I’m standing on her toes.
Embarrassed and surprised she says, “I thought I’d let you know.
You’re standing on my foot” I blush and turn to go.
The doors begin to open so I help her off the train.
I ask if I can walk her home, she laughs “To cripple me again?”
She says “We share this journey every day, you’ve never said hello.
I saw you staring through the glass, just wanted you to know”.
I walk her to her front door, and she asks “you coming in? “
I wonder if her folks are home, she gives a cheeky grin.
She makes us both a coffee, I’m sitting there dumbstruck.
“A penny for your thoughts” she says, I can’t believe my luck.
We sit and talk for hours, sharing laughs as it gets late.
Reticence behind me, I ask her for a date.
what's not to love!
I'm fun and I'm quirky
unusually charming
I like to be happy
and it doesn't take much
a kind word a warm smile
from a guy who's got love in his heart
Wait. To you, she's “La Lopez”. To me, “Jen”, always.
Doyenne of “Anaconda”. A date, indeed!
You’d have me narrate the gravamen,
say how it was? She was a ten. Great, she seemed.
Or perhaps an eight. But never again!
Well, she doesn’t like real men. Cheapskate, too.
I’ll tell you straight, it all went bandy when,
as our train pulled out of Penn, to celebrate ‘us’,
she called her lawyer. I hate zen precepts,
but marriage? With no debate? Comedienne!
It was nineteen-eighty and I felt great -
off to the carnival with Brenda on a date.
Am I really going out with this beauty?
Showing her a good time - that was my duty.
Under the stars, on the intramural field,
her excitement for the rides was unconcealed.
The stars and lights flashed in her pretty eyes -
it was like fireworks exploding in the skies,
but I was looking at a lot more than that -
and was hoping for more than rides and a chat.
For her fun was a ride on a Ferris wheel,
but I was all wrapped up in her sex appeal.
We were together, but on a different page,
The rides scared me - upside down in a cage!
My goodness, that was forty-five years ago.
I wish I could have shared her experience, though.
And that was my first and last date with Brenda,
a boy and a girl with a different agenda.
In sepia tones, the echoes twist and sway,
When shadows stalk the moments lost to time,
A spectral dance where ghosts of youth hold sway,
Their laughter mingles softly with my rhyme.
Each birthday brings the weight of fleeting light,
As innocence drifts gently into night;
The storms of change laugh cruelly from afar,
While memory rides the mist—a faded star.
Oh, how I miss the cradle songs once sung,
Now haunting whispers cling to heart and bone,
In dreams I walk through halls where laughter sprung,
Yet find a stranger gazing back—alone.
In chasing shadows, I must reckon fate:
Can love transcend? Or must we carry weight?
the date
it was late when my date entered
the kitchen closed, but the waiter served
We had gateau with white wine, but he refused
to give me red wine as it doesn't go
well with cakes
she drank a whole bottle and got giggly
at an outdoor kiosk, I bought two
hot dogs, one with mustard, the other
with ketchup, I ate both; she was in
the back throwing up.
I was not in a good mood when she
refused to come to my flat, the rain
didn't help
I walked her to the bus stop, and she
caught the last bus back to her parents
Two opposites, unknown of their fate,
Randomly surfed the wide internet before it was too late.
From one end of the country to the other end.
Scrolled and scrolled, like it was never going to end.
Oh! It was just a click, that's how we met.
From hesitant texts and calls,
To glee when texts and calls are received
And later turned to elation.
Oh! It was just a click; that's how we connected.
Excitement and nervousness just rushed
When we met for the very first time, we just blushed.
There was no lack of delight.
It's hard to forget that sight.
Oh! It was just a click; we felt something ignite.
Later, it turned into hope and positivity
The foundation is built on trust and love, togetherness and unity.
We met, the folks met, and the process went on.
And finally, we tied the knot, vowing to never be apart.
In happiness or sorrow, in light or darkness,
In beautiful times or ugly times.
We vow to share each moment together,
And walk through all the odds and evens together.
Oh! It was just one click,
That we found each other for life's sweet and bitter journey.
Red eyes might grow...
What pure mind don't show.
White eyes might cook,
What dirty mind can't hook.
Clean hands could build of fold...
What plan A can barely withhold,
Filthy hands might weigh of cheers,
What plan B does rarely adheres.
Crazy heart might run bloody metre...
While calm vein don't shy as repeater.
Lovely heart could walk lonely garden,
While lousy vein can't for once be pardon.
A supposed tough date;
Can't be of bargaining bait,
To beat daring procedure...
When love isn't for adventure.
Carbohydrate, pleased to meet you.
How happily I greet you.
Pull up a chair, let me seat you.
And now, I will eat you.
They call it blind because you're unable to see
If their good looking, broke or have all their teeth
Taking alot of time to get to know the inner person
Sharing common idiosyncrasies and other emotions
This person makes you so happy until it's unreal
From these long conversations good is how you feel
For the first date you're wondering what to wear
All your past blind dates were total nightmares
Blind dates have proven that beauty is skin deep
You can put a face to the voice when you finally meet
You're worried if you would meet their expectation
Constant thoughts of them has build up anticipation
You're hoping this person is what you're looking for
Someone you can be with leaving you wanting more
If their disappointed they leave you there waiting
It seems like a waste of time to start off blind dating
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