Oh to see your cute dimples
pretty face
and sweet voice
Another time.
My thighs and buttocks have dimples…
So I'm grateful they have so much to smile about! As my stretch marks, or laugh lines rather, can attest.
You must forgive my breasts…they've been upbeat and perky for many years and they deserve a rest.
My calves have a sense of fun! Bored with the same tan color, they've decided to decorate with streamers of purple and blue.
Not to be outdone, my arms have joined the fun, waving with enthusiasm whenever my hands do!
A life well lived and full of joy, of laughter, love, and humor. So now you'll know, if you hear I've “let myself go”, that it is just a rumor.
Derrière dimples
Bold gray hair
Occasionally pimples
Elegant emerald stare
Competent and confident
Comfortable in own skin
Knowing to accept compliments
With wise yet humble grin
Bringing the best in every way
No fear in the aging process
Even you walk with delightful sway
Work of art you are in progress
Hope to know my years of gold
As wonderful and filling like you
A unique and courageous soul
Pleasure to know one as humble and true
Poet Dimples
How can I please?
I am lost at sea!
I don't want to write poems,
that simply, are not me.
That's pure duplicity.
I won't sell out on me!
And, I am human, after all.
I do hear that non-stop siren call,
"Be popular", that's all!
That's the dichotomy,
I find myself in.
Like being in a circus,
Trying to make the crowd grin.
This poem so wonderfully
direct and simple,
It creates creases in my
attractive, poet dimples.
So, I find iif I, only accept myself
as is.
And if others just cannot?
Well then…..it is, what it is!
1/3/2024
Sit still, XXri Brook
Dimples, smile, light
Too much for the heavy flight
Of a daydream, happening
Across from my mother’s anxious look
Is my reason in a book?
Maybe another book
Buried in my room
Me, no doors, nor nook
Dimples overstretched, still deep
I hide beneath a sheet
'Till the sun comes back
I’m counting down from 3
But by 1, they turn to holes
No dimples in the mould
Of the shelter from this tree
Overgrown, still underfed
My father decomposes beneath
Scratching me down
Where I break reality
The garden will pull me back
And I know it isn’t far
But backwards rolls between
As I’m running towards a sun
No one else can see
7/7/2021
The dimples on your cheeks
Like matching enclaves
On opposing sides
Of a massive, naturally formed
Rock formation in Arizona
Those Dimples are my home
I can spend endless hours
Tracing the cliffs
Tracing the walls
I sleep here as well
I am just a small pest
Just the right size
For those dimples are also my bed
I sit in them like a recliner
Positioned like a cursive J
To the corner of your mouth
I drink the water from your lips
While I await the first droplet of coffee
From then on, I spend my day
Exploring the formations of your mouth
Bare hand climbing up your lower bicuspids
Base jumping down to your soft pallet
Bathing in the salivary geysers under your tongue
In the evening, I return to your dimples
There is nothing like home
I use a stray strand of hair as my rope
I settle into the corner
Without a blanket
The fire burning in my heart
Keeps me warm through
The Cold desert night
Poet Dimples
How can I please?
I am lost at sea!
I don't want to write poems,
that simply, are not me.
That's pure duplicity.
I won't sell out on me!
And, I am human, after all.
I do hear that non-stop siren call,
"Be popular", that's all!
That's the dichotomy,
I find myself in.
Like being in a circus,
Trying to make the crowd grin.
This poem so wonderfully
direct and simple,
It creates creases in my
attractive, poet dimples.
So, I find I only accept myself
as is,
And if others cannot?
Well then, it is, what it is!
Just write, do not sit here and rot!
August 11, 2019
The Gazelle!!!
The morning cock crows
And the feeling grows
Towards the daedal damsel
With the gaze of a gazelle
She is an enigma
A portrait with dimples
The opera of the steeples
And with an accolade for charisma
In the center of my fantasy
She gives me a frenzied insomnia
The feeling of euphoria
And the smooth warmth of ecstasy
Jideofor.Obidike
as "The Plantagenet"
dimples
in the small of her back
~ summer jeans
AP: 3rd place 2020
Behold, the Valiant Spirit! housed in a young vibrant body;
A litty like a titty;
Endowed with telepathy;
In this age of complexity.
I marvel at your smile that makes the day bright;
Your soft words that infuse strength;
And your words so refined.
Indeed, you're one of a kind.
Oh Valor!
Uphold thy honor
That those who seek for thy favor
May have a new experience to savor.
Folks, listen when he speaks.
Friends, feel the dimples on his cheeks;
For he smiles like a dove
And his heart like the blue sky above.
Dedicated to myself -Ejire Michael (Mikky-Prince)
Daffodil dimples
Crape myrtle blooms form
the entrance now leading
Into the garden of
dreams that we share
Rose buds and hyacinths
tickle our senses
Blending their fragrance
so sweet with the air
Lantana flowers in
yellows of lemon
Paint summer sunrises
along the wall
Hibiscus petals are
raining so softly
Before our eyes as
their beauty does fall
Daffodil dimples now
show as they're smiling
Watching the two of us
greeting the day
Now hand in hand
as we wander this garden
So much in love
midst this wondrous display
Good morning Soupers
On her rosy cheeks
they jiggle gently, and tend to
unmask the veiled serendipity
in her adamant heart...
While her puzzled mind
readily betrays the grimace
her blackrimmed eyes,
lustrous like twin stars had faked.
Deeper they wriggle on both sides
and blend into her sunken hollow
as her head sways
as if to rekindle the expressions
on her delicate face.
He grins, dimples forming small lickable pools of attraction,
spreading through my chest like warm charcoal, smoldering little embers,
kindled in my heart, spreading a red warm blanket of love
in winter cold world.
God took dimples and He put the in place...
And then He took the countenance of an angel and put it on her face.
Then God said," When she gets to her home things will never be the same"...
And He chose Mary Joy to be her name.
She's been here several years now and it's all come true...
And mom, she is a special one, she's exactly like you.
So God took two dimples and He put them in place...
And than He put the cutest expression all around her face.
Mary Joy is my grand daughter and I thank God every day for her...
Without thoughts of her my life would be a blur.
Those two dimples were placed in just the right place...
And you know that's what really makes her face.
With a personality that is second to none...
She was meant to be a special daughter and not a son.
God took two dimples and put them in place...
And He took the countenance of an angel and wrapped it around her face
TK<.
Tonight,
I wanted to sleep
Without writing any word
For your smile.
Tonight,
I wanted to pretend
I am not touched by your beauty and your style.
But
To convince my words,
I had to show your picture to my heart.
That is when
I noticed the dimples on your cheeks.
Trust me,
It made your picture the purest art.
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