Fine Looking Poems

Ribbit

Froggy went a courtin',
"Ribbit," he did sing,
altho' singing weren't his thing,
more like the punchline to a joke,
'Please don't smoke or I might croak.'
In the deep end of the pond
true love was his goal,
and by the dawn help to spawn
a few more tadpole souls.
Hopped on to a water lily
where he espied
a fine-looking froggy filly,
and in her mouth a red, red rose,
but wait, something's amiss,
one quick kiss and he froze...
just when he had it in the bag,
oh what a shame, ain't it silly,
our frogly friend hit a snag —
for the she was a he dressed in drag.

Salt and Pepper Get Together

Salt

Cellar by cellar on the cupboard shelf
I fell for you and crave you for myself
You look handsome in your sparkling glass pot
I imagine you'd be tasty and hot.

It'd be lovely to sprinkle together,
There for each other through stormy weather
I'm extremely salty, guess you'd agree
That if we marry, companions we'd be.

Pepper

You're a fine looking lass, I love you lots
Made for each other in matching glass pots
So fine and lovely, in your gown of white,
Would you marry me and become my wife.

Seasoning forever, to have and hold,
My darling will you wear my ring of gold
We'll grow older together tenderly
A match made in Eden are you and me.

Salt and Pepper

And so the wedding for them went ahead
A glorious day it has to be said
Pepper was proud of the bride at his side
Salt wore a smile and a gleam in her eyes.

Salt never stopped sneezing throughout their lives
Yet never complained, she sensed it unwise
Her salty kisses made Pepper’s lips sore
He never confessed, just kissed evermore.

Bantu

A single shot while hunting ruffed grouse soaked my socks a deep sanguine against the snow.
A kiss to your broken lips glossed over the fine-looking lies we let slip onto the story of your indiscretion.

Unhinged Lunatic Howling At the Moon

Unhinged lunatic Howling at the Moon 

On a moonlit late night
I sat in a bar
Drinking drams of demented, fermented dream dew
Just an unhinged lunatic
Dreaming of howling at the full moon

Watching the world walk by
Looking at all the fine-looking babes
Walking by the street
Thinking wild, erotic thoughts
Of endless wild libertine passions

When into the bar
Walked the most beautiful women
In the Universe
So wild, so free
So wonderfully alive 

I did not know what to do
As this vision of delight
Sauntered through the bar
In skin-tight leather pants
Looked so fine
That my eyeballs hurt

Finally, I had to say something
I gathered up my manly courage
I walked up to her

She looked at me
Instantly bewitched my soul
With a devilish grin

I lost all reason
And became a raving lunatic
Unhinged lunatic
Howling at the moon

Foaming at the mouth
A wild, free werewolf
Howling at the lunatic light
Of the full Moon

A Reading of Things

Inside an old library of things uncountable
clippings, extracts, jottings, and snippets.

‘things’ 
nothing can be
excluded

yes the air is musty, thickly clothed,
muffled and club fingered, 
incidentals are listed 
on the cuff of the half-remembered. 

Mind dust wafts from one place to another.
Orts of loss, tittle, and trifles. A library
in pieces.

A fine looking woman approaches
she has an armful of books.

Maybe she works here
or maybe she works only
in this moment.

Behind her
things begin to fall off shelves.

“Don’t worry.”
She is Scottish and actually says 
“dinna fash yersel.”
An old Celtic grandma peeps out of her eyes.

The enormity of every-thing
pecks and probes.

She places more books
on the reading table.

The thought of a ‘reading table’
amuses.

Outside the library the world is simplifying.

A fresh sky begins to write
in a language only spoken of
in empty rooms.

It’s a braw uncluttered daylight
that greets awakening eyes.

Just An Unhinged Lunatic Howling At the Moon

On a moonlit late night
I sat in a bar
Drinking drams of demented, fermented dream dew

Just an unhinged lunatic
Dreaming of howling at the full moon
Watching the world walk by
Looking at all the fine looking babes

Walking by the street
Thinking wild, erotic thoughts
Of endless wild libertine passions

When into the bar
Walked the most beautiful women
In the Universe

So wild, so free
So wonderfully alive
I did not know what to do

As this vision of delight
Sauntered through the bar

In a skin-tight leather pants
Looked so fine
That my eyeballs hurt

And finally, I had to say something
So, I gathered up my manly courage
And walked up to her

And she looked at me
And instantly bewitched my soul
With a devilish grin

I lost all reason
And became a raving lunatic

Unhinged lunatic
Howling at the moon
Foaming at the mouth

A wild, free werewolf
Howling at the lunatic light
Of the full Moon

Note: in honor of the blood moon posted on my blog the world according to cosmos

Fool Me Once

You fooled me once with sunlit words of delusion 
no more daydreams lost in sweet illusion.

So fine-looking and charming you were once
I would goo-goo eye and drool your fine looks 
as soon as you smiled I was in your hooks
My flaky judgments didn't mean I was a dunce

You like to pick, kick, watch and wear a crown 
constant mocking making me out a fool
as you drank your Coors beer on your stool 
proving to be a buffoon and a clown

Cruel thoughts innately placed in my brain
to want to stay and try to work things out
With name-calling whirling about you lout
I've wasted my time, I will not remain




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Grand Daughter Arrival, Praise the Lord

Your teacher always said in math,
You wasn't very bright, 
As when you did your adding up, 
You never got it right.
And though it appears so very sad, 
Twas teacher didn't know how to add,
After all these years, to your delight,
It's evident you are quite bright, 
You see your math was always right,
For it happens just to be,
That if you combine a loverly Lisa, 
With one fine looking fella,
The product is an angel, 
A precious gift called Ella,
So the moral of this story, 
And it was always meant to be, 
Is that teacher was so very wrong, 
As one and one makes three.

Seraph Sonnet

Seraph ( sonnet ) 

Oh Seraph loving celestial being

Through clouds you tiptoed ,finger playing harp strings 

Long and short stroking , affecting my heartstrings 

Fine looking maiden with bejewelled eyes 

Porcelain skinned , golden trusses i espied

(Alas you stole my heart with no thought shown
Ripping shred from shred torn as if your own )

Alive with grace she strode dignity in dance

My heart did pound as i await her advance

Feverish sweat I did perspire should she pass

I caught her eye she welcomed me at last 
 
She slid beside loving with tender blithe

I write this sonnet for you my darling 

Oh Seraph loving celestial being 



thank you

Just An Unhinged Lunatic Howling At the Moon

On a moonlit late night
I sat in a bar
Drinking drams of demented, fermented dream dew
Just an unhinged lunatic
Dreaming of howling at the full moon

Watching the world walk by
Looking at all the fine looking babes
Walking by the street
Thinking wild, erotic thoughts
Of endless wild libertine passions

When into the bar
Walked the most beautiful women
In the Universe
So wild, so free
So wonderfully alive 

I did not know what to do
As this vision of delight

Sauntered through the bar
In a skin tight leather pants

Looked so fine
That my eyeballs hurt

And finally I had to say something
So I gathered up my manly courage
And walked up to her
And she looked at me

And instantly bewitched my soul
With a devilish grin
I lost all reason

And became a raving lunatic
Unhinged lunatic
Howling at the moon

Foaming at the mouth
A wild, free werewolf
Howling at the lunatic light
Of the full Moon

Forgiveness

On my knees, humbly, Thee I implore,
My Lord,
To forgive me, your foolish servant  
For
Complaining for having not  
The things I desired:   
The color of eyes I wished for,
The gorgeous ears, 
The lovely nose
The fine-looking hands
The straight legs,
The stunning body,
Instead of 
Thanking Thee for what Thou to 
Me have given:
Eyes that your creation 
Can see,
Ears that Thy melodies enable 
Me enjoy,
A nose that nature’s aromas 
let me scent,
Hands that allow me to touch and 
To caress,
Legs that permit me to move about 
And 
Finally, a body swift and strong to 
Keep me healthy for such a very 
Long time.

Show Thy mercy, my Lord, I Thee beseech 
Cause
I have failed the worth of all Thy divine gifts, 
Sooner to realize!


© Demetrios Trifiatis
   28 AUGUST 2014

I Dodged a Bullet

I DODGED A BULLET

I dodged a bullet two weeks ago
In that shopping mall
A bullet, caramel skinned; moisturized
That almost left a sister’s chest
Spurting red spots everywhere

I dodged this fine looking bullet
That went three sixty degrees 
Around my waistline
I sang praises, I almost rocked that Mic
Check check

I dodged a bullet…
Yes! I dodged a fine one
Six feet two inches; got me high
Fine smelling cologne, I took a whiff
Six packs front layered;
I scrolled through, page after page
In my fantasy
Oh my!

I dodged it sister; yes I dodged a bullet in hours
It challenged my hormones
They militated against my sense of reasoning
I gave a silent scream for help
My eyes coated in surprise
My hands, still… 
My prize,  a bullet? 

That bullet almost shot through me
Between Africa and Jamaica
It's warmth sent me down that sofa
Attention! my twin babies saluted

That voice, those eyes
A combination of soul and jazz soothing the soul
Soft and inviting, tempting;
Sent shivers down my spine
They slung a leash around me
But I had to dodge that bullet
On the last five days before New Year's Eve



Neofloetry (c)2013.

Blanc

We can see anything , anything 
	at all if we really truely believe
	... simple faces as description 
he scribbled in speech and action. So much Ambiguity.
Breaking Hives all over , jolt 
to and fro , match points flares has been.
	Held ashiver creeping bones o'er Dead Flesh
as autumn swam into His room in 
the Abstract's Artist's reaction to 
normal Gov. corruption : Told everything 
is fine , looking up silver lining alley. 
They say its democracy under terroist threat 
Dear default citizen 
	Oh how you amaze..

Movie

Movie

Folk's seem to be having a grand old time here tonight at Sam's place
The liquors flowing good time rolling while the band's singing the classics
Play it again Sam,
I wanna ask that fine looking dame over there to dance
That was the scenario playing out in my head
But its really just a line from a movie
Instead old blue eyes just exited stage left     
As rejection is a dish best served cold
And quite frankly my dear I doo give a damn

Clear Creek Nine

Clear creek nine,
ready to play
eating their cares
all away, before big game.

Very fine looking ducks,
they are in their
grand outfits, only
they could wear.

Walking along edge
of waterfall by the
bridge, team now leaving,
as game has been called,

      due to rain.

wrote 9-17-07  at Lowell ponds

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