I live and love fearlessly.
I live and love fiercely.
I lived and loved falsely.
I lived and loved freely.
I am living and loving fulfillingly.
I am living and loving fantastically.
I am life and love firstly.
I am life and love forthrightly.
I live and love felicitously.
I live and love fastidiously.
I lived and loved ferociously.
I lived and loved fragmentally.
I am living and loving freeheartedly.
I am living and loving flirtatiously.
I am life and love figuratively.
I am life and love fundamentally.
Stepping Softly onto her heart of
Jubilation she reminds me of my
Priorities such like roses and
Emeralds she is the explanation
Of my destination
I love you in so many ways wise words
Can not express I know I'm
Taking risks but I must persist
Especially when you flirt with me
Flirtatiously I will be gentle with
Swollen kisses and magic
Shooting star wishes
Hear the legislation of my
Exploration elegant elation
Spurs me I positively inject my
Dedication of Ambitious
Roseward adoration
I love you honestly it is my
Indearment I plead I supplicate
Fragile agitation sparks of love
Escalate emotions as we meet
I love you more with each passing day
fever compulsion
Constant cosmic conception
I am adventurous I do venture
Into love this is the venturing
Emitting rays of glorious love My
Love is of virtue I promise you
Elusive elf effortlessly elicits Englishmen’s enthusiasm.
Flitting flirtatiously, forever flipping finery and florals
Glorious gorgeous gossamer gowns gliding gracefully,
Heartfelt happiness harboring humdinger hummingbird heaven.
Elusive elf effortlessly elicits Englishmen’s enthusiasm.
Flitting flirtatiously, forever flipping finery and florals
Glorious gorgeous gossamer gowns gliding gracefully,
Heartfelt happiness harboring humdinger hummingbird heaven.
She was sixteen and dressed to the likings of fashion
a beautiful loose top was her choice of today's passion
as she mounted the bus she got stares from the guys
and teasing looks, but none of them ever met her eyes
yapping away in Italian thinking she looked a bit french
they thought her cute, and some thought her a wench
"poor girl" they said, "went down town, got pregnant"
"and now she wears that top to hide the baby tenant "
they laughed as they poked each other and guffawed
gesturing like little ruffians and talking way too loud
but to their surprise she turned to them and smiled,
she was an Italian hot blooded girl, to put it mild...
when she spoke in Italian they gaped and shut up
"cretino, stupido, imbecile" well I guess its my stop !
guess your having fun at my expense, hey boys
then she flirtatiously smiled, and left with poise
they sat there dumfounded with faces slightly pinked
as she stepped off the bus she turned, then winked.
July 24, 2021
ps this is a true story by the way, slightly changed but true
never assume someone doesn't understand a language ..
Like an artist with canvas, paint, and brush,
how then to illustrate (for you) in words
and in rhyme the throes of a bipolar rush?
For bookish and reserved, but manic, nerds
(like me), when I'm touched I'm inclined to gush
all over myself (for the pretty girls,
who'd blush like brides on their first wedding night;
as I flirtatiously finessed the twirls
of their sex-starved libidos with delight).
Yet the morn welcomed me with news of disgrace,
for I had acted the Lothario
with a Gorgon of a maiden:—whose face
was that of the Medusa's, the Gorgo!
To think, that I was so glad to escape:
seeing her with sober mind, I was agape!?
"Mesmerized"
I am
all of the
colours
in your mind
we dance our
fresh canvas
flirtatiously
brushstrokes
caressing
inquisitively
flowing
we blend together
effortlessly
Mesmerized
You are
all of the
colours
reflecting
in my eyes
Double Jeopardy
a cool seduction
hypnotized
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
Ryuichi Sakamoto - Amore (Playing The Orchestra 2013)
https://youtu.be/dMeDgrD4yXQ
Do you remember our sun-tanned limbs set free
on heated sand, tumbling bare through steamy air?
Our fanciful flights expressed, replied from tree
tops in dreams. Languishing winds still call me there.
Palm trees heavy with coconuts swayed while we
splashed flirtatiously in shimmering jade sea.
Admiring sunlight surfing effortlessly,
we never thought of Fall's chill in Summer’s glee.
June reminds of a vine-ripe henna sunrise
sweetened in youth’s glow to whimsical wisps of
sun flashing pink pleats in last dance as blue flies
away. Oh, how we shined on blithe breeze in love!
Look faraway to forgotten horizons
on splendid pastel painted canvas of sun’s
light passed by. Think of me in younger days gone
and reminisce of bliss as lives carry on.
Written 7/3/20
Contest - Summer Love
Sponsor - Chantelle Anne Cooke
Two candles burning down to wax -that’s how
I felt that one hot summer long ago -
a summer I remember even now
with images I never can let go.
Beside the ocean in the sun we lay,
flirtatiously, toes touching in the sand!
Into the waves we jumped like kids at play,
but how I simmered when you took my hand
to stroke my palm. Interlacing fingers,
we watched the sun go down in the twilight.
Slow boil on days like those – passion lingers,
then builds to climax in the shadowed night.
In summer’s heat I learned the meaning of
new feelings as I melted into love.
June 6, 2020 for John Hamilton's Summer Heat Poetry Contest
Brilliant blue butterflies
dance daintily
on beautiful Buddleia bushes
Fluttering flirtatiously
in gorgeous gardens
nibbling nectar
from fragrant flowers
as summer sun shines
Sponsored by Dear Heart- Wiishkobe Ode
Writing challenge October butterfly poetry contest
10/1/19
Flirtatiously, a
pod of whales breach through the skin
of the coy, shy sea!
Back and forth back and forth
swaying gently to the windswept liquid life
flowing freely beneath
tenderly caressing the underbelly of my vessel
flirtatiously licking at it's sides
Oh this beautiful temptress
This wondrous and mysterious ocean of lifeblood
I accept you as you have accepted me
Back and forth back and forth
Swaying jarringly to the gale swept liquid death
Churning canivingly beneath
Harshly pounding the underbelly of my vessel
Viciously biting at it's sides
Oh this grotesque temptress
This horrid and mysterious ocean of lifeblood
I reject you as you have rejected me
Rhymes let go off my mind’s hand
And glide down my lips
They hop on a string of wind
and migrate to the unknown spheres
My rebellious rhymes don’t want to know
What modesty means
That they shouldn’t laugh very loud in public
Where the tinkle in their voice
Can be frowned upon by cultural ethic
My rhymes can’t see the rolling eyes of good wives
Whispering rumors and calling them sluts
They smile flirtatiously in the presence of guys
glittered their eyes with much satisfies
My rhymes always wear rainbow colors
They sprout and climb faraway fortress
Occasionally become as red as my tongue
They make me wish I could in some way halt
The arrogant rhymes of my poems
Don’t even know how one can be better safe not to be sorry
Hold each other’s hands at dusk
And watch bleeding hearts making love
My rhymes so light, Still wear some down
They redeem my soul and heal my crippled shrine
I am writing them for me! My rhymes don’t seem to mind!
Run to the seashore
collect shells
build sand castles
laugh
Sand in your toes
flip-flop footprints
deep in the sand
smiles
That baby
grows older
No more
childish laughter
Run in the waves
bring friends
with you
Poke dead jellyfish
pick up tiny crabs
feel slippery seaweed
in between your fingers
That toddler
grows too
frown at the kids
smile flirtatiously
at lifeguards
and surfers
relax in the sunshine
tan in your swimsuit
lie on the towel
under an umbrella
That teenager
gets older
Brings her own
children
with their father
to the beach
and watches her kids,
watches her babies,
grow too.
Nights in May are so seductive,
they make you wait for hours
in that glorious stage light
from the west,
before they deign to rise
onto the stage of the quite
brief performance of their artistry.
Their breath is balmy, laden
with that blend of all the
fragrances they steal
from blossoms,
which coquettishly they
wear like laces fastened
round some young girl’s thighs.
In May the nights flirtatiously
wink at you with sparks
they like to borrow
from the stars,
they expertly employ the
moon to highlight the smooth
shapes of budding lush fertility.
They cradle you in night-blue arms
arousing wishes rather than
lulling you to sleep, till
from the east
pale heralds will approach
to make them organize their exit
accompanied by the birds’ symphony.
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