The blind lady was line dancing with Jack
Taking one step forward and two steps back.
Flirted and giggled
In sequin, jiggled,
Tripped, fell, hitting her head as all went black.
Youthful Flowers
I followed a bouquet of dreams in my youth,
exuberantly naïve, assured, and coy.
I flirted with rage at the thought of failure
and turned one cheek to smile with the other,
skipping ahead without a care in the world,
as if immortal and the world were my oyster.
By the babbling brook under the dappled shade
of the grand old oaks, I immersed myself in books
and longed for a knight in shining armour to save me.
So, when the fog rolls over and the light of day is blurred,
remember those days of youth and how absurd you were
to squander away the years fantasizing about romantic love
when you could have been experiencing the pleasures
that life afforded instead of picking youthful flowers.
We flirted simply with our eyes,
never really needing to touch.
Kissed each other like butterflies,
when wind whistles gentle and such.
It really doesn’t take that much,
now we’re trading milkshakes for sex.
Lips always come through in a clutch,
lust at its core is not complex.
Desert shrines were canonical
before the Deluge.
The bamboo and fronds of their mouths
waved well in the sun,
and the strength of their arms shunned
the devilish romances of swift gales.
Oh, the heaths of the shrines
warmed the heart of the ancient world,
who brought the Rainbow as a gift! ...
And the shrines were holy
and kept the peace;
befriended the skies; flirted
with the blessings of furry, velvet clouds
and slept and rose with the vagaries of
a wild world.
But one day
the sun went suddenly wild;
the clouds in flamebursts tore off
their rain garments...
Deluge!
A watershed in the history of
Desert and her shrines.
Cannons boomed in the Deluge,
shook the roots of Desert
with the perdition of Pompeii
lying in one stretch of sleep...
And the shrines came crumbling!
Remember, long ago, enrapt of Venus,
in college, brought to meet by chance,
how, falling into that first, most fateful glance
a straightaway spark flirted between us?
And, too, can you recall the eager shyness?
On the day that turned up next, a thrilling trance
hurled us into an uninhibited expanse
which then crackled with electric newness.
But nowadays, that’s just as far away
into the forlorn yesteryear as you
are distant now—and, almost strangers, we’ve
matured apart, growing further every day.
A curse upon wicked fate! who withdrew
her blessing and unraveled our fragile weave!
flirting with my friend
so lovely and radiant in the sun is she
her smile inspires my smile
Mom's Watchful Eye from Heaven keeps me respectful
my strong belief in being faithful keeps me smart and grounded
as we say our goodbyes, we say Sincerity Prayers for each other
she gives me a meaningful slap on my left arm, which makes Mom smile in Heaven
a female dove with a watchful eye lands on my left shoulder out of nowhere and pecks me repeatedly on my forehead
my friend, who i playfully flirted with, begins laughing uncontrollably
she then says, 'uh huh, that's what your flirting behind gets'
i reply by saying 'WHAT ABOUT YOU?!?'
you answer by saying 'you have a Precious Blessing Beyond Worthy of Counting'
i wave a final goodbye with a rare smile and simply say 'Yes Mom'
The Love of My Life
Flowing tresses of.blond hair and deep blue eyes
We flirted, promising our undying love for each other
I was captivated by her girlish charm and wit
After nine steamy months it came to an end
I moved to a new school district to start third grade
Falling down to my splintering knees,
Heaven or Hell, the stone will be cast.
Like whiplash, the ground beneath me begins to crack open
As my truth is played out against an apocalyptic backdrop.
Sins weighed against my empathic
compassion,
Caught in riptides of my darkness; will light save me?
Flames lick against my flesh as the vultures circle around.
Pleading to the heavens, I swear my truths are sincere.
I pushed back against those incessant inner
demons
As they flirted with the devil.
But my sanity assimilated, and I plunged down that pit.
Sins took hold, infecting, infesting; the damage that
was already done.
I plead for your unconditional mercy:
Don’t let the razor teeth tear me apart.
When the sable ink flirted with the quill
How my muse blushed and blotted with a thrill
Upon parchment that submitted at will
To the words that began to overspill
At school I discovered 'tram' rhymed with 'scram'
And confusing homophones 'damn' and 'dam'
When my rhymes steamed along the meter track
A villanelle came on board for a snack
Welcoming those, not having metaphor
Free verse and sonnets came calmly ashore
On carpets of prose from the Haiku store
As the dipped quill quivered for an encore
Across each line the rivers of ink swam
'I became a poet, because I am'
She loved the fact that she
could use her beauty to
unleash her objectives and goales
upon men who wished to be freind
or kind to her. She flirted with my
wife and ignored me. I felt
uncomfortable.
She "Atta Bouised" my wife
right in front of me. I got fifth-wheel
by this Chic who didn't even recognize my
relationship to my own wife.
Strange and Unnatural
I felt frightened by her treatment of me
The role of the character she became
to make all in attendance wish him strange
that she was indeed strange and meddlesome.
Yet one could say that the two beautiful people
made the fellow the villan who they could say was
strange. Sungsleezer Dancer is a Villanious
a creepy unkind woman.
" Forro, Foorro they dance
together, smiling to kiss
from there warm embrace.
Forro, Forro , Forro,
she must not see me
Here I am
so in love am I
Forro, Forro
she and I are
together
she takes the attention
by acting strange
Reco-Reco
He simply looked at me. When I looked back,
he held that gaze. It nearly made me blush.
For building tension he sure had the knack,
for by the time he left, I had a crush.
He’d smiled with his mouth, but also with his eyes.
I had to know him more. That week I thought
about him all the time. He was a prize
that if I won meant I would have his heart.
He came back twice to where I worked at night.
We talked and flirted; then he asked me out!
The tension building in me I could not fight.
I knew his kiss I could not do without.
We took it slow. When our lips met at last,
it was a kiss that could not be surpassed.
She was dressed like a flamingo floozie
Her big boobs and booty ~ what a doozie!
Wearing a shade of pink
She flirted with a wink
I ran away from Wicked Witch, Soozie
Soozie was once a he-man. Way back when
Turned into a Barbie doll... do ya Ken?
Overdid the implants
Axed the bulge in her pants
I heard tell her name used to be Big Ben
*Finding a balance between writing humor and serious poetry.
I try but will never be as well-rounded as Soozie... Thank Goodness!
Hugged her from behind
She wore red lipstick number 9
Or was it plum?
I don’t know anymore
But I know her eyes
She was someone
So much better than me
I followed her everywhere
But her friends hated me
She told me to crash the slumber party
I held her hand under the sheets
The next day
She kissed my boyfriend
She told my secrets
She ate my brownie in the cafeteria
She told the school I was ugly
But I loved her
Cause she always spoke to me
Spit on me
Laughed at me
I brushed her hair
While she flirted with the football team
I carried her books
While she walked ahead of me
I drove her when she didn’t want to walk
I listened when she talked
I did her homework
Like she ordered me to do
I overheard her friends tell her to lure me in
But I went to the woods anyways that day
I wasn’t surprised when they jumped me
You stood there with your perfect hair
Drawing symbols on my face
They tied me to a tree
Laughing
They took turns stabbing
But you cut my hair
You took off my ring
You took my money
You snapped your purse
They chanted and screamed
They threw a burning flame
I watched you put on my ring
“Bye Becca”
Wow, you knew my name.
Coming from within a rising hedge
Of voluptuous white oleander -
I sensed a turmoil; one writhe
Seduced better than before
And within the naked boughs
Of some palo verde - in a rustle
Of few leaves - I thought I saw
Among them a potential
So quick and sullen, I almost not
Deemed it worthy a mention
Until a lone grackle squawked
That vernal suspicion
Then the wind flirted with a sage
Whose mane shimmied - fervid -
As if the breath of Earth had encouraged
Spring to dance for him.
I’ve run long and hard down this trail we call life
it’s been filled with heartache and been filled with strife
I've taken some things with my gun, fist and knife
But I swear I’ve always been faithful to you
Sometimes I've flirted with a filly or two
there have been times when I chased a drink or two
I sometimes didn’t do what I said I’d do
But I swear I’ve always been faithful to you
I have gambled away a paycheck or two
I've told some white lies but never one to you
Have I hidden cards? Maybe more than a few
But I swear I’ve always been faithful to you
I have cussed like a sailor on Friday night
Never was accused of being too polite
Had a hard time telling what's wrong and what's right
But I swear, I've always been faithful to you
Now I’m near the end of this dusty old trail
I’ve tried to make you proud but I’ve always failed
You needed the sun but I’ve forever paled
But I swear I’ve always been faithful to you
Now I have lost the trail in this setting sun
You deserved a good man but I wasn't one
I hope you'll find what you need after I'm gone
Remember, I've always been faithful to you
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