I once knew a girl,
a magnificent poet.
But when it came down to it,
she swore she didn't know it.
The people of the land
seemed to be the only who knew,
with all the words in the world
what this beautiful girl could do.
It didn't matter the day,
it didn't matter the time.
Wherever she ventured,
she was sure to bring a rhyme.
A rhyme that made people laugh,
a rhyme that made people cry.
A rhyme in which, no matter what,
could never tell a lie.
But when brought to question,
the girl would deny
that she had talent at all.
She'd say with a sigh,
“when one is
as beautiful as I,
one needs not a real talent,
one needs not even try!”
I talk just like everyone else,
but my beauty makes my word
worth so much more to the ear..”
and suddenly she had heard.
She shocked herself with her own ability,
as she smiled, she said, “I know it.”
finally she understood the magic of her words
as she screamed, “I am a poet!”
Perception Skewed by Love
By Elton Camp
Poems always praise lovers to the sky
Due to love, I fear the poets went awry
Her hair is beautiful as gleaming silk?
Why do I not spot any girls of that ilk?
Her eyes are clear pools of such delight?
The girls that I see use theirs only for sight.
Her cheeks are so beautiful and rosy red?
In most girls, they are the sides of her head
Her lips are full and the shape so fine?
Where do they find women that divine?
Girls I notice, their lips look well enough
They’re shaped to talk, eat, and such stuff
Her nose is more beautiful than you can tell?
The women I see use theirs mainly to smell
Her neck is white and graceful like a swan?
How would a neck, long as that, be any fun?
On and on the extravagant description goes
Until they’ve gone from her head to her toes
I wonder how a creature glamorous as she
Interested in any normal man could ever be
Slender legs kicking sand,
the wind twirling her silky hair,
something in her hands.
The aroma trails from there to here.
A thing beautiful is happening.
A bikini that only some can wear,
a smile that spreads from ear to ear.
Hips move,
slender legs kicking sand,
and something in her hands.
The aroma rides the ocean wind.
Impatiently …,
I waited for her to come my way.
The sea blues her beautiful eyes.
I have an ocean view from the gaps between her thighs.
Her slender legs kicking sand,
something wonderful is in her hands,
and that smell ...
causes excess saliva in my mouth.
My stare is frozen on her hands,
her dutiful hands.
Now, she stands before me.
My heart beats leisurely;
it usually does
whenever she gives me my cup of buzz,
my steamy summer love.
Four sugars, three creams,
just the way I like it;
hot 'n' steamy and sweet 'n' creamy.
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