I stood
in front
of my class
and cried
biscuits
over you
squirting out
my elegant tears
like fish eggs
while you
took selfies
in a muscle shirt
that read
'Don't be such a mermaid'
If the face of the handsomest man in the moon could speak,
His voice would be the same as that person who makes me weak,
A man I adore, with a voice so soft, considerate, and meek.
handsome Harry hastily harnessed hazardous hayseed Hank
heightening his hellish heebie-jeebies.
Hank helped Harry handle hordes of high-spirited hitchhikers
heaping a hodgepodge of hocus pocus on Honey,
Hannibal’s handsomest hog
Words are not enough
To thank you, Father
I can't even haveto say it
I just want to write
It down to the water
To sing it to a melody
To jot it in a poem
That you are so Handsome
In all the handsomest in the world, Father
You are more than an Artist
In all the artist of the world, Father
You are the Great Botanist
You make things that has life to grow
You don't escape your process
Everything is nicely done
You are a Great Florist
You arrange flowers so beautifully
That no lovers would complain
You are a Great Comforter
You comfort every sad heart
You discard every part that is ugly
You pacify a weary soul
For me the most part is that
You are a Great Forgiver
You forget that I'm a sinner
You forget that once I'm a prodigal son
A black sheep, a vagabond, a nobody
Yet, you still accept me of who I am
Thank you, Father for the love
And compassion of my soul.
9.00 am he was at kine's shrine,
9.00 pm luck began to shine,
10.00 pm everything just fine;
Over nothing again to pine...
"Of all gods The Handsomest: kine!
Gone he had to its shrine with wine
To change life that tasted like brine,
Soon begin to with icons dine,
And clinch Mr President's line!
Everyday to be there at Nine
And reproduce an agreed sign;
And say:"Hottest Hell is mine;
On the last day shen't fail to whine
My heart,liver and kidneys thine"
His reindeer tie clopped around the room
Kicking his heels as poinsettias bloomed
His owner chased him before the party
Reindeer tie was excited, hale and hearty
Snowman tie said I will adorn your suit
Owner stopped chasing the big galoot
Put on his gorgeous designer silk snowman tie
Went to the party as the handsomest guy
Handsomest man under the Milky Way
Caught me drifting to display
Fashion with a line unique
Blues, Funk and Soul musique
Mannequins with big torsos
Ranges of clean custom clothes
Breathing colours-natural, bright
Resonating rhythm tight
Harmonising lulls repeat
Round a twin of ‘quin petite
Where you smirked and kissed my lips
Touching tenderly my hips
Alluring love becoming image
Destiny tomorrows vintage
Seizing such a fantasy
Artists work of mastery
Somewhere lost in silk and lace
My lover fell within the space
Transforming time to alter more
For my love I adore
Where silence beats the heart within
Louder in transitioning
Passion to evolve again
Dreaming in my art domain.
Bright Disco multi-colored dance floors
Flashing a mesh of many bright hues.
Mini skirts twirled above sexy
thighs, like shapely trees,
Sprouting out of thigh high boots
Lovely hair, perfect make up, too.
Men..so sharp, master dancers!
Clubs had smoking allowed with their
Circular rings adding to the ambiance.
The overwhelming joy of dance!
Rising to lofty sparkling ceilings,
Dancing until the break of dawn.
Ah, 'twas my dream, joy and inspiration
Music was magically different, then.
Flirting was the very best.
A game well played?
Your reward was the handsomest.
A lover, perchance a husband?
Let the music play forever
in my dancing soul.
Because when it stops~I will then be old.
Nights of freedom, much loving,
ebullient laughter.
You, me, those Chicago nights, forever after!
In my soul, forever do live.
Forever young, gossamer impressions...
August 20, 2020
2pm PST
DREAM HELPERS
In my dreams, tonight I will dance like crazy...
All around me, things getting sparkly and hazy.
Doing ecstatic rumbas, sambas, tangos~
Maybe a tall, iced drink with a fresh mango?
How about me in a long,turquoise sequined gown?
Such a fantasy,including of course, a sexy,and
handsomest Brazilian man in town!
Mi Corazon, in the diamond moonlight,
I will kiss your soft,strong yet loving hands!
In the Brazilian distance, the soft sound of a samba band!
Good Night,
Pangie xxxx
July 29, 2020
10pm PST
My grandson has a lot of tees
With Mario imprinted.
His sister wears her Ariels,
Her mermaid passion hinted.
Which made me think of certain shirts,
Quite popular back when
I though that Dr. Kildare
Was the handsomest of men.
They didn’t have his picture
But resembled what he wore
And how I wished I had one
Sitting in my dresser drawer!
In doctor-white, with buttons
Going neck-high up the side,
The wearer would be filled with
Fans of Dr. Kildare pride.
A classmate owned one and she wore it,
Showing off, at school.
Ironically, she found Ben Casey,*
M.D., much more cool.
Compared to tie-in clothes today,
A Dr. Kildare smock
Was rare enough that even E-Bay
Has not one in stock.
*Dr. Kildare and Ben Casey, M.D.
were two popular T.V. shows about doctors
in the 1960’s
Hey Diddle Diddle
My Little in his Middle
My Machu; My Pichu
Mommy loves you so much I could eat you
My Handsomest Man
You smell like a crayon
My Mammer; My Jammer
Your Uncle Peanut says you're from Alabammer
My Biggest Boy
You're like my biggest joy
My Littlest Dude
Always sweet and never rude
My Guy, My Pal, My Bestest Buddy
Without you around I just feel super cruddy
My Pika Pika Pikachu
Your Mommy really really misses you
Oh how I dream of the day when you, you're sisters and baby brother come home
But until then, Little One, Mommy has written you this very silly poem
Hard To Tell
We have two thoughtful cats that are calico
Who like following us wherever we will go
Both of them have become quite a pair
Always happy and no moments of despair.
There they are following behind us again
And calico ones are only allowed to be men
Can continually be on a constant quest
Which can possibly be the handsomest.
Stand in front of mirror and themselves adore
Sometimes staring outside when it starts to pour
Raindrops down in every different direction
Look into window and see their reflection.
What calico cat should we love the most?
Who are most popular from coast to coast
Deeper in love with them we further fell
Winner of contest has been hard to tell.
James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran and Poet
When I look in my mirror
What do I see
An older lady looking back at me
I don't go out dancing so I sit home alone
No one remembers no one even phones
I used to be the bell of the ball
now I sit home alone not even a call
My dance book was filled with the handsomest of men
Now i know that i will never see them again
You'd think that,that would bother me
Well you'd be o so wrong
Because I can smile and remember so clearly the dance and the song
Again I lookk in my mirror
And the wrinkles and the grey hair are all gone
So I turn on the music and dance and sing along
Because God gave me a special gift called memory
And as long as I can remember
I can always see
All the things that I used to be
The only one
My heart hopped,
Or I should say ‘stopped’,
I was shocked,
Because with me, he talked!
It’s me, the only one,
Whom he chose,
I’m the luckiest one on the earth,
It is like he has given me a red rose!
I was surprised, he’s so cute!
I stared at him, my voice mute,
It was like I was on cloud nine,
As if we were going to dine!
I was fully filled with glee,
The other girls did envy me,
He’s the handsomest, of all men,
And I said, “Yes, you can take my pen.”
The only one
My heart hopped,
Or I should say ‘stopped’,
I was shocked,
Because with me, he talked!
It’s me, the only one,
Whom he chose,
I’m the luckiest one on the earth,
It is like he has given me a red rose!
I was surprised, he’s so cute!
I stared at him, my voice mute,
It was like I was on cloud nine,
As if we were going to dine!
I was fully filled with glee,
The other girls did envy me,
He’s the handsomest, of all men,
And I said, “Yes, you can take my pen.”
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