On warm nights when even silence hears
a pin drop, a cricket's sound;
the stiletto red heels of Ella start chasing
vulnerable hearts already committed,
while their darlings
are left in bed crying.
Stiletto heels aren't comfortable,
they make a lot of noise...
clattering on those cobblestone streets
of the sea city, where a drunk guy winks
at the sexpot of Venice...
crossing bridges built with marble stone.
Ella chases vulnerable hearts
that are already committed to others,
and as long as they are satisfied,
she feels no heavy guilt inside.
Night ladies adore red stiletto heels,
they hustle for money to buy rubies;
they add another name to their long list,
no victim will ever escape their threat.
she wore heels that were three feet tall
no longer small, no longer small
men backed away, when she came to town
intimidated, their faces swiftly went down
she passed a giraffe and patted his head
I had bed head too, he told his bunkmate Fred
Her ponytail is seen above the rooftops today
Stilt-like heels give her a view of people six blocks away
silver stilettoes
raising her to horse height
loud clip clop noises
seen by everyone
a jiggle to her wiggle
the high heel waltz
I can't quite recall who introduced us
perhaps it was Andrea
or maybe it was Roy
But...
for me it was love at first sight!
I have to admit you were not my usual type
but oh boy your personality won me over
and I was howling with laughter in your company
I studied your form intently
especially the cheeky bits!
It was obvious from the start that you were short
but what you lacked in length
you made up for in so many other ways!!!
It didnt take long for me to perfect my technique
and I really had a blast!
Day or night I couldn't get enough of you
It was a case of
any time
any place
any where
In our early days
I'd toss and turn in bed
often waking in the wee small hours
but I was always thinking of you
Sadly, over recent months
my passion for you has waned
in fact, some days I seldom give you a second thought
Limericks, you will always be my poetry love
But by using chat GP and plagiarism
some poets here have stolen the joy from my heart
by creating you at the push of a button!
HEELS ON A GOLDEN RAINY DAY
Bouquet in hand, a bride of dreams.
She strides with pride through mirrored stones,
Past a suit and hat that pause to glance
As her skirt sways in moonlit dance.
How can I tell if you really care?
How can I know you'll always be there?
There've been so many times in the past
I've had relationships that didn't last.
I don't know if I can go through this again,
I'm not sure that it's worth all that pain.
I managed to keep all the others at bay.
I even found that I liked it that way.
The freedom to do exactly as I choose,
there was no way I could possibly lose.
I called the shots, it was my show and
if you didn't like it , you knew where to go.
the last thing I wanted was to get involved,
but somehow in spite of my resolve,
you've gotten through, god only knows how.
so it doesn't matter what I do now.
I'm in love with you, like it or not.
All I can do is give it my best shot.
Said he, “Life is but a short journey, a dead end at best and over all too fast,
but along the way admire the view, enjoy the ride while it may last.
No ifs ands or buts, there are no shortcuts, we all fall by the same sword
and the race well run, from the starting gun, is its own reward.
The turning of the wheels wounds all heels, and in time, all wounds it heals,
so fill your heart for until you do, you're merely filling time
meanwhile the dial is really killing you.
As all you have is the now and here,
learn to burn the midnight oil, while down the drain the days disappear.
Can't stop the sands, hold the hands of time, or turn back the clock,
you won't see the same mistakes or heartaches
if you look at love as the key, and life as the lock.
For there is no daylight savings, as time awaits no man,
if time is money, no matter how much you save, you'll spend all you can,
doing this and doing that, to pass the time of day,
and there right before your eyes, the time of your life will pass away.”
Height 6'1", checked.
Waist a breath, legs a line,
checked.
Horned jaws, a sharp decree,
checked.
Weight, a feather's fallacy,
checked.
Groomed, primed, pinched,
poked,
A porcelain doll to be arrayed
before the hungry gaze of
vultures.
A spectacle, framed and bright,
Fascination of the surface.
This is what life on heels looks
like, my dear.
The longer you spend on it,
the more unbearable.
The brighter you shine, the faster
you burn.
Stay too long on these sharpened
stakes,
And bone yields, the spirit breaks.
A wound unseen, a silent tear,
Scars from the heels are hard to
heal.
I strolled my garden on a day so fair,
and lo, a sad spider was sitting there.
I found that I could commiserate
with the little guy whose legs were eight.
Imagine, my friend, how it feels
to have so many Achilles heels.
A silent, deadly virus
Corruption spreads its stain
Infecting the healthy sectors
Twisting the threads of our governance.
It carves deep holes where plains once lay
And builds up hills on flat ground everyday.
Even when good is meant to be
A palm must be greased to set it free
A bribe to make breathing easy
Turning virtue into frail hypocrisy.
Corruption walks hand in hand with governance
Erasing every noble trace
Leaving behind a trail of disgrace.
(I only thought about becoming a serial killer)
I am laid back even when
Standing on the loped off shoulders
Jereremy the ant
Jeff the ant
All the j
Auntie dissed establishment tarry
I like ism’s
Rembering my romance with
Shakespeare get Gogh
paint my words with S paces
nearly fillled
Along ago there was a go
Why isn’t it jiant
I got flow
that’s
Below
low
shall
Owned
Dethroned
the choking chicken
Bone
Stop bre ………………. dths
Breath threads
History……….. …………………………. Me
It’s left and right side
Sipping like a teacup sip
slipped the rice
In bowled over
Yet
teY be knotted
oar not two bees
Take it ease
ly squeezely
like flies
wiped by the breeze
Water view without you
At least not in the flesh
But in my mind and heart combined
Are thoughts of you afresh
With dreams of us together
Sharing things we love
Never saying never
To the hope thereof
Come dawn with me at Montauk
We'll watch the great sun rise
From over the Atlantic
To brighten morning skies
Then we'll catch an airplane
And take it way out west
To sit by the Pacific
The sunsets there are best
I'd always keep you wondering
You'd never know what's next
Surprises are my specialty
But I'm not that complex
I am a little crazy
But crazy about you
And all these things I think of
Are things that I would do
To get a great big smile
Or just a tiny kiss
So that you'd know I love you
Is why I'd do all this
From smallest little efforts
To great thoughts for you towards
For me to know you like them
Is the greatest of rewards
Drop the Needle on the Record
And that sweet soul music blast
" Baby "
Sorry
" Grandad "
A relic now from a previous age
And when you do and it begins
Listen very carefully to whence it starts
To that beautiful cracking sound it makes
And just sit back relax
As it slowly takes and makes you
drift further back and back in time
And in doing so triggers fresh new
memories you though you lost and
who you had left behind
And makes you feel both happy and
youthful once again
Maybe reminding you of your first love
very first dance
Who they were and where you met them
And what it felt like once upon a time
to be young and fall in love for the very
first time
You choose as the song to dance with
your wife at your wedding
The very same cracking noise that
enters and plays out in your head
Which you are left with on repeat and
tenders your mouth dry and speechless
When you are truly dumbstruck in
the presence of someone you not
only just like
But probably have already fallen head
over heels and deeply in love with
I woke up with a tickle in my heart
And shine in my eyes
The day was as marvelous as the flower cart
As if the bee got the nectar after many tries
The trees were singing as if for me
The paper was inviting
I took my pen and we
Started our journey of writing
Today not only me
But my heart was smiling too
I think I saw what I couldn't see
In myself under the marvelous blue
And as soon it was dusk
I took out my heels from the shelf
And in no time I created a busk
Because today I was proud of myself
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