I must have kissed one hundred lips
before I wed my wife
I guess I was a lucky guy
to live this extraordinary life
When I try to think 'bout all those girls
So many cross my mind
I can't believe it took me so long
for that perfect one to find
A Gigolo, no...that wasn't me
I just wanted to try a taste
Most those kisses I was young
Knew I had time to waste
There were a couple that I have dated
For just a week or two
I might have even forgotten some
Heck, one might have just been- you (lol)
Yes, I lived a wonderful life
But my "new" kissing days are done
The last kiss I'll taste is from my wife
Damn, she makes 1-0-1
Categories:
hundred and one, humorous,
Form: Rhyme
Your eyes are the ocean Your hair is the sun, in the path of this love i have broken my knees for a hundred times next time it will be one hundred and one.
Categories:
hundred and one, hair, ocean, sun,
Form: I do not know?
Violated nest
Flowers arrive before bees
Blind wreckless progress
Categories:
hundred and one, mystery, nature,
Form: Haiku
Casarah wants us to write happy
That’s not an easy job
My fickle muse has left me
She’s turned into quite a snob
She won’t let me write a poem that’s funny
Not even a short limerick
Now my world is dark not sunny
I’m feeling a little bit sick
So I’ve locked her in a cupboard
She’s wailing and creating a fuss
Her plans to gag me are scuppered
I’ve just GOT to write humourous
My capricious muse is locked away
I can hear her starting to cry
I’ll let her out one day
That doesn’t end with a Y!
Contest One hundred and one words - CHECKED WITH WORD COUNTER
Sponsor Casarah Nance
31st August 2015
Categories:
hundred and one, happy, humorous, muse, poetry,
Form: Rhyme
One hundred and one miles between.
A distance far more than the usual,
but not enough to lose the connection.
While I wait, wondering when I'll get that to feel
that next caress or that next kiss,
I can only dream what of the future may hold.
A longing to see someone so dear,
to feel his skin,
to smell his cologne,
to hear his voice,
to be held in his arms,
to make him laugh and feel as good as myself.
One hundred and one miles between
and our love still grows,
awaiting for an even more beautiful blossom
that will never wilt over.
Categories:
hundred and one, love, longing,
Form: Free verse