How absolutely delightful to watch the sun sets
And all around above the sea and the beach
Some famous painter swipe everywhere in gold.
Soon night will fall and all-around bars will light up.
We walk hand in hand along the jam-packed beach,
Until we stop at the farthest end of the sandy nook.
There soft waves grace our feet and the summer heat
Relieves us delicately as we admire the tranquil bay.
Time passes in tranquility disturbed by the occasional kiss.
Sailing boats sail the Amalfi Bay, flags flying the Italian flags.
Soon we depart to Antonio, famous seafood chef.
We will sample spaghetti, with fresh clams sautéed
In olive oil, garlic, white wine, and parsley. As for wine,
Only the best: "Fiorduva": considered the Amalfi crown jewel.
Satiated from our delicious food, we return to our hotel
Accompanied by the melodious songs animating
From the thrill of a hundred guitars.
One and Only
Only Pornstar
My kitty’s fav
Inserting him
Make me screaming
Squirt loudly
While peaking
Thinking about you
Sliding in all night
That’s the reason
For not sharing
My kitty’s portrait, love
I will be due to that
All day and night wet
You are the only clue
In the queue
My darling deja- Vu
Best Alchemist Therapist
Joy and Toy for my ********
You’re the only one
On this Earth
Allowed to slide in
Enjoying pleasure
Hyped- up desiring
Our sex-testing
Jam-packed with
Love making – feast
Equal to wildest dreams
I am your mistress
A chained wild beast
A hungry thirsty
Longing for the most
Arousing first kiss
On my hissing lips
Oh, drive me please where I can gaze
Upon the fields of sheep a’graze
Or taking time to dream and laze
On blankets green and grassy.
So far from New York’s jam-packed roads
With cars and semis schlepping loads,
Ignoring all the traffic codes,
The drivers bold and brassy.
A bold reminder are the sheep
That every baa instead of beep
Allows your soul the chance to keep
Its outlook soft and sassy.
Admired by many from afar,
especially in jam-packed bar;
must include a fair derriere.
How he stirred his tea is his affair.
Any amount of shove and push,
like a beating about the bush,
will drive him up sanity’s wall.
It’ll make his coming out to stall.
More than the sum total of parts.
Eyebrows are raised at broken hearts.
Like flotsam, affairs jettisoned
and much of the jetsam yet to stoned.
The episode at Walt’s party,
back in the day of drink hearty,
where Mickey and Minnie romped
on the screen amongst feet stomped.
Giving his due: He’s debonair
and goes through life without a care.
His Free Will not ever questioned,
and compassion not sessioned.
If passion weighed up against norm
and he’s expected to conform,
what message do others relate?
Their self-loathing must abate.
a clown
in town
purpose
circus
jam-packed
in fact
a mime
at nine
fun night
done right
fabulous fabricated forlorn frenzied Franciscan fable
garnered garrulous geese gathered at Gloria’s gable
harboring a hangout for a hunter with Achille’s heel
identifying idiosyncrasies that are less than ideal
juggling jam-packed jokesters without a good joke
Keeping an eye out for kibitzers and kindly kinfolk
like-minded Lilliputian with a lullaby I like
manifesting mystical magic, then throwing down the mike
We try to do some local things
Whenever we’re away,
Although we’re clearly tourists
On a short and jam-packed stay.
So we signed up for a cooking class
And watched a chef prepare
Gumbo, jambalaya and pralines,
Some Cajun-Creole fare.
It all was most delicious
And Chef Austin was the best.
We left there more than satisfied
And happily impressed.
Not needing any dinner,
We checked out some local jazz,
Where Tom Hook, a piano player,
Entertained us with pizzazz.
It’s wonderful to have a chance
To try out something new
As a little break before you’re back
To what you always do.
jim-dandy jingoist’s jolly jargon
jeopardizes jittery Jerry’s jiffy jurisdiction.
Jubilant joyful jongleur jerks judge Jones’
judgement. jam-packed jury jeers joyfully
a jabberwocky.
I wish I was a better man and lived a normal life,
It was not hard to be a gent,
And look after your wife.
I never married my partner,
like I said I would one day,
I wasn't even any good to remember her birthday.
I had it all a future jam packed with lots of cheer,
I owe all that to one great girl cause she was so sincere.
She planned all our adventures,
She never got it wrong,
Even when she was so ill she managed to stay strong.
Couped up in bed she never ceased to show her skills in planning,
Even if to ill to come she'd book a week caravaning.
It's now she's gone I find it hard to step into her shoes,
To even think of such a thing,
I know I would just lose.
Amóre; what is that, he wondered,
before, before her, before the raw
Circean glimpsed across the buzzing
dance crazed rhythmic beating pulsing room.
Erudite, perniciously droll his
father was, he could have been, the old
generation, but not him, no sir;
he was master of the universe.
It took a while to traverse the room,
jam-packed with hot, febrile bodies in
karezza writhings, bodies touching;
love, or lust, on their minds and on his.
"May I?" "May you what?" She taunted;
neither spoke; both stared. His head bowed in
obeisance, bright red shoes his focus.
Power shifted, as both knew it would.
Quarry now the huntress, wolf killer
relishing command, his submission.
Slowly, mischievously; a wink; words;
"take me to your room, this moment, now
undress me; like you have already."
Vainglorious once; now, kin to a
witless fool, he stood, helpless; she stared;
x-rayed him with her cold steel-blue eyes;
"you're blushing," she whispered. The words like
zephyrs softly caressing his face …
Do not watch the six o'clock news
If you want to live a carefree life
It'll bring you down, beat the crap outta ya
It's like being stabbed with a knife
Just hearing about all the stuff that goes on
You'll wanna set up camp in the woods
Not a bad idea when you really think bout it
Much happier in all likelihood
Now this is turning out to be quite a downer
That was not my original intention
Always think positive is what I usually say
A smile was the greatest invention
I'm sure there aren't many cynics on The Soup
So I don't think this will be scoffed at
Poets have a feel for the right path to choose
The one filled with love jam packed
So do not watch the six o'clock news
It's always about the lunatic fringe
Look at your loved ones and tell 'em you care
Invite them on a friendly love binge
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My time to shine I remarked
before the main event,
Had to make it all worthwhile
big dollars they had spent.
The final act all jam-packed
with talent overload,
Pleased by my performance
the role I played when glowed.
Sung real loud to the crowd
in tune without a flaw,
They wooed me and renewed and
encored me for more.
My tap dance was extraordinary
striking, stomping, tapping,
Captivated, dominated
energetic clapping.
Twas then I thought I made it
finally was famous,
To be a part of work in art
one must be courageous.
Was inspiring and sheer stunning
the best of all about,
Then, the audience stood dumbstruck...
my bosom just fell out.
The sonnets I’ll be writing about cinnamon would probably not what anyone told you. Yes, it is not that sweet, spicy-hot scent that dispersed throughout soft air. He loathed it. Its smell doesn’t seem crisp and cheery for Drake. Just the thought of it brings him headache, irritating beyond measures.
Some would find that brownish compound to be exciting, reminding them of their joyful family meals. His, was a heavy night with blooming orchids having bladed flowers. Intoxicating. Spreading through the sheets of his foolish yesterday when morning wakes up in heavy black eyes. And yeah, he still believes that sometimes tomorrow isn’t something you look forward to… because days can be illiterate, too. Somber. Discriminating. The world sometimes chooses people to sniff the petals of the moon, then some get a whiff of blood, broken ribs and bruised arms while a jam-packed of delish cuisines were served in an elegant table. Now, tell him where on earth can a kid lives jovial and fair?
From the book “Scentsibility”, an Amazon Best Seller
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