Romance Language Poems

The cute little blushes,
every time we look at each other,
every time our friends tease us together.

The blood that rushed into my cheeks,
every time I think...

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I'm laughing that "laughter"
   does not rhyme with "daughter",
yet "fodder" (not "later")
   rhymes nicely with "water"?

It bothers me "bothers" 
 ...

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Gotta find me ah lov-ah
one who can understand
Gotta find me someone
Who'll let me be her Man
Gotta find me ah Luv-ah
one who keeps her love
strong
Gotta ind...

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I love the French and Italian languages…how their words seem to float on the air
and dance…that’s why they are often referred to as languages of...

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Perception is only 10% of understanding,
What the love language is.
The mistake we make is looking,
Inside of our heart finding complications and,
Misjudging the sincerity of the...

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Consumed by the constant rolls that play
Developed so well, recorded so well
Chasing the aroma that gently caresses the keys of the grand olfactory organs
Sinking into...

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Yesterday, on my morning walk, 
(as usual…this happens by chance) 
I wrote a poem about nature…
and her language of romance.

It was a short poem that...

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I do not speak another language…
I use to think, if I had the chance, 
I would choose French, Italian or Spanish…
you know…the languages of romance.

But...

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Enjoying myself, in a deserted world
Strolling down, unchaperoned.

Ran into someone, 
Who knew he would be my heaven.
Eyes locked, piercing eachother's soul.
When realization hitted, sorrys are...

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I love You in 5 Languages
David J Walker

How more than once 
A vestal dance 
A nights romance 
Gesticulates alone

Perchance we heard
The same music as we
Glanced...

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"Alpha Mnemonic"



Word
Image
without the image
no word

Language
a disease
communicable 
by mouth

Alpha from brain
Omega passed 
on her tongue
to yours

Ancient codex
genetically kissed
dispersed with
music intonation

gutteral 
romantic
cerebral 
never rehearsed

language
a virus formed
Mnemonic
from where...

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When Freedom Grows Cold
(not a nice poem)

One day the dogs will not bark. 
I/we will not be ready, 
as they will have failed...
to do all...

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Our Love Language

We have our own love language we both share
A squeeze of the hand, a half smile, a glance,
It’s the unspoken passion within our...

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Naughty
Bawdy
Gaudy
Haughty

Katya was a naughty, bawdy star
She seduced the gaudy, haughty czar...

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"Nature yields to artifice,
not artifice to nature."
Iain McGilchrist

Winning yields to lost and last identity,
not ego-loss to healthier winnings,
more ecosystemically robust.

LeftWing values for transparent
inclusive
democratic rights
more than...

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