Light Up Poems - Poems about Light Up

Soon after I reached adolescence, my father gave me a brief advisory on the pitfalls of feminine “geography” based on his personal experience. Dear boy, he began, if at all possible, keep your eyes pure and blind to all facets of a woman’s embodiment in particular her two most prominent, and unless you’re blind, I mean her breasts more so if they...

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I’d invite you and your wife to dinner but my wife’s cooking is, well, no winner. I guarantee that after the first bite my prediction will kill your appetite and in short time you’ll be speeding from your chair to the bathroom heaving. But if like me you had to sit and eat until your plate was clean of every morsel piled on...

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At this very moment I realize how much I love you, how amazing you truly are, That you don't want to just say what you mean, That you bleed what you believe, That your heart can't even reach that deep what you feel, You try so hard to show the real, This piece of my heart that never leaves, Because I...

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A teenager got stopped for speeding. Said the exasperated trooper aghast: “Didn’t you see the speed limit?” he inquired? “No,” said the teen, “it sped by me too fast.” ...

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A young lady from Shanghai was arrested not knowing why. “Your singing,” officials explained, “too high; neighbors complained.” At once she told the government she had a spheech impediment, and was only practiching to shing but denied she shang high. ...

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Inspired by “Poems and Poets” by Anne Winter “For once in my life, I want to be a poem” — Anne Winter If I were a poem could my poem be a poet? If such could be done who besides me would know it? If my poem—as a poet—wrote something new could I as a poem be the other poem too? Or would I...

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It sounds like a breakfast treat, but be forewarned: it’s not to eat. Your appetite may disagree; so, go ahead, take a bite and see. But my advice, if I were you, is get some jam before you do, or butter, if that’s your preference; it’ll make a big taste difference. And if organic is your latest thing here’s more advice worth hearing:...

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An apple a day keeps the doctor away is an old slogan still believed to this day. But surely a blunder, at the least a mistake given a bite of apple the first woman ate and plunged a promised paradise to doom turning a garden into an emergency room. ...

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The vanity of youth is at it’s height when its weight is carried light. It’s an accidental manifestation of another’s envious estimation. It’s lasting value, less than a mirage, disappears with bitterness into old age. To those who took the lie for truth when told in their vanity of youth must now in beauty’s absence live a lie impossible to forget or forgive. ...

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At a home for the elderly residents look like they might have been there for a century. There’s still hope for involvement if one still has good eyesight, looks, and functional “equipment.” Old age, desire, and strong hormones never sleep, at least not alone....

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Some men betray a basic skill when standing at a urinal. Aiming straight, apparently, doesn’t come easily or naturally – a basic lack of hand and eye coordination, apparently. But then some men don’t make a fuss of splattered shoes and trouser cuffs. ...

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Weathervanes were once practical indicators of matters meteorological – wind speed and direction, notably – found on house and barn roofs mostly. Nowadays of course they’ve rarely seen replaced by weathermen on TV screens. In winds of very high velocity they whirl and blurr to non-identity. And many a mortified pig whirling wildly like a whirligig has had it’s snout rammed...

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I hate to outfox him again but he is sweet and naïve and I am diabolical and competitive...

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Marcel Duchamp (French Dada artist, 1887 - 1968) Marcel Duchamp is most celebrated for a woman rushing down a stairwell naked, a painting critics mocked from the start as degenerate French modern art. Wives sighed relief she’s less than revealing so invited their husbands for a viewing. Duchamp painted her stripped of any garb apropos to the art of the time – avant garde...

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I saw it . . . A golden morning sun, Surfacing the crystalline ocean, Hanging high beyond the foggy horizon, It's my birthday!...

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