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Those deep brown eyes,
Reflecting the beauty of your soul!
That glimmered like a rain forest, old.
I see them now, reflecting the skies.
I knew you loved me, no surprise.
Those luscious lips, like honey sweet.
So intoxicating, a heavenly treat.
Souls bound in no hidden disguise.
Poets will read this and say “romantic.”
They never saw the stars’ reflection in
your sexy eyes.
Nor felt the warmth of your body and
thighs.
But stamping experiences it so pedantic!
You are a sparkling, sensitive soul.
A wise, cold, worldly, woman, I shall never be.
Because of the likes of the angelic, thee!
And expressing my feelings is always my
highest goal!
7/19/2021
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It’s Tuesday morning. I’d thought, until Leeza corrected me, that Thanksgiving was today.
“Thanksgiving always falls on Thursday, dorkus,” Leeza said Sunday, at breakfast (extirpating my hopes). “Besides, notice we haven’t been cooking?” She added.
“Good point.” I chuckled disappointedly.
Later, Lisa, Leeza and I had just got back from the pool where we saw John Krasinski and Emily Blunt. Leeza told me that Paramount studios has a condo, somewhere - on the 29th floor - where celebs stay (When you don’t know where something is, it’s on the mysterious 29th floor). Peter missed it. He didn’t join us because it’s a saltwater pool and it stings his warm but delicate, deep brown eyes.
I wondered what Peter was doing - push-ups on the balcony or something probably. Who knew he exercised so much? There’s a whole state-of-the-art gym but he likes exercising outdoors. I checked and yeah, there he was, on the balcony in the 46° wind, doing curls or something with elastic bands.
I sipped on some of Karen’s (Lisa & Leeza’s mom) nummy spiced-cinnamon-apple-cider and watched him for a few delicious minutes. Peter really is kind of fire, I decided. Then I popped my head out, “Come shower, Lisa wants to go out,” I announced. He just nodded and began packing up. I ran for my room to shower first (we share a shower).
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Webster: Extirpate: “to destroy completely”
Slang..
dorkus = clueless moron
fire = hot, exciting, greater than normal great*
Oh God, I can't help it, can I?
I'm losing my mind.
I lost myself in you,
you gave me new reasons to giggle.
So pathetic I am,
laughing and rolling around in bed like a 5-year-old baby girl with her new doll she gets.
It's crazy what you do to me, and you don't even know —
it's a secret I hold onto tight,
’cause deep in my heart it matters so much it makes me cry.
I don't understand where this began.
Maybe somewhere between your smile and a conversation we had.
I have never felt this much of everything I know.
The happiest cries I don't show.
Your deep brown eyes I don't look into because of fear,
fear of getting lost in you.
And to get lost in you isn't the fear itself.
It's that maybe your brown eyes look into mine and can't rest.
I can't even think about you losing yourself like me,
all because of these feelings I get,
lost hope I seek.
I wake up in a room all white and bright,
I don't remember anything.
All I feel is pain ,
Then she walks in the room,
A woman with a kind smile,
She has the touch of an angel,
And the voice of a saint.
You trust her.
I get lost in her deep brown eyes.
She looks familiar like I know her.
She touches my cheek reassuring,
Me that everything will be ok, I smile.
She tells me they're was an accident.
I mean and I say it hurts.
She gives me a shot that fills,
My body with joy and takes the pain away.
She is my angel as I drift off to sleep.
I'm just waking up as I hear the doctor say,
It will be ok the memory will come back.
I open my eyes and I see her,
I'm glad because I know who she is.
I love her, I feel her love and her sadness.
I wake up saying, Cam.
She runs to my bed smiling,
You remember,
I look at her saying,
Of course I do your the love of my life.
Then I see the tears falling,
And I touch her cheek.
Dedicated to all those loved ones,
In hospitals all over the world,
Not knowing just praying that,
Their loved ones will be ok.
I will plunge my hands into the deep brown earth
To pluck the wild, velvet flowers,
And wait for you to teach me how to bind them—
An art I only want to learn from you.
I’ll lay them upon your hair, a quiet crowning,
Claiming you as the sovereign of my world,
And though I’ll never tell you the burning reason why,
My eyes will say it all.
I’ll watch you climb toward the sky,
And steal a thousand pictures of your joy,
Until the bark makes your palms tremble
And you fall back into the waiting grass.
I will tumble down beside you,
So my hands, too, carry the sting of the wood,
Both of us marked by the same adventure,
Your arms lifting me as we fall together.
When you press your lips to my forehead,
My cheek, my nose, or my hands,
I will hold my breath,
Pretending it’s just a casual thing you do,
Even when my heart tells me
It’s the only holy thing I know.
I miss you…
I miss your deep brown eyes
Like chocolate kisses on your beautiful face
I miss your warm smile; it may not have lit up the room
But it certainly lit up my heart
I miss your long dark hair I used to play with so much
I miss your hands that I held in my own so often
I miss your lips that left a delicious watermelon taste on mine
I miss coming over at midnight, even if I had to walk
I miss everything about you, the way you’d bite my lips
I even miss the way you said my name with your beautiful accent
I miss the way I was when I was with you, I miss being happy
I miss driving around with your friends, even though we were alone
I miss your unwavering loyalty, and my own loyalty to you
I miss the way we used to hug, you in my arms
I miss the way we’d fight, yes even the way we used to fight
I’d take a million more fights with you then not being with you
I miss the way you would comfort me, even unknowingly
I just miss you
when I met him I was dizzy with love
swept off my feet in a cloud of pure lust
I had butterflies in my tummy
totally discombobulated
I think he used some hocus-pocus on me
oh I abandoned all self control for this man
those deep brown eyes had me drowning
his sublime deep voice was captivating
it was hopeless to fight
I really should'a read the fine print
he whispered sultry sweet things in my ear
he caressed my hair
and I told him I loved him hopelessly
and I am pretty sure he felt the same
because he soon asked me to marry him
I do- we both said
we promised to love each other forever
till death do us part
well I really should'a read the fine print
because forever was only a few years
it seems God had another set of directions
and our love was to be erstwhile and fleeting
it was written in the book of life
and it was sudden and sorrowful
then he was gone
only a name engraved in stone cold to be
now I am left in a labyrinth twisting and turning
my forever is a forever grief
I really should'a read the fine print
but would it have made a difference
could I have turned away from my love
even if I knew the ending
in that fine print that needed a magnifying glass
to read- no
would have loved him anyways
I carry red roses to his tomb
under an infinite motionless blue sky above
I walk a path that winds like a river
in dreams I hold him to my heart
and weep for what was in the fine print
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April 12, 2016
Free Verse
For the contest, I Really Should'a Read The Fine Print,
sponsor, John Lawless
First Place
Anti-Poem – “At The Hollywood Plaza With Eddie And Dolores”
(Poet’s Instruction – Kindly play “You Can’t Be True, Dear,” by Ken Griffin, 1946, while reading).
she be smelling mighty good my dolores
she be my mexican chick from silver lake
man her deep brown eyes hypnotize me
her momma say she like me and my ford
I be driving a red ’46 super deluxe coupe
my catholic beads be hanging down from
the rearview mirror they tap like dancers
tonight she be dressed for eating burgers
my dolores she and her tight green dress
we be cruising the miracle mile for shows
when she say she want to see cary grant
i say you mad girl but let’s go to the plaza
in hollywood we can sit close in the lobby
we can listen to the organ music and kiss
maybe we see cary grant walking by there
maybe your big dream come true tonight
now we be kissing under fiery chandeliers
the flashy famous people be passing us by
the organ whining from a distant corridor
howling like a ghost in a greasy graveyard
my sweet dolores she be asking the time
when a pretty woman she sits down by us
i’m thinking she be a star at last i say hello
the blue-eyed babe she smile back at me
a red flower be pinned to her brown curls
here on a date she say to us smoking now
my babe say we be waiting for cary grant
now the girl say we might wait a long time
she say she saw him once at the florentine
she say he even tipped her a five dollar bill
man her deep blue sky eyes hypnotize me
now she say her date is outside in a sedan
be careful she say hollywood can be cruel
the organ music still be playing in whispers
moaning like pale ghost girls in a neon fog
Genghis eats well, wants his treats and is drinking water
but he coughs a lot, a husky dry long coughing spell
The vet said he has heart failure, got pills for him
Another appointment in a month
When he coughs I hold him head up high and it seems to help
He seems frustrated when he wants to bark at Sassy and Kublia
for having too much fun and he ends up coughing
Ruins his little bossy image
Last night after he started coughing I picked up
the little fellow and placed him on my chest
he slept well.
I forget when he came to me, I think he's fourteen
I was hoping he could make sixteen healthy
I got Sassy cause I knew my boys time was not long
She will help the pain of losing one or both
Sassy is a ball of energy yet still shy
Kublia is my big cotton ball fuzzy wuzzy
who is really fuzzy and plump
Genghis is a special dog
One whose personality dominates
I never had anything ever love me as much is that little dog
and I love him too.
He is obsessed with me and does not want to share me
Always in the window watching for my return
Always welcoming me with cries of joy
standing on his hind legs with his front paws
spread to hug me
I spoiled him rotten and he spoiled me
I will miss him so
But I am grateful to have him for a little while longer
The beginning of goodbye
Genghis such a cute little long tail, long leg, big perky ears
long hair, cute snot black dog
with deep brown eyes and large black pupils
that see right through you
Who you barking at?
In heaven he will give the angels fits
I know he will be watching for me
Genghis my spoiled dog, heaven will love you.
He wore a cloth white shirt accompanied
by a leather vest
with brown, baggy trousers full of dirt
tucked into rugged boots for best fit.
Deep, brown eyes and delectable pouty lips,
hidden under new morning scruff,
brush the surface of the mug he sips.
It did not hinder that he was handsome enough
to have the single women flirtatiously give him
what he wanted
with lips the color of rose and in boustiers they flaunted.
His cup-hilted rapier was secured tightly at his hip
as the seagulls squawed and the children stared
at the incoming ship.
The sun was setting along the horizon
casting a pink and yellow mist
silhouetting the wind and sails as they kissed.
The euphoria of the scene was so serene
in the sound of breaking water,
placid and pleasant on the dock he leaned
like animal about to slaughter.
He eyed the ship and was taken aback
as the captain then emerged.
There was no beauty she did not lack
for it was beyond any words.
Alluring eyes, strawberry lips, and ivory face
only accentuated her elegance and deadly grace.
A billowy blouse massaged her body, while
a sash at the waist pronounced femininity.
Supple boots adorned her thighs
as a fine diamond upon a finger.
Her sensual smell would leave you hypnotized
and her presence would forever linger.
The lady pirate and her crew needed a place to stay.
He gave her a word of warning and until the break of day.
He needed no more trouble for his already tired mind.
He would no hesitate to kill, for he did not like their kind.
He sat against the wall of a tavern,
the cold stones marking his skin,
as the thoughts of her began to burn
from every part within.
The aroma of fresh pies filled the air
strewn across a never ending table.
The atmosphere was that of a fair
enticing the least of the hungry and able.
He saw a shadow from around the wall
and gripped his sword in a haze
She stood solid and fearless as he began to crawl
and looked up to meet her gaze.
To be continued....