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Poet Dimples
How can I please?
I am lost at sea!
I don't want to write poems,
that simply, are not me.
That's pure duplicity.
I won't sell out on me!
And, I am human, after all.
I do hear that non-stop siren call,
"Be popular", that's all!
That's the dichotomy,
I find myself in.
Like being in a circus,
Trying to make the crowd grin.
This poem so wonderfully
direct and simple,
It creates creases in my
attractive, poet dimples.
So, I find I only accept myself
as is,
And if others cannot?
Well then, it is, what it is!
Just write, do not sit here and rot!
August 11, 2019
What’s that ticking on the wall
Beating under the floor boards
Is that clock up to no good again
Is that a heart cut out and hidden
Someone is listening under cover
For sins committed in the dark
By sinister lovers pretty and fowl
Down and done in the private study
Partners in crime at this hour kiss
In the library where danger lurks
A quiet place for reading books
Not murder which is sure to hurt
Powers lurk after midnight mischief
Bright young faces reflect dim light
On mirrors that look but do not touch
Secrets revealed but kept incognito
Someone small with dimples soft crawls
From beneath his covers white and clean
Inquires of mom and dad directly please
Can I have a cup of water and a story
Parents should never lie to their children in bed
About cut out hearts stuffed under floor boards
All stories should begin with once upon a time
And end with living happily ever after them
Don't you love people like this?
With joyfulness,they do prance.
With dancing glimmering eyes,they give each sunrise a kiss.
And with life, they hold an everlasting.romance!
They relish you exactly as you are.
Also, seem led by a heart bubbling with humor.
You cherish them so, you don't want them to go too far.
They wink at themselves in a mirror.
Optimism sparkles in the dimples on their face.
Their personalities are wonderfully sweet.
They even serve your lunch with tactful grace.
Oh, send me a friend like this to meet!
3/1/2021
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Quatrains A,B,A,B
My Heart Skips a Beat
My hurt skips a beat at the
Mention of ur name
My mind blazes in flames whenever I think of you,
Just the smile of your pretty face forces me crack
The dimples that lie behind your fleshy
Cheek,
The majesty in your walk
Behold my hands make me feel like
a slave of your love
Let my legs run a thousand
Lovely assignments for you
Here is my tongue
Allow it to profess and attest
Your beauty in eulogy and harmony
To the world
I have nt seen yet,when my eyes have not gazed at your beauty
I can’t get my eyes off you
Seeing you doubles my lifespan
A day with you is like heaven
A holiday from hell
Dam what can I say
Am so privileged to enjoy this undeserving moments with a pearl from a place of unknown
What name can properly adore you.
You are more than just one
Rib to me
Your voice pours down with the
exciting symphony down my spine
Which rushes down my loins
And sets me high
Stay away from me lest let me die of thirst
I mean come closer and set me free
No,enslave me in your palms of
pleasure
A treasure hidden at the heart of the
Ocean for me
Let them perish those who hunger
For you
And forms an adversary to
My future.
Come rain,come shine
In every Disaster
You are meant for me
And if I die,I will await for you like a bachelor
At the other side,
And when death takes you first
A suicide will justify my love.
H2O the silent poet ??
There is no measurement for soul it cannot be touched nor felt
just as ignorance precedes sin so does knowledge before soul svelt
Intelligence can come in many forms for some its an obvious equation
agility of numbers, skillful hands, but I prefer the soar of the wise Falcon
When one is soulfully adept one can read people and understand hearts
bypass the mundane and experience the extra ordinary things such as art
Soul intelligence is given to the very few who have lived in search of truth
it is often seen in the old but sometimes we catch it in the eye of the youth
God mastered each soul precociously and devoted his time to perfection
he dimples the soul with his honorary monogram and solid perfection
No greater gift then that of a perfectly enlightened soul and sweet breath
like the rose in the ground the roots of the soul are firm until death
Then we become passengers of the heavens and go back to the gully
where the soul is refined and reformed then sent back with IQ decree.
You are the royal bubbles
In our eyes as your dimples
melt our plight hope we both find
In our minds
Princess
you are the essence
of our love
As our fate dissolves
In your very smiles
Is instilled precious chimes
A bouquet of sweet lullaby
only we can scribe
rare rhymes
from fable shines
are your delight
at night.
your sake
I shake
O baby my princess
of essences
when my succulent flesh of milkiness
flows into your milky teeth of goodness
My hand smoothens your cheek
On which vanilla colour fix
Golden laughter
sweetie you cluster
baby you are the heavenly soulmate
the Lord created till date
to be an heritage
to our earthly lineage.
Your pinky sapphire
shoes catches the desire
Of all who feels
your heels
O my bubu princess
Almighty God sent his angels in excess
colorfully paint you favour
to all your endeavor
our earthy royal measure
can scent your pleasure
You warm
In my arms
your eyes glow
winkles glow
I feel your calm
in my palms.
I see me
you feel me
1ST Place Win
BRIAN'S CHOICE N,any form,any theme
Here I lost in a midst Of darkest sky;
the plane I rested therein carry
me into the dark cloudiness, where
It all of a sudden vanished.
My soul deluges with haste
like the rain falling from
the blossomless sky. The stars that
are to rescue me are brittle;
throw at me their dimples smile
You-----you engulfed my smile
with your absorbing heart as
leaves engulfed in the months
of hottest sunshine. Your
warmth vows pore upon me icicles.
Here I bury my head,
hope you see me,
hope you see me in
amidst of abyssal lake
Originated from my eyes.
I am sinking
I am sinking.
Sitting here
Typing away
I’m brought back
To the days,
Ones long ago
When I brought you
Into this world,
Nineteen hours
Of labor,
Emergency surgery,
Exhaustion beyond
Anything I’ve
Ever experienced
Though…
It all disappeared
The moment
I held you
Striking blue eyes,
A gorgeous smile
Showing a set
Of dimples, which
Lit up
Your face, and
Made my day
Those same feelings
Took hold,
The second
I realized
You’ve changed
Drastically, from
My young boy, to
A young man
An adult,
Ready to
Spread his wings
And take flight,
Soaring into
The world,
Eighteen years of
Love, laughter, and
Guidance
Has proven
Your determination,
And inquisitive nature
Will assist you
In life,
This world
Is challenging,
But, deep inside, I know
You’ll prevail
Letting you go
Is possibly one
Of the hardest things
I ever had to do, but
Just know,
No matter what
Obstacles you face
I’m here,
Putting pen to page,
Rooting for you, and
For your future
My son,
Understand,
You and your sister,
Hold a special place,
In my heart,
Fills me to the core,
Brightens my day, and
Never goes away
Because
I LOVE YOU
My baby was born with beautiful
dimples and a lovely smile.
The nurse's adored her, "Can we
hold her for a little while?"
I remember when I held you
for the first time, close to me.
Your sleepy little yawns were
miracles to see.
Your life was so precious as I
looked into your innocent brown
eyes.
You gave me a wink followed by
a yawning sigh.
You moved your little fingers and
twitched your little nose.
MY emotions you created in me,
were of tears, love, and joy.
Your little giggles and smiley
stare.
Were magical moments that you
and daddy shared.
I put my pinky finger in your soft
little hand.
You squeezed it gently, and our
loving bond began.
I sang you a sweet soft Lullaby.
You yawned one more time, and
gently closed your eyes.
A precious gift was given to me
that night.
As I watched you, loving you,
till morning light.
Michael Tor 12/16/2015 Your Best Old Poem Updated Judy Konos Contest
Listless images swirl up from tangled seaweed.
Instead of going home to study
a youth stayed on at a topless bar.
This reoccurring nightmare is a parody,
a Dahliesque floor show of every
melting, pants down moment.
Unschooled for future-shock, ill-equipped
for long forgotten questions;
scruffy owls hoot in an empty lecture hall
as a mind reacts with a jittery dread.
A lost post-graduate thesis rides on a city bus,
passengers sit on it as they come and go;
the manuscript is deeply buckled
with butt cheeks.
No time to revise the unprepared.
Dimples of anxiety indent a head trip.
Despondency envelopes.
At any moment,
eyes will open above a pool of sweat,
then blink stupidly
as they have done - often and repeatedly
for the last 45 years.