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What is beauty to me?
Beauty is the walk of a woman in heels
The swing and sway of her hips
The subtle uncertainty of her steps
The vulnerability in her eyes
As she feels all the staring eyes
Devouring her beauty
There is nothing more charming
Than the little girl look in her eyes
As she enjoys the attention
But at the same time is uncomfortable
In the role of a seductress
What is beauty to me?
The sweet woman smell as she approaches
Nothing in the whole world
Either natural or manufactured
Can even come close to equaling
This ravishing potion that says love
In no uncertain terms, the message comes through
Loud and clear without a word being spoken
As males of the species
We are uncontrollably under her spell
What is beauty to me?
Woman!
Who can find an excellent woman?
She is worth far more than rubies.
~Proverbs 30:10
I am on the near edge of seventy decades of living,
and as a wise man once said what others think of me
is none of my business and I no longer
care to know, I have learned to simply be.
I am not a delicate equation anymore,
waiting for someone to create a solution
equaling his expectations at the expense
of mine, my value is worth many rubies.
I desire to continue in singular contentment
with my close family nearby to keep tabs on me~
Google AI recognizes that even though
I am not well known I exist.
Court hiss sea hove The Irish Times,
this hum mere ruck can bloke
kin esse spy climb mitt till impact
desiccation ravaging with choke
hold thee aim rilled isle,
which haint ok key doke
cuz won hoot rook froom sun
whelps like heretic burned at stoke!
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More to the point (meaning jaw
ken minus **** faux
hackney poetic strung bow
Willy Wonka barely understandable
twanged and twinged) accent
hen reed how, accomplishment
in garnering alarming
news-worthy ailment
while this Unit Aryan ensconced
within beef hoar tee four comfortably
numb burred battlement,
here at Highland Manor,
I pay (if totally tubularly pennies rolled)
approximately equaling bedazzlement
17,500 viz copper cent,
per month gratuity clement,
sans Grosse and Quade
associates co-management
offered rental assistance congruent
(predicated on social security disability)
to occupy one bedroom
apartment kept air
conditioned 60°Fahrenheit
perfect for concupiscent
activity, albeit unfortunately marriage
shot thru with celibacy
suppressed sexless existence
more difficult to control
than catching a tiger by the tail,
hence this damned delinquent dependent
Dickensian dada cooly cruising thru
cyberspace espying embodiment,
how measurable heating up
Gaia, i.e. Mother Earth (she) evinces
no illusory figment, and just by a fluke,
the spontaneous Google search,
keyed revealed tumy mine eyes,
wretched webpage showed
stark rising temperature gradient
Dublin, Ireland experiencing
worst drought since
records began 168 years ago
where Irish Water (utility)
warned Dublin would run out of water
in 70 days, a “worst-case scenario”
necessitating hyper-efficient
protocols immediately inherent.
Kill a love
There are times when I feel like just leaving you alone,
But there are times I don’t want to be here all on my own;
But I know if we keep on, keep going on,
I can be right there with you when things go right
And when things go wrong.
I hang out with the losers and the freaks;
I love those people, they are just like me.
Why are you so cruel?
Why did you treat me like a fool?
Why do I care about anybody in this world?
I’m going to see you as a star and pick you apart;
I love you with all my heart, but to destroy is to create art.
To kill a love is to tear apart a connection.
One plus one equals love; this is what they call a misconception.
One plus one equals the possibility of two equaling love,
But it is not a definite answer to the question.
What happens when you put two people who love each other together?
I’m sorry the answer is not they stay together forever.
Kill me please; my life is a tragic comedy,
Written by the Devil and acted out by Jim Henson.
Love was my all, now it is just another word,
I have become the killer of love, I have become another version.
Version 2.0, the new me I became;
I have changed from lover of love to the death of hearts.
I live in a hole of endless pain,
I must kill love; I must banish it to the stars.
(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
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Vines upon the tombstones weave their fingered laced design
Smothering the dates of those beneath
Gravesites feed the thicket with its thorns of razor twine
Wrapped mosaic patterns like a wreath
Here of heavy mist a ghostly figure sets his sight
Silhouetted by a lonely glare
Even still the moon doth hide enveloped by the night
Every movement he is now aware
Standing midst the shadows with his sickle at his side
Looking to the noose, this crooked tree
Hanging from a branch a man of darker color died
Only cause he hoped for more to be
Blood collects the lawn down there below the evil deed
Staining every dripping blade of grass
Hate, he knows full well hath come along to plant the seed
Time is not enough for it to pass
Following the tracks the earthly mud has held complete
Looking to the distance through the rain
Taking on the pathway painted lone in lost defeat
Pushing far aside the constant pain
He is the collector of the souls this place hath born
Not of those who gasped their final breath
For the one who tied the knot so tightly that was worn
Equaling the score, death for a death
Pausing midst the granite carved of names long since deceased
Sharpening his blade of serpent’s tongue
Staring towards the passages these lives atoned released
Dressed in caustic dreams of those so young
Flee with every ounce of strength your body can create
Slowly he shall walk along this way
Nowhere shall be far enough, for now it is too late
He hath come to take your life away
What beauty is to me
It's the walk of a young woman in heels
The swing and sway of her hips
The uncertainty of her steps
The vulnerability in her eyes
As she feels all the staring eyes
Devouring her beauty
There is nothing more charming
Than the little girl look in her eyes
As she enjoys the attention
But at the same time is uncomfortable
In the role of a seductress
What beauty is to me?
The sweet woman smell as she approaches
Nothing in the whole world
Either natural or manufactured
Can even come close to equaling
This overwhelming potion that says love
In no uncertain terms, the message comes at you
Loud and clear without a word being spoken
As males of the species
We are uncontrollable under her spell
What beauty to me?
Woman!
© Jack Ellison 2014
She Is
She is...my hope for...my everything that I adore...my live for my die for my laugh with my cry for...my want more...my look for...my could be better half...my must have...my algebraic...math equation..equaling the solution to my love starvation...
my think about...my shout it out...my help cry out...my hand in hand walking mean..man...she is my Queen...
She is my learned love mentor my hopeful meant for
(can i walk with you...talk with you...lay with you...stay with you...grow old
and gray with you...laugh with you...cry with you...die with you smile with you...
oh so special you...look up to the sky with you I mean oh my I just want to try....forever I wanna be your guy...).....my kid creator....no one greater...it's her.. she is..my there she is...but where is she? who is she? I mean...
who could she be...? I realized that I may never know her...cause I thought
I met her many times before...feeling secure...in my heart...cause of the love they gave I was so sure our love was pure...so sure...that my love was finally found...
but instead..a whole in my love boat nothing left to do but drown...
By: Peter T. DeSpirito
What is beauty to me?
Beauty is the walk of a woman in heels
The swing and sway of her hips
The subtle uncertainty of her steps
The vulnerability in her eyes
As she feels all the staring eyes
Devouring her beauty
There is nothing more charming
Than the little girl look in her eyes
As she enjoys the attention
But at the same time is uncomfortable
In the role of a seductress
What is beauty to me?
The sweet woman smell as she approaches
Nothing in the whole wide world
Either natural or manufactured
Can even come close to equaling
This ravishing potion that says love
In no uncertain terms, the message comes through
Loud and clear without a word being spoken
As males of the species
We are uncontrollably under her spell
What is beauty to me...
WOMAN!!!
Daedalus And Icarus
E'er thee an apparatus means to fly,
Ye equaling a part of chambered lofts,
Bestow upon thee that preoccupy,
Serendipitous thou challenges softs.
Ye, Crete's labyrinth denotes completion,
I shalt ere thee pleasure my dream to be,
Near its end, I urged sage words to my son,
Abandon naught for the gods watch o'er thee.
Ne'er neareth sea lest moisture heft thee down,
Go naught neareth Sun whilst thee is in flight,
Ere the wax in thy wings melt and ye drown,
Heed naught, heat melted, he sank in the bight.
Daedalus wept the loss of Icarus,
Goddess Nemesis said due to hubris.
2020 February 27
Howmanysyllables;
14 lines x 10 syllables per = 140 syllables total
What is beauty to me
Beauty is the walk of a woman in heels
The swing and sway of her hips
The subtle uncertainty of her steps
The vulnerability in her eyes
As she feels all the staring eyes
Devouring her beauty
There is nothing more charming
Than the little girl look in her eyes
As she enjoys the attention
But at the same time is uncomfortable
In the role of a seductress
What is beauty to me?
The sweet woman smell as she passes by
Nothing in the whole wide world
Either natural or manufactured
Can even come close to equaling
This ravishing potion that says love
In no uncertain terms, the message comes through
Loud and clear without a word being spoken
As males of the species
We are uncontrollably under her spell
What is beauty to me...
WOMAN!!!