Long First date Poems
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Love, love, the old fashioned way
With courtships that lasted more than a day
This new modern age of total free love
Has its appeal but missing the hugs
It's straight to the bedroom on the very first date
Never a thought of perhaps we should wait
Back in the day we wanted a virgin
To experience together the joys of flirting
The coy little love words that promised the moon
Wishing so badly it happens real soon
Anticipation built up in our throbbing veins
Imagining that moment when passion reigns
Now it's “pleased to meet you, let's go to bed!”
Oh for the days of mystery instead
Thinking of when your union's complete
That moment when both are swept off your feet
That moment sublime lasts forever and ever
To happen today, the chance would be never
I see her at the station, she’s gone without a trace.
She appears in the window, the reflection of her face.
I look into her eyes as she's staring through the glass.
I wonder what she’s thinking, but the moment doesn’t last.
I guess she’s an enigma dancing round my brain.
As the crowd begins to push and shove, I move further down the train.
And then as if by chance we’re standing very close.
Now almost in a trance I’m standing on her toes.
Embarrassed and surprised she says, “I thought I’d let you know.
You’re standing on my foot” I blush and turn to go.
The doors begin to open so I help her off the train.
I ask if I can walk her home, she laughs “To cripple me again?”
She says “We share this journey every day, you’ve never said hello.
I saw you staring through the glass, just wanted you to know”.
I walk her to her front door, and she asks “you coming in? “
I wonder if her folks are home, she gives a cheeky grin.
She makes us both a coffee, I’m sitting there dumbstruck.
“A penny for your thoughts” she says, I can’t believe my luck.
We sit and talk for hours, sharing laughs as it gets late.
Reticence behind me, I ask her for a date.
I was around fourteen when the charms of girls began to beckon,
And I was about fifteen when I had my first date, I would reckon.
'Way back then there were certain rituals that must be observed,
Some of which left me quite baffled and somewhat unnerved!
The evening must be perfect so I wore a suit and tie.
Shoes were shined and greasy Vitalis to my hair I'd apply!
Peach fuzz was plucked and I fairly reeked of Old Spice.
The car was washed and waxed to further her entice!
This too was her first date and things must be just right.
She'd had a snit with her Ma thinking her hair was a fright!
But she looked divine in her hat, gloves and flowered frock!
Her Pa's parting shot, "You git her home by ten o'clock!"
When I called for her I daren't sit and toot the horn.
That would've heaped upon my brow her folks' eternal scorn!
So, I meekly sidled up and timidly tapped upon the door.
Met by her scowling Pa who said, "Who's this skinny boor?"
My grandkids tell me there's no such formalities nowadays,
And wearing jeans and mutilating body rings is all the craze.
I'm told a great date is to hang out with friends at the local mall.
I guess I was born too soon! I just don't understand that at all!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) All Rights Reserved
Entry for Frank H "First Date" Contest
This piece I write is forged in the presence of candle light
To show the urgency i have to breathe my confessions to the love of my youth,
So I light a stick of cyanide to relax and find the right words
Knowing I have herbs to detox the following morning,
After all, I already have a reputation for such
But today, they're is truth I wish to breath through the veil of anonymity
I find myself writing poems of her in my sleep,
And today my wrist has gone haphazard once more,
What if I was to say my love for Hera is greater than the Eiffel tower? And on this I'd bet my life
Place everything I hold dear on two odds.
This February I have ripped pieces of my heart to mend the scars waged by her passed lover,
And on some nights her lips taste like jack Daniels on rocks,
After a couple glasses I find myself stumbling to our first date,
The very first time my breathe left the room at the sight of this 5-foot promise to heaven,
What sorcery is this? One which she appears in my sleep yet speaks of free will,
Her voice is salvation and she is as beautiful as the rarest flower in the garden of Eden,
And if the sky was to come crushing down or our heads were slightly above water.... I'd swear to make a place tender for her heart in the after life.
She came in alone
Sat on the chair close to mine
I could smell the scent she wore
See a lone mole on her chin insecure
Her eyes shifted aimlessly
Between the cell phone she gently tossed
And the door that opened and closed
But couldn’t see the figure she briefly knew
Enter like a whirlwind to sweep her away
To the fairyland on her first date.
Time was hanging heavy on her
She drank two glasses of iced water
And crossed her restive legs ten times.
Her eyes followed a man after a long while
Winding to her table from the door
While she thought he came from nowhere
Going to meet in his own time the oblivion.
A kiss landed on the mole, wasted
A rose fell on the table, waited.
Neck upright arms crossed
She said softly “You’re late”
“But early for the next date”
He said laughing loudly
Lips curled eyes distant.
The scented air stale now asked me
“How long love waits to be waste”?
August, 7, 2017
Glennie went excitedly dating Ted
Leaving her chaperon she went ahead
Wearing nice shoes kept for years
But torn out like rotten gears
So, she’d her first date and dance barefooted
Nov. 6, 2022 9.50am
Lesson: Never wear again a pair of shoes kept/unused for 1-3 years.
Written poem inspired by a related true experience of mine just recently. (Oct. 13,2022)
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31 words
44 syllables
192 characters
A Funny Limerick - Make me Laugh
Contest Judged: 11/11/2022 1:17:00 PM
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Place 4 (up to 4 multi-w)
Our table is set – it looks divine
Crystal glasses for our red wine
Silver cutlery with which to eat
Our favourite meal – oh what a treat
The table is set on our patio
With romantic music and the lights down low
A candle burns to give us light
I hope you enjoy this culinary delight
Starter
Scottish smoked salmon with a lemon wedge
Served on a bed of crisp iceberg lettuce
With homemade dill mayonnaise
Main course
Chateaubriand steak cooked medium - there's plenty for two
(I ate it on my first date with you!!)
Served with
Crispy onion rings
Sautéed mushrooms
French beans, broccoli florets and carrot batons
Chunky fries
French Mustard
Dessert
Homemade chocolate almond brownie
Served with rich chocolate sauce and double cream
Tea or freshly brewed coffee
Bon Appetit!
Footnote…
Writing this menu brings back many memories of a meal we had …
on our first date we ate at a lovely restaurant called ‘Celebrity’ it was the first time I had ever been taken to somewhere so posh where the lady gets the menu without the prices on.
After the starter the waiter brought over apricot sorbet – in my innocence I said … but I’ve not had my main course yet and I’ve not even chosen the dessert ... ‘madam’ he said it is to cleanse your palate – oh the innocence of youth !
10~25~15
Contest: For all ladies and brave men
Sponsor: Judy Konos
I like just about anything you like to eat.
Any ethnic selection would be considered a treat.
I know several fine restaurants where we can go.
You can make the selection if there is any place you know.
Would you like to see a movie after dinner?
There are plenty of good films that are an Academy Award winner.
I know some great places where we can dance.
We can step out on the floor if you want to take a chance.
There are plenty of splendid places where we can go.
All I ask of you is, let’s not go to a casino.
Robert Pettit
for Nette Onclaud's "Take Two" Contest
March 31, 2014
Originally entered in Frank H. "First Date" contest.
You were a beautiful man with cobalt eyes so blue
I wasn't looking to find love or anything like it
Then I saw you, your eyes sparkling, you smiled and then I knew
I was now taken by your beautiful looks and your wit
We went for coffee and had our first date the next day
I was so smitten instantly and wanted you to stay
You lured me into your bed, saying you loved me, had your way
We met again for several more passionate dates
I had no idea you lied and already had a mate
Then there was nothing, no contact, I did nothing but wait
My heart broken and my pride hurt, I shouldn't have trusted you
Then I saw you that day with her at the local market
Pretending to not know me while playing and flirting away
I knew then I would have to tell her and change your fate
11/4/18
Reflection of Dreams
Our dreams reflected on the shallow pool.
Wild elephant grasses in panorama.
Spent myriad moments, beautiful!
Pink Periwinkles spreading mild aroma.
Shadow of broken bridge partly visible,
reflecting shape of an eye just under
round stone at the edge looked like black pupil.
We got amused observing eighth wonder.
Enjoyed the kaleidoscope of butterflies.
Fed ducks-ducklings, listened to loud cricket.
Swift squirrel scrambling, scudding, climbing trees.
Dreams reflected on two hearts. Days went great.
On the broken abandoned bridge we met
to experience first kiss on First Date.
06/23/17