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Once upon a time a well-stacked, beautiful Playmate
One featured in Hefner’s magazine, which was first rate
bought herself a marvelous Hollywood estate
With future proceeds she hoped to create.
This was way back in the day, about seventy-eight.
This girl had big boobs, pretty eyes and was not overweight.
I need to clearly voice this to my readers to demonstrate
She had all the equipment to make a fine date.
She went out on sixty thousand adventures, all a first date.
She thought it was because each guy was a cheapskate.
She always ordered extra dinners to go for at least eight.
This selfishness on her part, kind of sealed her fate.
She had all the equipment, she was good-looking bait.
But on this fact the male’s mothers would usually fixate.
She is probably out for your money, they would demonstrate.
Her spending habits are totally clear, they would stipulate.
This Playmate of the Month remained single as life would dictate.
She never understood how her weirdness sealed her fate.
At age 70 she has not gained any beauty or lost any weight.
But she is still dating in hopes of finding a forever after mate.
Worlds apart, yet we stand together
crossing paths today, an hopefully forever.
Our eyes meet.... a twist of fate,
that look is forever,
only time before our first date.
Now together, my heart flickers a light
Yet still conflicted... is it worth the fight?
Did your heart see? What was yet to be,
Deep within my eyes,
I think you saw the surprise.
The winding path we begin to walk,
Hand in hand we start to talk.
Now we are both together,
Both hoping its forever.
I started out by thinking about tradition,
My next thought was.....
Asking for permission?
Walking the path at a steady pace,
happiness has given me a smile on my face.
That simple date, which turned to fate,
Now we're twide together with no other,
forever now my only lover!
Form:
A girl's first date; she's sixteen.
The older boy is a prize.
He flutters hearts with green eyes -
so suave and worldly-wise
The young Adonis picks up
Sweet Sixteen; he has a plan -
they go to the county fair.
Thrills are guaranteed!
After a few scary rides,
She trembles with excitement.
Soon in the chill of the night,
he will make his move.
When atop the ferris wheel,
he wraps one arm around her.
As she snuggles into him,
her heart is racing.
For a moment the wheel stops,
and their lips meet in a kiss.
Oh, the thrill of youth's passion!
Nothing else compares.
Written Dec. 8, 2015
I learned to eat with chopsticks
From my spouse, on our first date.
It added something magical
To everything I ate.
He also taught me how to tell,
By looking at the moon,
Whether it was getting bigger
Or would disappear real soon.
I told him that I understood,
Though often I would guess.
Was it waxing? Maybe waning?
Just one answer would impress.
But after years together,
He’s convinced I really know.
It’s one of his accomplishments
Of which he likes to crow.
He’s very wrong when he insists
That sums up all he’s taught;
For waxing moons and noodles are
A speck of what I’d sought.
Since marriage is a partnership,
There’s so much give and take;
And to think one person’s given more
Is sometimes a mistake.
I’ve been lucky on the getting side
Despite my husband’s doubts,
For the treasures I have reaped
Have far exceeded any droughts.
When I reminisce I can’t forget
Those moments opportune
And the charming way it all began -
With chopsticks and the moon.
I'm open for you, emotionally chained I'm a slave for you. Love is an action word so be patient and just watch What I do, I'm all in No poker face we're bound by grace but I know in my heart this is our last first date. You can't escape or run away from how you feel, and I'm done running away from you, for better or worse even when love hurts he took nine inch nails for me so for you you I'll return the favor but until then I savour this moment, put you on display like show and tell I just wanna tell the world this is the woman I been waiting for, my wife, my rib, yes the one God told me he had for me this is her. I'm seeing 20/20 and you're the one I'll throw away this night life for, for that Christ like life we'll share together I need you more and more. One wife one husband two kids one life, threw prayer I sought God for you and I'm proud to have such an amazing woman to share this world with unashamed in Christ.
Foundation.
Some old mythology says we are bound to find our twin flame or soul mate, before we are born.
Our true other half.
This journey is simply repeated until we do.
No matter who we end up with.
To become whole.
Could old myths be true?
Title:
Reincarnated Love
(A lone old voice whispers)
I write this for you to see in this lifetime because I couldn't find you, and my earthly time is nearly up
My beloved Mary Lee
I know you were born to meet me
On the twenty-six of November
A date, I'll know forevermore
As I look back
Like now and remember
For we shall be together
In The Great Nevermore
Sharing conversations and sweet kisses:
Even after Death visits,
And offers you a drink of his sacrilegious dark wine
To end all your beautiful days and glorious time
I just know we shall be together, like twinned pilgrims
In an eternal quest of hide and seek
Set forth in the silence, by a long remembered God
Lost somewhere in some surreal time stream
But together in insane spaces
In-Between
And as the soft capricious winds of Heaven
Change and dance like a wild Anna Pavlova
Between us
Creating a moving sea of love between our two pulsating souls
We shall know
In that very instance
Holding hands
Together, like first date lovers
In the universe's
Dust
That we can sing and dance together,
Forever
And be joyous in each and every form
For ours is a love story
Beyond the norm
A love story which will forever survive
Composed in golden italics and kept safely on gilded shelves, with so many others
Written in Enochian Archives
Stored beyond the Great Pillars
In a sacred tabernacle
By the pale blue Holy Sea
Our Eternal Sea
This I know because before I was born into physical form
You were written
Into my history
By my spirit guides
God and me
The woman I'm bound to always love and try to find
Whenever I'm reincarnated into mankind
The one soul betrothed to me
By an angel called, ADOEOET,
He who sings like a bird, who once whispered
Meet you true love
My beloved Mary Lee
So, see you in another lifetime
Your forever twin flame with no name
Whose loved is buried so deep no matter how many times
Life tries to bury me
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
I adopt dainty etiquette
when quenching thirst or dining
to buzzfeed growling beast
inside me tummy.
The missus requests obedience
raising both my little fingers in the air
upon taking beverage or repast to lips.
Additionally, she also requires I
(well healed husband who toes the line)
perform dance shuffle - think clog
feigning to trip over feet
as if yours truly quaffed to much grog
while balancing atop log.
Miss iz manners re: lee the spouse
sets prime example being lady like,
what with her belching and snorting
of course with mouthful of food
no surprise she nurtured impolite brood
raised on learning language crude
even this Geico caveman exhibits
less coarse attitude,
he likens himself to subdued dude
trying his darnedest (golly gee)
to avoid family feud
general behavior hashtagged as rude
linkedin with antics qualified as lewd
encouraged nsync while
slurping or masticating in the nude,
whereby other body sounds made
unsuitable for strait laced and prude
folks who don't take a fancy hearing
so called uncouth soundclouds exude
out body orifices considered foul,
inapropos and extremely lewd
when unless quarantined in solitude.
One upside of COVID-19
postprandial aural emanations
(all time favorite flatulence)
knows no outward bounds
unless colorectal explosions
register highest magnitude
when measured in concert
with handy dandy
blues clues rattle seismometer
and register courtesy
Richter Scale and the Mercalli Scale
direction and intensity of earthquakes.
Upon experiencing aforementioned prime mate
i.e. the bellowing gal offering herself as ahem
(pardon the double entendre) master bait,
I knew from the get go
Tex-Mex Connection
in North Wales, Pennsylvania
where we shared our first date
(outsize bean burritos)
I tooted my own horn,
she unwittingly got me into checkmate,
just for that her fate got sealed,
when our respective gametes
(ova and sperm cells respectively)
new life we did miraculously create
the first of two female offspring
would become housed in utero
and come to resemble
a spheroid somewhat oblate
even now unnamed counterpart,
(and partner in crime) still swell person
hook hood benefit to lose some weight,
cuz... well adipose freight
quite ample around equator.
I fell
I fall
And I shall fall again
I'm in a dark pit with no means of escape
My eyes and hands are the instruments of my demise
No pills, no booze, no leaves
Yet I can feel that I am sick
I do not crave any substance, I crave only what you can give
Your glances, your laughs, your warm kisses
All these are nice, great, uplifting even
But I crave your unwavering trust and interest in me
I do not doubt your love
I do not doubt your loyalty
I do not believe that you trust me to be there for you
To lift you up when you're down
To be the one who makes you laugh
My mates say I am addicted to pleasing you,
That I have a serious addiction, but I hide it so well
If only my vice was cocaine, then they'd see how sick I was
If only I had needle marks on my arms , maybe then they'd help me out
Yet I'm indistinguishable from other men
I chase a high that I had when I made you laugh on our first date
A decade has passed yet I still hear it as clear as day
Lover, pretend for a day and ease my soul
Assure me you won't leave when I take a day off
I live for you and not for us, by no means is that grounds for us to part
I fell
I fall
And I shall fall again
I've fallen in love with you, everytime that you smile
Life is a dance.
As the waves come in, I dance with the ocean
with songs of God’s love in my head.
On a passing cloud there floats a dream -
a river of dreams – sweet waters!
I love
winter’s magic – the long first date;
a huge surprise; a joyous time;
the hush of Christmas past; a walk in the snow;
utter tranquility - in the sun’s last glow.
Chocolate kisses, a pink crystal dawn;
a wonderful beautiful day;
a Valentine wedding; vow to my beloved;
winter’s blanket – as it glistens; winter loving!
To feel - raindrops falling; the hope of bliss;
a season’s dance; a spring romance;
spring’s rhapsody; spring’s muse;
meadowlarks, the marigold – in a field of gold;
in a hidden garden – the bluest rose!
Red sun; red moon; a summer reverie;
beyond a blue bay – breathtaking, summer splendor
as sunset spills over;
butterfly kisses; whispers of love;
midnight romance; my galloping heart;
rocking into night – with joy overflowing -
an encounter of the once in a lifetime!
Autumn’s breath; the autumn’s breeze;
the lover wind; the waltz of the leaves;
to blossom gold – beneath October’s sky;
true love – in an autumn’s kiss;
old longings – not to be forgotten;
if I let my mind meander. . .
the fleeting ghost of you!
The gilded mountain sea – when hope shines out;
the hues that visit me: ordinary orange, green,
bright beautiful red; unbearable beauty in blue;
a day’s purple adieu;
waterfall wishes on stars with no strings;
friendship – a comforting thing; gratitude, compassion;
the universe and more!
This dream called life – a poet’s happy dream;
a poet’s heaven; life’s meaning;
what love is – the sweetest song!
July 8, 2019
Entire poem is composed only of titles of my own poems per request
of Charles messina for his Collaboration Of Your Titles Poetry Contest
(The titles are all separated by either commas, hypens, periods or line breaks)
This was fun!
my fourteenth summer. .
the son of a preacher man
showing me heaven
His teasing ways and his boyish grin.
How easily I was taken in!
I felt like a woman in my cute short culottes and wearing pink frost lipstick
that he’d kissed off my mouth before the night was through.
My best friend, with her guy, was in the front seat of the car.
My date, her older cousin, was my first sweet honey bee.
We made out in the back seat, but he never got too far.
I was raised to value my virginity.
But my youthful heart was wishing we could kiss eternally!
Written Dec. 30, 2015
for The Poet's Dozen Contest of Silent One