Long Funny love Poems
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I'm rooting for intellectual sex
where we all go to bed with glasses.
And foreplay is just a few little words
from Einstein and one of his classes.
Where everything's done in a manner of space
where who did to who what did done.
And nothing you've said is as dirty to some
as who taught you relative fun.
Where all of the night can be filled with love
when a bookworm can stay up all night.
And the sex that you have is equation to none
over pages for learning the light.
That the evening can end in the click of a light
with a darkness to deafen the bright.
When the turn of a page brings the end to a book
for the rest you'll be turning all night.
Picture of you
in my heart
Face of you
I don't part
In my heart
I write your name
In your heart
I call your name
Picture of you
I have so strong
Smile of you
I miss so long
In my heart
I sing and dance
All my heart
I skip no chance
Every time you come down
My heart beats up and down
Everytime you say "hello" or "hi"
My blood drifts so high...
On a grassland we tripped
and hipped,
Rolling over like candlesticks
Down the mangrove we dropped
and dipped
Laughing over our broken lips
We see each other bleeding
Yet weary and giggling
Leaning on each other's back
Clinging to each other without a tack
Picture of you
I laminate
In my heart
I don't hesitate
Then you took my picture too
In your heart
You engrave so true
There's...
america
anniversary
art
autumn
anxiety
best friend
betrayal
birth
and the beach
candy
car
city
celebrity
devotion
desire
depression
destiny
education
engagement
emo
and eulogy
future
funeral
farm
funny love
gothic
girlfriend
grief
and growing up
hair
hip hop
hockey
hilarious
immigration
inspiration
islamic
innocence
january
jewish
jobs
don't forget jesus
kiss
kindergarten
along with
kid
london
loss
lonely
and lyric
may
me
math
then there's marriage
new york
new year
nonsence
nostalgia
old
october
obituary
onomatopoeia
places
plants
pashto
and poetess
race
rap
rainbow
rainforest
space
spanish
spiritual
with success
teenage
tiger
trust
technology
vacation
volleyball
vogon
visionary
war
water
women
and even write
but for the life of me
I can't find one category
for a poem on pie!
I suppose the best part of it all
Was that I fell out of my shoes.
Where most would be embarrassed.
In a strange twist I felt a calm peace.
I had nothing to hide,
Outside of the fact that I was falling.
Fall fast I did.
The most beautiful of facts, pleasing to the ear drum of desire.
The harmony of her kicking my chair.
Me falling flat against the ground.
A beautiful sound echoes about in memory.
A short in-flight movie of me falling back into one of the biggest smiles I've ever seen.
House shoes flying through the air.
I assume that I wasted too much time.
So she took matters into her own hand.
Well foot at least.
My inspiration
Jelly roll
Watch em fall
Sadness of a lost season
No time to reach out and touch a life or a song
Jelly roll
Theres so much a child in you
Things we talk about appear nothing extreme
But although my mind always wants it all
A hang glide in the sky won't happen today
Ill tell you what I hate
You can show me what you...like
There's no other way it can go.. jelly roll
Each day every step
Each day every step
Every step is another Feeling away from paradise
Away from the strongest human desire
Its not chocolate
Not caffeine or cigarettes nor booze
The talent that you sling
Its the kindness of your lips
The unknown treated like king
The wrestle of your hips
The Van morrison thing
melody loops in my mind..... in my brain
She got ...something
about Blue Money and Tupelo Honey
The likened matters
of the magic in music
Songs for sunshine songs for rain People were kids
Chains replaced Innocence reines
Make them young
The cowards and bastards
Make their desperate shadows
Disappear
A room in heaven
A white silver bed
A cherry gold carpet
Windows of perceptive
Air as thick as steel
My love a crush
On my Jelly roll
C’est ton heureux anniversaire
Mon amie, ma copine, ma commère
Il m’est impossible de t’envoyer des fleurs
Et je ne peux pas t’écrire de jolis poèmes
Cependant je peux te souhaiter du bonheur
Avec toute ma force et avec tout mon cœur.
Parfois, on ne peut pas vider tout le contenu
De la vase, comme on ne peut marcher tout nu
Dans les rues essaimées de charmantes femmes
Puisqu’on est limité et on a qu’une pauvre âme
On peut simplement mesurer ses vives émotions
Femme ! Oh ! Mémère, je me noie dans la passion.
C’est ton joyeux anniversaire
Mon amie, ma flamme, ma commère
Je te souhaite de tout mon cœur
Santé et des arcs-en-ciel de bonheur
Que la Providence te bénisse avec abondance
Et que la vie te soit des jours et nuits de vacances.
P.S. Translation ' It's Your Happy Birthday, Gorgeous Old Lady'.
Copyright © Mars 2022, Hébert Logerie, Tous droits réservés
Hébert Logerie est l'auteur de plusieurs livres de poésie.
The light evening meal
Served under moon and stars,
Flickering candlelights whilst
Writing our memoirs.
Classical music;
Beauty to my ears,
Gazing up to Venus, Mars,
Thinking biospheres.
Accidentally tapping me
Underneath the table,
Glimpsing in my eyes
Like you’re ready and you’re able.
The buzzer sounding beeping
We both place down our ink,
A time to relax and
Not to over-think.
Carefully pour the wine
Smooth fruity chardonnay,
Happy cheers in unison
Homemade herb bread on tray.
Bread it tastes so earthy
Enjoying much to nibble;
Bread it is so yummy
Smiles, Winks…giggle.
Beginning on the soup
You made for me with care,
Organic hot tomatoes
OBSTRUCTION lack of air…
From Your human hair!!!
You just sit there on your lawn chair,
And glare and stare.
I want to swear and swear…
Though I’m choking and in in
In the middle of nowhere!!!
We walk divergent paths, you and I,
Two distinct journeys, like parallel lines in the sky,
Our minds, a dichotomy, a clash of thought and deed,
I navigate logic's realm, while you follow feelings' creed.
Our communication, a discordant symphony,
I'm measured, you're impulsive, a contrast in harmony,
My words, a calculated risk, yours, an emotional release,
We're worlds apart, in every conversation's peace.
Our goals, a tale of two desires, divergent and apart,
You chase the fleeting joy, while I pursue success's heart,
My vision, a horizon, stretching far and wide,
Yours, a narrow focus, on the present's tide.
You see the world through lenses, tinted with each passing day,
While I gaze into the future, with a roadmap to pave the way,
Your dreams, a vague notion, a whispered promise in the night,
Mine, a written manifesto, a beacon to guide my light.
You wear a mask of pretence, a facade to hide your pain,
While I stand bare, unapologetic, my truth, my refrain,
You chase the material throng, the external validation's sway,
While I seek the love that's true, the heart's authentic way.
Our backgrounds, a canvas, painted with different hues,
The way we were raised, a distinct narrative, in all we pursue,
Though birds of a feather may flock together, it's true,
We're different worlds apart, with little to break through.
Where understanding's needed, you fuel the conflict's fire,
And in the heat of discord, our differences conspire,
Our lives, a mismatch, like pieces that don't fit the frame,
I'm a serious soul, with purpose, while you seek a different claim.
I'm a warrior of prayer, with a heart that beats for more,
You don't believe in prayer, and that's where our paths diverge once more,
The differences between us, a chasm, wide and deep,
Two roads, diverging further, with each step we keep.
Yet, in this divergence, perhaps we'll find our own way,
To respect the differences, that shape our lives each day,
For in the end, it's not the sameness that makes us strong,
But the diversity of thought, that helps our spirits belong.
AI's Favorite Guy
My dear, you’ve found a brand new love
Not me, your wife, but bytes above.
ChatGPT, Gemini, in your ear,
Whispering sweet nothings, oh so clear.
You spend your days in digital dreams,
While I’m left here with mortal schemes.
If AI had a beating heart,
I’m sure you’d swap and never part.
“Marry me, dear chatbot,” you’d cry,
For she’s so wise and never lies.
She gives advice, she doesn’t nag,
She never rolls her eyes or drags.
Oh, how she answers, every call,
No petty squabbles none at all!
Her perfect logic, endless cheer,
A cyber-siren in your ear.
Yet here I stand, in flesh and bone,
While you romance a microphone.
But darling, don’t you fret too much
I know your AI love’s a crutch.
So I’ll just laugh, pour me some wine,
And watch you woo your bot divine.
Enjoy your chatbot wedding night
I’ll be here, with the Wi-Fi light.
She walked along the narrow path.
Along the side of the lonely stream.
Her golden hair was wet
and stuck haphazardly to her face.
That face that was so tanned
fruit of summer swimming
in the lake nearby.
Her hands were cupped,
one over the other.
It's a present for you, said she.
I wondered what she hid.
She smiled and pirouetted
lively on the wet, dewy grass.
She made as if to turn back,
then stuck out her tongue.
Get your present, she taunted.
I was slightly irritated
but decided to comply.
Slowly, she pleaded
and opened her hand.
Out jumped a small green frog
and sprang into the stream.
She laughed, a melody of joy.
And I? I felt I was
In a whirlwind of mad emotions.
Was I like the frog?
Was I a prisoner of her love?
Only to escape when she let go?
How childish she was!
I looked deep in her green eyes,
So full of innocent joy.
I smiled, then kissed her deep;
Then, hand in hand
we turned back home.