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He told me to write a poem
About beauty, wind blowing
Hair tossing , dream making stunning
Gorgeousness of living
Beauty addicts and blind ambitions
Movie stars and historical happenings
Formal dresses, women in high heels with
Faces meant to smile
That’s what poems should be about, he says,
Your good at that kind of thing, just spit it out
“Shawty, write a poem about beauty, that’s real poetry”
“Everything is beautiful, baby…”
“But what is beautiful to you?”
Beautiful.
Births and rebirths
Phoenix Red celestial torching of the hearts
Interlocking fingers in twilight
Kisses, Death, sorrow, crocodile tears
Laughter, Ecstasy , black
White, brown, yellow, silver crimson
Skin on skin, chest to chest, on and on, soft
Hard City light heaving, breathing against the Ebony sky
Natural Twinkle of diamond shadows,
Cosmos, Atoms, Hydrogen bonds, Electrons
Nucleus, matter, anti-matter
Smash together, slither mutually
To create harmony.
Everything.
Everything is beautiful.
“Just write about that then..”
"Not everything has to be written, somtimes you just have to
live it out.."
"What's the point then?? What's the point of writing about butterflies
and waterfalls? I just don't see it? Why do you have to doll everything up and
make it more then what it is? Not everything has to be picked apart and analyzed."
"Mmm, I suppose."
"What's real poetry to you?"
"Everything..."
"I don't understand."
I recline and rest my head on his chest
Tracing lines of thought on the ceiling
Helping him dismantle the universe and put it back together
In his own way
Enjoying lyrical symphonies of life
Breath by breath…
Together
Silent
"This, baby, This is real Poetry.."
Greg Davies is my secret crush
He appears in my fantasies
With his dreamy azure eyes
And a dazzling smile
Greg Davies is the man of my dreams
An accomplished actor is Greg
A stand up comedian and host too
Indeed, he is a talented man
Entranced by his demeanor
I watch with fascination
As I cool myself down with a fan
Greg has silvery grey and white hair
Sexily flicked back with perfection
My hands yearn to run through it
Cup his face with my hands
Gaze into his sapphire eyes with affection
Sexy and clever too is Mr Davies
An ex teacher of English and drama no less
A welsh born beauty with brains
I wish I had been one of his students
Attending his lessons in various forms of undress
A bit of role play please and thank you Sir
I would be really naughty at school
Placed over his knee
Punished and spanked
Break all the rules deliberately
I want to feel every inch of his perfect frame
Stroke the places he likes to be touched
Feel his large hands on my quivering body
I sound completely cuckoo
But I assure you I am just in lust
This is one man I want down on me
No in-betweeners in between
He has size fourteen feet
And girls
We all know what THAT means!
He can be my Taskmaster
Or a master of a different kind
I would give him total submission
He can fire his cheesy balls straight into my open mouth
He can do what he wants, I don’t mind
I need his body wrapped around mine
His luscious lips I crave to kiss
Stroke his sexy chest
Massage him with oils
Just to meet him would be bliss
With a hint of a Welsh accent
His voice is divine
He is a man I would love to meet
The perfect parcel
Over two metres tall
I wish Greg Davies was mine
Any woman would be lucky to have him
His is a Taurus
The most sensual sign
Handsome beyond belief
I am sure “Eight out of ten cats” would agree
Greg Davies is gorgeousness personified
I have hit a point in my life that’s unfair,
And I say to you, welcome to my nightmare.
My decisions have all become so stale,
Continuing like this I will surely fail.
I expect to become nothing, why?
Probably because I’m always high.
I need to find a way to quit,
I drag myself out of this pit.
There is no one left to care for me,
Maybe I’m blind and I just can’t see.
Now is the time, to change my mind,
Stick to myself, keep being kind,
Quit masking it all,
Before it’s too late and I fall.
And now I believe it’s feeling true,
I think I’m falling for you.
When I see you, I’m overwashed with guilt,
Like it’s my fault the rose began to wilt.
I wish you weren’t out of my reach,
Or I didn’t feed from you, like a human leech.
I can’t stop, feeling better when you’re around.
Like I don’t belong six feet in the ground.
You’re the only thing that makes me want to change,
And get out of this angry, masking cage.
When you smile because of something I say,
I feel like I’m being carried away.
Now is the time, to change my mind,
Stick to myself, and draw the line,
Quit masking it all,
Before it’s too late and I fall.
Now it feels so true,
I’m really falling for you.
You are a model of two types of beauty,
A gorgeousness unrivaled and striking personality.
I feel worthless, but something that I know,
For you, in my words, there is no, no.
I don’t know how or why, but when I see you there,
I feel like I can start to care,
Welcome, to my nightmare.
Now is the time, to change my mind,
Stick to myself and jump the line,
Quit masking it all,
Before it’s too late and I fall.
Now believing it is true,
I was falling, but now.. I love you.
Life seems unfair,
No one seems to care,
Then I see you standing there,
All I do is stare.
Welcome, to my nightmare.
I first met her on a holiday at Shuklaphanta Wildlife Reserve.
Love strikes me like lightning when I saw her,
so powerful and intense it can’t be denied.
It turns me inside out,
and there was no going back from it.
Once the thunderbolt hits, my life irrevocably changed.
With a carved stem-thin figure,
And sparkly appearance.
Her pencil-thin eyebrows,
eased down gently to her velvety,
Eyelashes.
Her beauty is the celebrity's cute wind-swept
twisting through
the late evening's darkening heavens.
Her smile shines stunningly
like the sun rising over the skyline,
her luminous, heavenly-white teeth flashed
as she pawed at me with her flick star nails.
Her gorgeousness is the stars
that is now quivering into view
as their star shine ends its life journey
as a whim I am.
Her enticing, constellation-blue eyes
gazed at me
over her syrup-sweet lips,
She had a springy character
and a syrupy voice, which I idolized.
She is like a candle's flickering flame,
radiating a soft warm light into me.
Her hair was ebony-black
and it tumbled over her shoulders.
Her beauty shines from the inside out,
It flows like a journey down a long route.
Those sugar candy-sweet lips,
her well-designed personality,
all awestruck me.
Her eyes sparkle like a bright star in the sky,
seek out the good in me.
Her body ornately furnished with typically girlish curves,
Her voguish garments still kept enslaved an odor evocative
of lemony fresh and floral-fresh mint.
It loitered in the apartment long after she had gone.
The sweet, almost sickly, smell of flowers
cut through the soft scent of the morning's dew-covered grass.
The shadbush along the thoroughfare glowed blond and bronze.
The fields stretched like a flooring of ornaments,
jadeite and musgravite and blue garnet.
October glare inundated the savannah with such
a sweet nimble that it had the dimmed impressive
look of a countryside by farmers.
The sun completes the creation with rich balminess...
The makalani palm in grassland
scorched like a titanic fire.
October, christen me with greeneries!
Enfold me in a shelled fleece jacket
and cherish me with chicken noodle soup.
The cheerful summer had passed away,
and stunning fall was tossing
its spectral-colors of gorgeousness on scorpion thistle and dwarf shrub.
October air, broad with boogying shrubberies
and exhaling breezes welcomed the wildebeest
as they stroll in the woodlands and patches of forest.
The rich colors of grass and soil
is increased by the warm sunlit
of a sun almost warm enough for spring.
October, with flaky times and cool nights,
a time to whorl up around the bopping blazes
and descend into a noble book
whole body of the air seems enriched by their calm, slow happiness.
Nothing is more fleeting than external formula,
which withers and alters like the florets
of the field at the appearance of autumn.
You cannot tolerate to discard something so treasurable
as autumnal sunlight by staying in the couch.
Long ago I recalled,
On my prayer mat I sat with my hands raised up to the skies in supplication
To thee thy Lord I prayed
Astray I am gone without thee, most high is Thee, show me thy light
A light of guidance and love
And indeed to my prayer thy Lord answered
A mixture of parallel, concave and convex beam of light fill the density of the room
Moving in prayer mood and in circles
As though devoid from the knowledge of my presence, they all prayed
But that exact and exceptional ray of light, kept lingering with its beauty
Filling me with hope that in its loving rays of direction I will be guided
In no delay and not in haste I shall triumph
Me it assured
My Christmas tree
For her profile is like that of a Christmas tree
All her physique full of light like that of a Christmas tree
Very green she is and well preserved like that of a Christmas tree
Her smile and youthful gorgeousness is like that of a Christmas tree
Behold, her cute and charming face, like that of a Christmas tree
My first Christmas celebration, my first Christmas tree
Yes her profile is like that of a Christmas tree
My first Christmas tree
````
Behold
The bell is tolling
The children are singing
Christmas would be coming
Their Christmas presents will be waiting
But I… I have my Christmas present before now
My Christmas tree on the Christmas Eve
My ambulatory Christmas tree
Yes my first Christmas tree
Merry Christmas
To you
Luminous lids lift, languidly unveiling vistas of vibrant verse, as lavish laughter lines lips that lure with lyricism.
Sultry syllables swirl, a sweet serenade that saturates the senses, summoning sonnets that soar on solar winds.
Gentle gestures glide, a gracious gamut of elegance, as each delicate digit dances, dripping with dignified demeanor.
Fiery fervor flashes, a fervent fusion of fascination, as fervid fingers fan the flames of fantasy and fiction.
Ravishing radiance reigns, a resplendent rainbow of ravishing beauty, as rosy rouge revives and rejuvenates the senses.
Lissome limbs undulate, a languid latticework of loveliness, as lithe lines limn the landscape of the lovely dame.
Velvety vowels vibrate, a vibrant vocalization of vitality, as vivacious voice whispers sweet nothings to the willing heart.
Dazzling diamonds dazzle, a diadem of dazzling delight, as delicate digits decorate the divine with diaphanous drapery.
Svelte silhouettes sway, a sinuous serpentine of seduction, as supple skin shimmers, shedding shimmering shadows.
Gossamer garments glide, a gauzy gamut of gorgeousness, as gilded gowns glimmer, glowing with golden light.
Lustrous locks cascade, a lavish landslide of loveliness, as luxuriant tresses tumble, tumbling tenderly to the ground.
Ethereal essence emanates, an exquisite efflorescence of elegance, as the lovely dame embodies the essence of the divine.
Even in the dark, your beauty shines brighter than the brightness of days,
Success lives in your home cos while the sun was still shining you made your hays,
You share your bed with great fortunes and on the pillows of prosperity your head lays,
So, your home is the truest testimony of the dictum that being good always pays.
Your enemies cry their tears abundant to form them a massive ocean,
They got drowned in the pool of their sorrows cos they took no caution,
Their bitterness confiscated their happiness for you to have God's favours in larger portions,
So, rejoicing with your success is now their only available option.
The wake of days gives the pleasure of your beauty for each mirror to savour,
Gorgeousness sculptured allurement into your shape adding sexiness as its extra flavour,
As you toil up and down, God the almighty is always there as your saviour,
So, prosperity is now the testament that your labours are enjoying God's favours.
Bring then, many friends from far and near to dine on your tables,
Show 'em that all year round God's favours in your life have been very stable,
Groove happily with your family and friends cos your bones aren't feeble,
Paint the town red with your success and leave your enemies to rumble with the rubbles.
Haunting me, daunting me, & f--king taunting me
Saying that you & I will never, ever again be
I'm just supposedly wasting my time on you - so cut the f--king strings
Those strings held you & I like a kevlar-lined, kryptonite-chained, indestructible trampoline
These voices - they keep stalking me - bouncing off these walls
Ricocheting & reverberating through my stubborn brain
The distorted voices, the screams & the tortures
Are disintegrating & decomposing the very fibres of my being
If you're not here - they're louder, crueler, & so much more bloody mean
The overwhelming, over-analytic, & overly-dramatic contradicting words echoing inside my confused & exhausted brain
It casts an iron shock through me - begging me to forget your memory
Just a parasidic worm taking up hostage inside me
Yet still my stomach butterfly-flips at the instant drop-dead, dreamy, hypnotic, serendipitous disposition of your gorgeousness - teasing me - & is desiring & daring me to resign from this current chapter of mine
It begs me to leave this raw sewage behind - right where it will ing stay
It eerily beckons & bribes me to drink with you - toasting to a long overdue #2
So with a tall glass of good 'ol Sandman - I'll toast to our rekindling for the second time..,
Sit back and wait like a lady?
A lady I remain while untamed
I tell you I like you
Without shame I pursue you
Something I will not wait on line to do
Flattering you, appreciating your beautiful
From the outside to within then back again
Your beauty a loop I want to wrap myself in
It should be sin that I'm the first to say this to you
I want to date you
Oh is that too forward?
I'm gallant
Filled with courage
I will speak what I mean freely
Even if my gender says I'm confusing the roles and have to wait till you approach me
I see what I like
Now I'm a lion in heat
You entertain it but hesitant I see
Your gorgeousness makes lines blurry
Difficult to read between
So if you don't want me you must make mention of that
I will not acquiesce
To the beat of this rhythm
My magnificence has dimensions
Go too slow and you'll miss some
I'd gladly however move on if the radiance of my light is just too bright
For many it will be
But you never said a thing anti reciprocal to my very bold pursuit of you
Instead you painted me the color fool
And put me on display
Instead of extending Grace and allowing me to walk away with my face
You tuck some pain in the belt at my waist and steal my pride in exchange
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