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There was a young man lived under a curse,
For having the gall to tempt fate.
He's played fast and loose with the daughters of whose,
Was a warlock whose powers were great.
This handsome young man had a profile so grand,
Girls flocked to his beck and call.
He'd take them and use them and then he'd just lose them.
For him life was one big ball.
The story is told that the girls were bold.
Life and love for them was a game.
They were beauties for sure and though far from pure,
Next to this man these girls were tame.
Their father loved them, put nothing above them,
They were his little girls,
And as promising witches his whole life enrich-ed,
The pride and the joy of his world.
He sent for the man, before him he'd stand,
And account for his crimes, the churl.
The young man accepted, thought he'd been elected,
As bride groom for one of the girls.
He invited him in for drinks in his den,
And the young man came with a smile.
He thought for sure he would be adjured,
To marry his daughter in style.
The young man kept his date and met with his fate,
And he never was seen again.
The old man came out and looked 'round about,
And smiled as he held out his hand.
A tiny gold chain,
And engraved with their names a locket of purest gold.
Inside you could see a man, could it be,
Trying to break free of it's hold.
My hubby turns the big 5-0 today
He’s still a handsome man, what can I say?
His presence fills each room that he walks in
A smile like his is one that’s meant to win
There’s more of him now than there was before
Yet his physique is still one to adore
His lips are full and luscious, lovely sight
They make one want to kiss all day and night
He is a man who will not bend to age
The years that pass just make him more a sage
The silver in his hair is dear to me
His wisdom is what guides our family
He is not one to delve into romance
Unless, of course, there is some circumstance
He prides himself that he can tell a joke
Because he knows his finance, we’re not broke
He is so proud of where he has been bred
From River Nile his heart and soul were fed
I wish that I could gift him lots of wealth
And keep him through the years in perfect health
Though I cannot lay claim to “perfect wife”
I may have caused him drama and some strife
True to his name, he is a great AMIR (prince)
To all who call him friend, his heart is near
Now half a century we celebrate
With goodies and with cake we fill his plate
We sing him birthday songs and clap with glee
and wish him years as sweet as they can be
Eileen Ghali
September 24, 2017
Why have all the Valentino's
Disappeared from our screens
These handsome adonis
That made some young women swoon,
Yell and scream.
They did not need words,
Their smouldering looks sufficient,
Your imagination took flight
As their gestures were so efficient.
Women lost their identities.
Now, they were the actress on the screen,
This silent, seductive creature.
Was the onlooker in a dream?
Every passionate kiss
It was for her and her alone,
Valentino's tender touch
It felt like no other touch yet known.
You could hear music playing softly
Then, rising to stir your heart,
You lost yourself in the silver screen
Immersed in playing the part,
Of the great Rudolph Valentino's
Love interest for a while.
It was a film you will remember for years,
And will always make you smile.
Silver Screens and Golden Years
Bring back fond memories and happy tears.
I'm really much too young to get old
Something's drastically out of whack
I'm still this handsome, charismatic stud
Why's this body giving me flack?
A strange lump just formed on my neck
Don't think it was there yesterday
My hair seems a bit thinner and greyer
But I'm still young in all other ways
My body is falling apart, bit by bit
Takes me an hour to put on my pants
I wheeze while watching sports on TV
My wife never asks me to dance
There must be a pill old geezers can take
To slow down this aging tommyrot
I'm not ready yet for an old folks home
Yesterday, I was still pretty hot
This can't be, I'm much too young
To say 'uncle' and throw in the towel
Gonna fight like hell and never give up
If I could only control my bowels!
My son David died last year on my Grandson's 12th birthday
Now my HEART is broken tears are never far away
I cannot understand it when I am still alive
Why does God take my dear son at the age of 55
My son was handsome before he became ill
He was emaciated. a very bitter pill
I still saw the GREEN eyed handsome man with DARK HAIR
And his BEAUTIFUL soul and trusting stare
We often sat in SILENCE there was no need for more
Actions speak louder than words with someone you adore
David became BREATHLESS, gasping for breath
He and I did not need words we knew he was near death
I could not bear to lose him it was something to dread
He would no longer be attached to me by that umbilical THREAD
Just after Christmas, we had a call to say the inevitable had happened
My son had passed away
The pit I fell into was FATHOMLESS and deep
I could not find solace, comfort or sleep
I feel David's presence every second of each day
He has found peace, at last, I no longer hope and pray
I know the BIRDS will be singing when I meet my son again
We will be united in a place where we will remain
Amen
4 March 2020
Beginning.
Jealous and beyond my surprise,
I see the audience...stare at me...
A million eyes stare vacantly or with meaning
I know I must be happy, but I am crying again
He's looking after you
He cares about you
And I...and I...
Am practically priceless
Sexy sweat drips on the floor
I guess you don't love me no more...
Juggling doubts of shame...
Jealous and beyond my surprise,
I see the audience...stare at me...
A million eyes stare vacantly or with meaning
I know I must be happy, but I am crying again
He's looking after you
He cares about you
He desires you...
I'm upset because I never knew
That I...that I...
Am practically priceless
Sexy sweat drips on the floor
I guess you don't love me no more...
Juggling doubts of shame...
This love between us didn't work out
Out of the blue...I have no doubt
In my mind that you weren't the kind of friend I once knew
But, I'm stronger than you...I'm sure it's true
I'm sure it's true that you're not my kind
I'm left behind, only to find
Your shadows and reflections of plenty
Turn the music up for a few minutes please
You are as tasty as crackers with cheese on it
And I...and I...
Am practically out of my mind right now
Somehow, there's some hope in store
I want to live, but to live in reality -
I'm an attention whore and more...
more...
I adore not I...
I adore not I...
why? Why?
Left behind to the core
Go ahead and slam that door
Say it behind my back -
The insults that are lined up in a rack
You gossiper...
You traitor...
You foolish brat...
You snitch...
You nasty hoe...
Get lost...
Slit me and please me -
My blood runs freely
JUST GO....GO WITH THE FLOW
You...ahhh...you...
You are nothing to me at this moment
This anger tortures me so...I never meant
To leave scars on my own body
I am the only one that understands
Where I stand
In my so-called house...
I'm as sneaky as a rat or a mouse
I like being abused,
But I hate the aftershocks of being used
Bullied most of my life
I'm pretty sure it hurts being handsome and having to deal with perpetual strife
The End.
Origins
You wonder how I came to be?
Born as a stump of a dead oak tree,
a howling wind sculpted my bark
till lighting struck me in the dark.
Forget everything you've been told.
I was born a hundred years old.
Youth's Ardent Pursuits
'Twas on the Pemberton River bridge
that I was first to take the stage.
They fished me out from the mud alive.
The news review called it a bad swan dive.
Wisdom of Old Age
A bird cannot marry a tree.
One stays rooted. One flies free,
and when her flying days are done,
a lonely tree lingers on.
First Home
"My house is haunted, I suspect...
might I consult the architect?"
A voice at once replied,
"I'm afraid to say that I have died,
and though I understand your fears,
the architect's been dead for years."
Aristocratic Stock
I have a lofty pedigree.
My uncle hung from a tree.
Philosophical Contributions
'Twasn't the man, but his shoes that walked,
while his big mouth talked the talk.
I could only sit and gawk,
my head perched on a celery stalk.
Including Handsome Photographs
a picture of me when I was young
before the hanging judge's sentence sung
the charges which upon me clung
by the willow tree where I was hung
In Sonnet III, Shakespeare writes as a young man looking in a mirror and wondering if he should impregnate a young woman for his posterity sake.
It begins:
Look in thy glass and tell the face thou viewest
Now is the time that face should form another.
In my poem, I write as Shakespeare might in 2023. I chose a free verse.
TO BE OR NOT TO BE
see that handsome face in the mirror
you’re a wolf - long hair and beard
whom only a mother could love
mother may I stay single
or should I try to cookie cut another
just like me, a good looking guy
i know
my lady wants me for a husband, but why
should this guy not spread himself around
she’s wide open,
but do I want a kid -
one with long hair and a beard;
perhaps with rings and a tattoo…
my mother’s begging me to settle down,
give her grandkids…
she recalls the day I was born
the sunshine of her life
i do admit I have a certain kind of radiance
now I ask who am I
to be or not to be
the guy who adds a spouse and multiplies
1/13/2022
Shakespeare in 2023
Sponsor: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
I hope you find the one in your dreams
But on-line romance may not be all it seems
Let me tell you the tale of Sue
And I hope it is a lesson for you
For many months she contacted this guy
He was tall and handsome and sure caught her eye
They decided to meet for a real live date
Sue was so excited she really couldn’t wait
They had such a fun time, her heart was on fire
This amazing man had fueled her desire
They started to meet really regularly
He even went to her mother’s for tea
Flowers and candlelight dinners were his thing
Soon he got her an engagement ring
She was blinded by his devotion
And wedding plans were quickly put in motion
Things were moving all too fast
Her friends were worried about his past
Then he started to turn quite jealous
Didn’t like her talking to other fellas
He started to follow her everywhere she’d go
He turned from boyfriend into her foe
If she didn’t answer his mobile call
He’d go crazy and his fists would fall
But she was blinkered by his attention
His violent past he failed to mention
One day his anger turned to a violent rage
He was like a wild animal trapped in a cage
His fists flew like bullets from a gun
A human punch bag she’d become
For many weeks in hospital she did lay
I can picture her battered face to this very day
This monster is now back in prison
His actions they can never be forgiven
Things are not always as they seem
So be wary of the person behind the computer screen
All I ask my friends is that you are aware
Remember ‘Sue’s Story’ and please take care
Some of this poem is fiction sadly some of it is fact
Jan Allison
9th May 2014
DECIDUOUS
My leaves are memories of an earlier time
As in the scheme of things, I’ll heed the call
And when the season comes, I let them fall
But nature offers just that kind of rhyme
To keep them are as steps I cannot climb
And winter in my mind, it builds a wall
My thoughts may fade with farewells to them all
Each functional and handsome in their prime
I’m sad when I accept they have to go
To lie there still, or flutter in the breeze
Such recollections really cannot last
Yet golden as they were, it’s time, I know
I sense that I am resonant with trees
My mind now bare of everything that’s passed