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Where are my suitors, are there none?
I’m a proper lady,I’m educated and come
from a good family as well. We may not be
rich but we are rich in love and affection.
Oh there there you are. You are very
handsome and tall with broad shoulders.
I’ve seen you before. You come a well
off family. And you now seek a wife.
But wait………………………………,,
Why have you raised a curious brow
in my direction? I see hesitation,
Am I not good enough for you, kind Sir?
I know that you are wealthy, but can
riches hold you or wrap its arms around you?
I may not be the handsomeness woman
by far, but my beauty is not superficial.
It comes from the inside out. Notice my
inner beauty and it will suffice.
My station in life may be lower that yours
kind Sir, but we’re are equals all the same.
Alexis Y.
10/15/2020
Even before the arrival of the first snows, so brilliantly candid,
we climbed mounts less dangerous than the Alps's;
and we proudly chalked it up to our experience.
Now the snowy cliffs with bouffant boulders,
have lost their captious and so beatific image,
and quite too often we got pinched by burdock,
distracted by the robins chattering on a coarse descent;
I champed on crisp strawberries, while he challenged his strength.
My buddy never castigated me for my bizarre behavior,
and I admired him for displaying humor without repulsion,
or retort, and with chisel and hammer we engraved faces of historic men
on the smoothest rocks which were replete with their handsomeness.
Those adventurous afternoons are repealed when we look up,
and recreate them through our Male Chauvinism, cheery not dumb;
we felt like cave men making rudimentary drawings of their hunted animals,
while their women picked wild chicory for an early dinner.
Chums we were, resembling cowboys with wide hats in a chiaroscuro,
drinking in a bar filled with fashionable ladies frolicking and saying hello;
and chili con carne we ate, and plenty of beers to wash it down.
After our money was all squandered, our pockets were empty and we felt alone,
dazed...wobbling with fear, afraid to face our witless wives at home;
we were two idiots wooing empathy and some undeserving love.
And didn't they seem two witches ready for vengeance in their frown,
trying to squeeze the truth out of our silent and pretentious mouths too fulsome?
Frost will bring winter soon, and the snowy cliffs with bouffant boulders will be covered,
our hair have turned almost white to match the bright color of the deep snows,
as this river is freezing up, to become a sheet of ice, where no boats or barges pass;
and we play chess, the intramural game of a confined life, without those clandestine affairs.
Our darlings approve with sweet intonation, intensifying their affection so amorous;
and we embrace them with that tenderness that they have long desired...
staring at the snowy cliffs with bouffant boulders that these two climbers made their own,
remembering the cold and the shivering...coming down to a valley of comfort and domain.
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
In the darkest and coldest world
one can find a flickering flame,
never allowed to shine brightly and widely
and break the macabre darkness;
nothing could escape from here,
from its torturous and squalid abyss...
where each demon has a frown of austerity:
ah, in this obscure confinement, I'd be afraid!
In the darkest and coldest world
the isolation is unbearably horrid;
bats constantly squeak to scare off owls that coo,
hunters hear their scary sound and speedily shoot;
nobody shows compassion for the ugly creatures
that only seek warm blood to feed their bellies!
In the darkest and coldest world
demons obey their master Lucifer,
he controls them with his menacing looks
and they dare not speak a rebellious word;
this Fallen Angel with extreme handsomeness
was thrown down to beautiful Earth
from Heaven until he would complete his wrath:
don't be prey to this vicious captor!
In the darkest and coldest world
nobody is free to breathe air and to rebel,
to plot and seek revenge in unescapable Hell;
and being doomed to obedience, there's no will
to compromise, any disorder is harshly punished
by a thousand lashes that make the flesh bleed!
You make your intelligence stings,
Because their knowledge to you stinks,
Wherever you are, your wisdom sings,
'Cos you got it abundant from the King of kings.
Even when your handsomeness blinks,
It shines brighter than the most expensive blings,
Not comparable to the values of any earthly things,
That's why wise people give your arms good clings.
With success you daily enjoy a fling,
The new arrivals in your accounts daily send your phone a ping,
It's even a broader smile when your phones ring,
Richness in your life never stops making money tings.
Emotive love is in your heart deposited in bings,
It is lots of goodness that being your friend brings,
Your greatness is appreciated by all human beings,
That's why good tidings from you can never develop wings.
At the announcement of your presence
My blood ran like the sounds of hell were chasing them
Causing my heart to beat faster out of fear
Yet, at the sight of your handsomeness
My soul suddenly becomes peaceful
At the sound of your voice
Like in the midst of the sounds of angels
My heart rejoices
As though it were listening to the song of the angels
Little did I know I would soon be engulfed in perilous darkness
That your mischievous smile
Will soon turn a burning frown
That those hands, soothing as soft clouds
Will soon descend upon my face
Turn my sexy lingerie into rags
And leave painful marks all over my erogenous zones
I am left to wonder everyday
What changed?
Because…
You are definitely not the man I married
Having been brought into the light with motherly mirth,
and it was a miracle indeed, beginning to breath...
being greeted by the first sunray
on a gelid, snowy February day.
As age added height to my stature, and handsomeness
already reflected in puberal looks and manly gestures,
a reminder was my persistent forte and call...
that I had been brought up with fair love.
Had I been born in a different country, still my inherited genes
would have been the same with all the distinguished features,
once born a male, one is the portent of virility...
to conquer with his sexiness all females genuinely.
Many men are raised on excessive pride, according to custom,
I wouldn't have been brought up with fair love and loved with esteem...
if desire hadn't been the driving force
of the passions that altered my course.
Copyright 2010 by Andrew Crisci
Placed 10th in the contest 2025 Poetry Marathon Mile 13 by Mark Toney. Contest was judged on September 3rd, 2025
The First of the trilogy that continues as "The Sober Dawn" and "Tonight Will Soon Be Over".
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Afrobeats played in the background,
his sweet breaths drying my sweat.
Palmwine rested on his shaky left palm.
Then he said the nonsense
that drunk men usually mutter—
an alcohol-soaked “I love you.”
He staggered within arm’s length,
already reeking
of eight calabashes of liquor.
The drink painted his handsomeness
into
a mocking caricature of a clown.
His trembling right hand brushed my chest.
I felt good—
as if the hot tropical sun had frozen,
and my heart raced
to his sheepish smile.
My feet quaked as sweat soaked my shoes.
The ground vibrated under dancing legs,
the overcrowded clubhouse
minding its own business.
“African Calypso!”
thundered an inebriated fellow,
his chorus landing ten seconds early,
ahead the mimed song.
My new guy copied him.
He dragged me to the dance floor.
We were both drunk,
so we both fell over.
Bottles of palmwine broken,
calabashes shattered.
Everything was messed up—
except the Afrobeats,
the only joy that remained.
When you first sang that song I loved,
I was so captivated, I knew in that moment
You were always meant to be my beloved.
I felt a release from years of feeling spent.
You didn't even know it, but I was waiting
For anyone to sing it to me with the intention
To reassure I'm worthy of someone forgiving
Me for mistakes I rather never mention.
Whenever you sing at all, I feel speechless.
I may seem spaced out, but you impress me.
Your voice suits your sweet handsomeness.
I just want to harmonize with you, to just be.
Whenever I listen to that song on repeat,
I have a fond smile that frees me from rue,
As well as warmth from my head to my feet.
I'll love you for as long as you love me too.
Baby girl please listen to me
Don't fall in love so soon
He's fooling you
Don't let your innocent mind be fooled from his sweet charming
Read the lies in his eyes
Don't get comfortable with his hugs
He's an empty soul
Be the one with a mature sense because you're smart and know better
He's full of himself
Look beyond his handsomeness
His heart is a black coal
He's nothing but trouble
Baby girl please listen to me
Don't go fall in love with him because he's got a BMW and a few bucks to treat you
He's a show off heartbreaker no good for you
Don't sell your pure heart to him my girl
He's not the one... Trust me!
Smile
Akkina R Downing
The unknown pulchritude of my fun-loving, in-your-face cousin crashed down on me.
In an unexpected revelation, inspired by others, without any conscious warning.
When eight of my preteen friends began preening in front of him, unabashed, all eight swarming.
They were sucking in their tummies, and pushing out their chests right in front of him and me.
He had become at paragon of handsomeness , causing me discomfort, just a bit.
You must adore him! He has so much charisma! He is an Adonis! One said loud and clear.
I squinted my eyes, trying to figure out my new cousin in his 14th year.
He was practically smoldering, his brown eyes blazing, a party favorite, the confirmed “hit”.
Written on July 13, 2018
Entered into Laura Loo's Rhyme Time Lucky 8 Contest