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He/She/Lemmingsonabridge BAH! SAYS YOU!
WHAT ISN'T ARTsyfartsy?
Tickle my eyes
sensations blurring
casserole fishdish
cold stone marble ears
Fiddledeedrumsticks handlebar mustache
calligraphic impotency
within the fireworks
of eastern Jupiter
Apples
Cattle ranch
my little ones
I love you I love you I love you
Salamander Samba Salsa Simba Silence Speaking Sacrilege
Loquat
Sorry Wait Water Weight Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
Minneola minaret
I DON'T GET IT
I can't peel my hair!
KABOOM
spiral
Can anyone tell me the truth behind the lemon tree's bastard son, the emerald?
My brain's a leaping hopscotch feather
Ape ricotta
Ernesto Zucchini
April dentist
and... stop.
okay go!
eating tom's a foolery
Bean turd soup?
Who you calling a dirty orangeeater?
I am lord of the marshmallow!
Take a bite out of My Fig tree because
I forgot what time the dining hall
BANG COLLAPSES
Form:
Rapunzel, Rapunzel, such beautiful hair
I bet it needs a lot of care
Oh how I love these lovely blonde locks
And those blue eyes, ever ready to shock
The tower in which you so sweetly sang
And all around the echo of your haunting melody rang
Often you’d let down your curly tresses
For the young prince’s hot caresses
Those wild kisses and encircling arms
Away from prying eyes of people on the farms
The evil witch in her scarlet coat
Would come visiting by the boat
And sternly call from right under
Her shrill voice would ring like thunder
Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair
That I might climb the golden stair
Enchanting is this love tale
That children have heard all around the vale
And preserved to be retold again
The world will a lot from this gain
25/07/2011
By Tahera Mannan
For Linda’s ‘Disney’ contest
*****This poem was a love letter written by one of my dearest friends who is also my
room-mate... He asked me to take this letter and make it into a poem for him... Three
pages condensed to this....
In the last month I have been away from the soup because I have been playing muse... I
have posted two poems by Mr. Samuel Brooks, and now this poem from Dino Bravo...... Both
of these men have the "Gift of Gab" like me... Meaning witty, and comfortable with the
opposite sex... We are three wolves on the hunt... The Three Amigo's: Asavvy1, Dino
Bravo, and Mr. Chocolate WoW.... Dino wants your honesty, as do I... Seeing as I condensed
it.....:JP]******
**Thoughts of the One**
I want somebody to spend my life with,
share my love with.
Someone to show me how special she is,
share her love with me.
Wishing I had someone who feels me,
is kinda similar to me.
A love blatantly,
visible.
A vibrant love we both can see.
We don't have to share common hobbies,
differences in many ways.
But communication is key,
embracing love,
together,
we end our days.
An unconditional love!
One that thrives beyond death.
Screaming for you silently,
with every deep breath.
Dino Bravo
01/20/2010
The Balding Hippie
Form:
dear music,
so what are you going to do
knowing that i am perfect for you
your silent whispers
that sanq of warm breezes
your beauty i was unworthy of
but i listened
the paranoia behind trustinq you
i see you sweat
tiny dropplets hittinq paved cement
it glistened
it glistened
but please watch for the demons in me
on you
but we starve for the attention
i starved for your attention
you are the reason i feel harmony from up above
knowing that i am perfect for you
blood to weak veins
like blood to weak veins
your blood my weak veins
like blood to weak veins
thinning blood blue weak veins
i am stronq
so why cant love stay
why is our love no lonqer sustained
i never sleep knowing you feel this way
for you i actually dream
but this niqhtmare that you'd never aqain come back to me
i cannot bear
i stand riqht here
so what are you qoinq to do
you know that i am perfect for you, you choose--you choose
Love Poetry
P.S
now this insomia will drive you crazy
so
drive
slow
over my heart
Lights are low. Reflections flicker on the wall
Mirror images of those from long ago.
Dead so many years, yet who are still alive...
Here,...in black and white, ...in this dark room
Bergman and Grant. I watch them as they struggle with emotion
She deceives him. He believes betrayal...
How is it possible...that he cannot see that her love for him endures?
My small screen evokes such love, bitterness, sadness and pain...
But once again...our heroine will be redeemed, and saved...in the end.
Oh yes! I know the outcome. I've seen it many times before...
Even so..I must watch again...how love conquers all....
Oh Mr. Grant! You must see how she loves you!!
Why can you not see how her heart breaks??
Ahh.....finally, yes...he carries her in his arms down the stairs to safety..
And I am curled in my chair...breathless once again.
Bergman, Grant, Stewart, Hepburn, Bogart...the list goes on and on.
We have lost them one by one, ....yet...we never really did...
They have left their presence in black and white for us to relish, ...again and again...
To take us to war torn places...to the Rhine,...to Casablanca...to the ends of the earth...
Yet we've never had to leave our chair
Those beautiful faces that never age
Like black and white etchings, that can be brought to life..
Tonight brings a teardrop, or terror, or a love like no other...
Tomorrow, they will take me to another place...another time...
As they live on and on and on.....in black and white...
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note....Just watched one of my favorites last night on TCM