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Sylvia is an earthly goddess;
who can resist her lovely eyes?
Wouldn't any guy be amazed by
her incredible personality?
Not everyone has the loveliness of Sylvia,
even the simplest word is sublime...
they listen and seem very excited;
nothing that comes out of her mouth is sad!
Who dares to compare herself to Sylvia?
I've seen many beauties, but she's divine!
Not all girls can be happy with what they have,
Sylvia has that perfect body men surely admire;
even her pretty eyes change from blue to violet...
when the Western sky turns completely scarlet!
Sylvia is an earthly goddess making guys
lose their minds and telling girlfriends lies;
can I lose mine and be unfaithful to Adele,
can I share stolen moments with Janelle?
A shadow crossed the room
in the corner of my awareness
A cloud outside somewhere, probably,
but for an instant, I thought that motion was you.
Thoughts of you are casually intrusive.
Maybe you’d crawled into my luggage - and hidden.
There’s a complex birthday candle wish.
Desire owes no deference to logic
When I think of you, my tummy becomes warm satin and I know,
that in your hands, I could be boneless and lusciously obedient.
For a while, anyway.
I remember us at the beach, lounging in deep parasol shade,
how your tanned skin glistened with tiny beads of sweat
and your endless legs stretched out like a centerfold’s.
Or you pulling me up out of the pool, one-handed, effortlessly,
with enough force that I briefly flew, and how you’d gently guide me down.
“What are you doing?” I’m virtually slapped out of my erotic fantasy, by Lisa, who’s standing, exasperated, sandaled toes tapping, purse in hand.
“Daydreaming,” I answered weakly, as I jumped up to get myself ready.
Has it only been four days since I left you?
I already feel tragically underheld.
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A song for this:
Ain't it a shame by The B-52s
Locked Inside by Janelle Monáe
...Janelle Hayes was president in those days,
second woman to lead the fifty states,
a career-driven woman, quite well read,
she listened to Chris, all the words he said.
It seemed so insane, the things he did speak,
but Janelle was smart, and realized quickly
that what this kid knew could not be a joke,
if there was no change, there would be no hope.
But if you know the future then you can act,
Janelle could set things on another track,
she knew of the lab, and what was coming,
but sadly we had overlooked something.
You see, Janelle Hayes was just forty-six,
and deep-down regretted not having kids,
as she talked with Chris, who was so alone,
feelings started growing, like none she’d known.
The maternal instinct, so long suppressed,
led her to adopt the time-displaced Chris,
the public knew nothing of what was to come,
just though their leader had got a new son.
It was quite a story, played on the news,
no favorability points did she loose,
and to her credit, she did love the boy,
amidst politics he was her great joy.
But as I said Janelle Hayes was quite smart,
now her mind was pitted against her heart,
she knew the dark future, but knew that Chris
without that future would not now exist.
Which meant if she worked to make a change
the future she’d build would not be the same,
which meant that her son would never appear,
the one she loved most would no longer be there.
I wish I could say she made the right choice,
but if she had I could not give this voice,
the love for her son proved greater in time,
Janelle chose him over all of mankind.
The plague ran it’s course, it all happened again,
the same endless death of men and women,
new memories of this time-loop arose
in all of our minds, it was quite a blow.
We have enough fuel for just one more trip,
and I’ll say that I volunteered for it;
yes, it will kill me, but I do not care,
we know where the lab is, I’m going there.
Some say it may mean war, China had nukes,
there’s a risk to that, it’s a real truth,
but doing nothing just leads to our end,
love undermined us, now there’s just violence…
Silk & Diamond, Kanye West,
Marcellus Wiley, Isiah Thomas,
Jason Whitlock, R C Maxwell,
Angela Staton King, Umar Johnson,
Paris Dennard, Darrell Scott,
Ben Carson, F Lee Francis,
Tammy Bruce, Mark Levin,
Jeremy Hunt, Charrise Lane,
Carol Swain, Felecia Killings,
Ben Shapiro, Tyrus,
Adam Carolla,
Kat Timpf, Winsome Sears,
Jennifer Ruth Green, David Webb,
Rob Smith, C J Jordan,
Bob Johnson, Vernon Jones,
Herschel Walker, Robert Maxwell,
Byron Donalds, Melik Abdul,
Paula White, Thomas Rodgers,
Raymond Jackson, Lawrence Jones,
Janelle King, Jessica Millan Patterson,
Jesse Lee Peterson, Karen Lake,
Randy Quaid and Jeff Sessions.
ALLITERATION OF FAITHFUL JS2 FAITH
Candles calmly casting crimson classroom glow,
Choirs of chatter settling, soft and slow.
Darasimi stands serene, sky-tall, & wise,
Peaceful, observant of all, responsible eyes.
Adeife dreams designs with artistic air,
Reserved creativity, always ready to share.
Anucha stays calm, engage rarely, introvert breed,
Omoyemi owns her space, outspoken, bold lead.
Israel lingers lightly, shy & prefer the shadow ways
Jamil joyously joyful, friend-first all days.
Jubilee giggles gently with baby-voiced cheer,
Glowing gracious greatness, her virtues appear.
Precious permits peace, maturity; her help is true,
Sardonyx smiles thru strain, vociferous voice in view.
Ore mixes intellect, vivaciousness & maturity with cheer,
Christian crafts cool stares, street-smart crystal clear.
Nathaniel nurtures notions, man-mountain in his own eye.
Janelle juggles justice, responsibility drape like a tie.
Tioluwanimi teases tales, restless, hilarious & loud,
Joshua leads large, keen & confidence unbound.
Semilore sparkles softly, jovial with allies,
Smiles with friends, jovial and nice.
Toluwalase treasures truce, eager to please.
Gbemisola glows grace, gap-toothed & engage with ease.
Victor ventures valiantly, creative and keen.
Vanessa voices quiet, vivid virtues unseen,
Faizal fashions faith, fearless focus above age.
Melvin moves manly, mannerism fluctuate the stage.
Valerie, calmly graceful, quietly playful,
Thoughtful & bright; intelligent, lady-like & faithful.
Strength stitched softly in all they know,
Calm and chaos converse as they grow.
From quiet corners to confident cheer,
Each unique voice rings crystal clear.
Potential pulses in desks & day dreams.
Futures forming beyond these school scenes,
Different yet bonded, brilliant, beautiful & bliss.
Minds mingle, morals moulded in might we share.
JS 2 Faith class is a chorus of courage & care.
Fearless futures in 40 lines drips our heart to cheer!
VICK MANUEL POETRY {VMP}
FORM: Alliteration/Rhymes
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