Long Milady Poems

In Simple words
The devil has no horns
She wears smaug balm, Oh, Lord of the Rings 
She sleeps in El Dorado Street, the Hotels of Svengali
She lives on Babbit lane, and reads Currer Bell
She loves Billy...

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A FAIRYTALE ENCHANTED

Many, many times ago, milady was born.
Beautiful child of nobility, gentle birth Englishwoman.
Graceful life she did live.
Shelter away in the castle along.
Her mother did have other children,
but they were all long gone.
See her...

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Banging your head against the wall burns 150 calories an hour
However, there are some definite side effects
Remembering to put on you jockeys or your bra if you're a lady
Or if you've recently given up group...

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(for my personal twist read the last stanza];)  

Stands tall and hovering this great green landmark lady
The world's most famous gift and token
Welcoming all into Uncle Sam's ethnic potpourri
In her vast melting pot sweet...

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Dark rose
~~~~~~~~
Early one unremarkable morning
Just as Lord Apollo's chariot was rising
Alas as always, I took the tedious walk
Into my once and forever beloved garden 
For years milady to me has been an obsidian taunting
Of what...

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William Shakespeare

You watch the show week after week
You cry when you are supposed to cry
Laugh when you are supposed to laugh
You even feel the intended anger
Milady, please loosen your bustle
Breathe in the cool evening air
Know...

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A man ready to propose to his girlfriend, on Christmas Eve taking a walk through the icy park acknowledge and analyzes the snow and the love of his acknowledge.  

Beautiful snow repeatedly never seem...

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MIRROR MIRROR 

Mirror, mirror, on the wall, what do you see?
Yes you, fine Milady looking back at me,
So, you're not the young woman in the magazine,
Losing sight of her true reflection for a beautiful scene.

You’re...

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(A BIT OF BACKGROUND: The poem's persona is viewing a well-loved manga painting of a stately but abandoned old home, featuring an ethereal young girl who looks sad, and a number of half-hidden specters. This...

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Paris is  this:
A comedian
on the street an accordion
that empties it"s
songs on the Seine ...
Summer is in the square,
From La Concorde or
anywhere, and the boulevards
crowded with cars
rolling ...
On the table bottle
 fine wine !
On the...

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Minutes in, days out, I would succumb
To an electric wave of heat:  this once
Tidy dress lined in cotton and quilt now appears
Scratched like a hand-me-down cloth;
My  upper ribs  tossed into a furnace
While...

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How does one describe perfection

Guess it's all in the eye of the beholder

Well this beholder sure doesn't mind holding

Her charms with her head on my shoulder

Was watching this charmer from across the room

Wanting badly to...

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“May I fondle your gluteus maximus milady?”
“Why you certainly may, my good sir”
“A bucket like yours with such voluptuous curves
Starts me tingling and me motor to purr”

“Let us meander behind that tree over there
We can...

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“May I fondle your gluteus maximus milady?”
“Why you certainly may, my good sir”
“A bucket like yours with such voluptuous curves
Starts me tingling and me motor to purr”

“Let us meander behind that tree over there
We can...

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“May I fondle your gluteus maximus milady?”
“Why you certainly may, my good sir”
“A bucket like yours with such voluptuous curves
Starts me tingling and me motor to purr”

“Let us meander beyond that tree over there
We can...

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In flaming red clouds
a dragon arrived
coming to stop
mid flight he glides


Mists of crimson 
drift to flame-out
vision is clearing
A gift stepped out


Hide of blue Armour 
rippled in light
myriads of gashes
scars from fights


Mouth hanging open
he nodded and...

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Love is a many splendored thing
A hit song once used that title
Love is a major part of all our lives
The emotion that's particularly vital

Vital in the health and total well being
Of all creatures great and...

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Today there are no eyes on me,
a puzzling curiosity!
Whilst riding through the town most days
so many eyes are wont to gaze -

admirers of my fine fetlocks;
my handsome withers, hooves and hocks,
my finely groomed and lustrous...

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My love for you is like the rare star,
Far to reach but so warmth.
A blue colour star I guess;
For your my heaven, my rest.

I want to hold you on my lap,
Feel the compassion and care...

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Was that a lone tear making its way down her aging cheek
    Had she let herself cry for those long decades
      she'd pent it all up deep...

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