Long Pairing Poems
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her brown skinned
body laying atop a
table top covered
by a white table
cloth but she is
naked yet dressed
as a buffet with
delights to eat
placed like plates
for to be self served
my finger tips imitate
chop sticks to take
the taste of her now
noodle hair with
seaweed eye brows
following further down
her cuisine figurine
fingering disoriented
flavors and spices
sipping the saki shot
puddling her bellybutton
pairing with her pear
hips where sit not fig
greens but the earthy
shiso leaves that by
uncovering these find
two slices of raw tuna
sashimi dripping blow
fish soup the deadly
delicacy i immediately
drink licking her bowl
clean liking her sticky
rice inner thighs i
find no longer fingers
but my tongue turning
over the table now
able to smell pickled
ginger and inhaling
the heat of
wasabi
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My afghan man with arms like an orangutan
who likes to kiss me while we stand
He says
He loves to look into your eyes as he kisses you
She says
You are my muse
You silly goose
And I love you mightily
and tell you nightly
He is asleep now, so i will improvise his response
He says
Oh Susie Q you are the goose
I may serve you with butter
Until I hear you utter I do
Butter she says, does another food group come along
Its wrong just to butter a girl up you know
You toss in something of a pairing to make it last long
He says
For you dear its up all night
it's quite the sight
I pet it or bat it but your voice makes it gravid
Oh dear darling you have ruined my goofy poem
You darn Scottish tall gnome
I love you forever, now get to my home!!
I put orangutan into a poem. I need an award. - For Alan 10/23/2003 11:53PM Artimus (C) Susan Manley
It started as a text chat with him
When fate decides to bring you love.. smile..
for fickle fate oft omits the finer things,
bless the ground, stay enamored, yet, awhile.
Love, ah love, it is beauty without guile
and when gifted so your hearts will take to wings.
When fate decides to bring you love.. smile...
There is no emotion more versatile
bringing happiness to squires and King's
bless the ground, stay enamored, yet, awhile.
See the faultless features which beguile
and join your woven fingers with a ring.
When fate decides to bring you love.. smile..
You found a pairing more than mercantile
to such joy may your two hearts ever cling
bless the ground, stay enamored, yet, awhile.
To Bride and Groom a toast to love nubile
and all the bliss that loving lips can bring.
When fate decides to bring you love.. smile..
bless the ground, stay enamored, yet, awhile.
Love begins with joy,
sidestepping thought ploy,
sharing and caring,
with all souls pairing.
Love is not a trade,
nor assigns a grade;
it's a warm embrace,
akin to God's grace.
Bliss bubbles passion
is love's compassion,
holding each soul near;
all to our heart dear.
When true love's seeded,
no echo's needed,
for the flame burns on,
each breath a new dawn.
Like the pristine dew,
each love hue is new,
magic on display,
making earth life play.
Fires of love let's stoke
in heart to invoke,
bliss fragrance sublime,
to heavenward climb.
21-August-2022
HMS, Rhymezone
The Meaning of Love Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
Drooping petals of ermine white
mark end of winter days.
Then there follows the purple bright
of first saffron displays.
Our world of dismal grey departs
as comes the colour show
to raise the spirit of our hearts
by bringing warming glow.
Now ends the long hibernation.
Small mammals once more feed.
Birds returning from migration
are pairing up to breed.
And soon comes rising insect hum
with buzz of bumble bee.
He flies around to find a bloom
to feed on nectar free.
In return he takes the pollen
to blooms at some distance,
assisting plant reproduction,
keeping nature’s balance.
In an unfolding poetic hymn of yours,
I will be the poet, with zealous zeal,
A Sky, unwrapped the horizon of yours,
while, I was a lonely, soaring seagull
Running brook of yours had a murmuring sound,
though, tranquil water touched mine
Within the rainy season,and your riverine landscape,
I will be the estuary, rushing to a shrine.
The mountainous high of your beauty
will be ever, an epic greenery of mine
In a pacing mayhem, in your controlling high,
I will be thy resurrection.
Be a forest in the deep, I will be the chirping bird,
in the camouflaging nature.
Salty tears of yours will be an anecdote
in these eyes, too, of mine, in pairing venture.
Wider outskirt of life and love of mine,
may it rush to yours, in prime time..
In an embroidered quilted story of yours,
I may be found, often in a silence of chime.
Na re na.. na.. na..
On a night, as dense as a silence, I will be thy color
On a moment of unfolding nature and bliss,
I will bring a surging silent uproar.
In a poem, singing bold and loud, I will be thy poet.
Wider outskirt of life and love of mine, may it rush to yours ,
in prime time..
In an embroidered quilted story of yours,
I may be found, often in a silence of chime.
Na re na.. na.. na..
May 26, 2023
The further I traveled from
me, the closer I came to you –
found myself nearing with
such found release...my heart swelling
sweet generous nectar; sensing no loss,
but, in fact, more abundance
for sharing and receiving. It is the lesson of love,
the ripening of heart's dearer agents through selfless caring –
Indeed! Love is a nurturing school...of small little
chirps, purring, and needy cries; it is cold dark
forced out by the graceful warming of heavenly
pairing: The rests minimal, and pianissimos
ever brighter: Shakespeare was not so overly theatrical
about the world being a stage, nor Poe too
speculative, about all seeming a dream
within a dream – for love is dreamy, magical
and mystically deep – The Universe shouting,
Encore!~More!~applauding endlessly such
Divine Sleep....
Birds and Bees
Beginning when I was just a child,
Eager was I and a little bit wild,
Eavesdropping on the things adults said,
Savoring tales of things done in bed.
I was as curious as I could be,
Asking some friends to explain things to me.
They didn’t know much, but fortunately,
I had great desire and tenacity.
While babysitting one day, I would see
Some magazines filled with ***********.
I got an eye-full of anatomy
Not just of the bird, but also the bee!
Fodder for fantasy found and filed.
True Romances obtained; even more then explained!
Enlightenment I gained was in my brain ingrained
Beginning when I was just a child.
Written Feb. 8, 2016
for the 4x4 word pairing master rhyme of Silent One
"Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower
We will grieve not, but rather find
Strength in what remains behind."
Wordsworth
~ ~
Youth is wild and quick to tears
Discovering firsts, and thirsts unknown
And love can wound the urgent heart
that is littered deep with countless fears.
She lost her grip upon the oars
to navigate the tender years.
A climb too steep, a love too deep
the depth would troll depression years
The tears of anguish broke the grip
of nineteen hundred, twenty six
The pairing of such fragile bliss was broken in defeat
There are a few who love too much ...
They shatter in the glow
We stood apart and watched it all
We watched the paths of two who loved,
still pondering now, of what might have been
but learned to see how time can bend,
and change the story's end ~
"Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower"
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"Movie Mania-Romance" Contest
Inspired by the movie "Splendor In The Grass" 1961
Starring Natalie Wood and Warren Beatty
Sponsor: Nicola Byrne
9/16/16
Gus shook his head and began pairing
everyone up in teams...
Then, WailersWitch walked in.
Followed closely by EllenDegenerate
who was sniffing behind WailersWitch
and snaking the air with her forked tongue
between her fingers.
Degenerate had a shirt on that suspiciously
resembled buildings at Little St. James Island,
a resort for orphans that she contributed to.
Then, Michael Ofelellah walked in with RufePal,
"we're here and we're ...
we choreographed the White Houses Nutcracker
for the White Powder Holidays, now, it's time to get something black!
They opened a mini dome of the rock
box and inside was a demon.
Yes, from inside, popped out
WhoopieCushionPatsy, her dirty
dreadlocks dangled in the air
with filthy pride that reminded one
of a dust storm swirling magically
in a sewage treatment plant, swirling waste
and racing them like Americas Cup.
"Anybody getting a good view of my anti-white princessness, yes it is truly ME!"
Michael cut in, cut the crap Whoopie,
we have a world to subdue before Hillary hogs it all...
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