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Sweet little feet as she walks,
frame petite in the park on the trail.
Slender and small such a doll
with her ever so Betty Davis eyes.
I want your life.... little sticks hold
her long darkly hair, she can't
weigh more over then a fair
sized Dalmatian.
I'll strangle this Vixen....
Yes that's what I said, I'll choke
the life right out of her head...
Yes, and I'll beat her up too
I'll sneak to behind this shrew
and wait for just the right time,
then my hands will take of her life!
Have their ride. muuaahaha
~Uncle fester the band played on...
From the bushes she lifts her nose.
Fresh scent of the morning rose,
Delicate this little bush grows, in the sun
Her fragrance, I know well.
~There's a bee that's come to my arm.
Buzzing humble with the sweetest
little chime, of a bumble. Hi there...
The silence enhanced by your charm,
Gentle breeze come to carry you on.safely
~ I heard your song. Sweet bird.
Taking steps to the Marigolds there.
Fixing sticks in my darkly hair...
And know, they're not wood.
Lovely Little squirrels are at play!
A smile washes through the best day
Near the Great Oak Tree, I say.
Just another beastly moment more
and the foul little girl at my door,
shall know the wrath of me.
My glee is overwhelming, eyes
on fire in my head they're pounding,
maggots eat in my heart and then....
And then. While under the Great Tree.
Beside the Light was a flash, of Three.
Low and to her side she spun these,
Elevation aid the sound of her knees,
Obliteration. Before he could see
The Miss.take he was about to be or...
The Lovely Marigolds she picked
from her layer next she walked the park
and wrote there. About Peace...
The Butterflies return to her hair.
Two. And purrrr said the Kittens there.
~Circle grows a cLover in a Square~
And I'm a Lego.Ninja.Too ;)
And this was just for afun.Ay.Honey ;p smooches!
~She walks on~
Form:
My current avatar has a story:
I once posted this avatar and someone sweet (Craig Cornish) on the SOUP
blogged about it and named me Betty Boop. Since then...the name has stuck.
I don't know if I look like Betty Boop, but here's the scoop...that woman is
HOT and SIZZLING...
So, My name is BETTY BOOP FROM BEIRUT. In honor of Jack Ellison, who has
a poem up by that title, I put the avatar back up. I call him Kenny! Short for
Kenny Rogers! Yea...I love that guy...His snow white hair is just....so
amazing...and JACK is SO similar, so...I named him Kenny. There...the secret
is out.
Please check out Jack Ellison's Poem of the same title! :) You'll know what I
mean.....http://www.poetrysoup.com/poems_poets/poem_detail.aspx?
ID=591772
XOXOXOXO
Big smooches from sultry sexy sizzling and scintillating Betty! (Let me dream,
will ya?)
I've also been named the following:
Queen Eileen by Flo (FJ THOMAS) but I can't put her poem up because she
has left the soup! :( Her poem was entitled...The Kingdom of Ghali
Queen of the Romantic Pen (Richard Lamoureux has a poem by that title up
about me) http://www.poetrysoup.com/poems_poets/poem_detail.aspx?
ID=499183
The Warrior Princess (Richard Lamoureux has a poem up by that title as well)
http://www.poetrysoup.com/poems_poets/poem_detail.aspx?ID=495978
Desert Orchid (Richard Seal)
Agony Aunt (Richard Seal)
AND
Hurricane Eileen (Richard D Seal has a poem up by that name, and since he
has been MIA...I will say that it I think it is a literary masterpiece!)
http://www.poetrysoup.com/poems_poets/poem_detail.aspx?ID=474125
And Teach...by more than one, Kenny included! ;)
AND....HOT VELVET!!! By none other than LYRIC MAN! Well, y'all know where
to find HIS writes! ;)
Each is dear to my heart! :) I'm happy....Like a room without a roof! ;)
On a warm Thursday morning
my mouth leaped off my sleepy face and eluded
my messy apartment.
It went absent for years.
All the “missing” signs with $100 dollar rewards
did not pay off.
So I had to cope with people’s kind aid.
They ate off my food bite by bite,
verbalized what was on my mind,
and smiled instead of me.
It was awful being lipless.
The joys that came with my mouth were suddenly omitted, like:
Leaving smooches on people’s cheeks.
Laughing, (when I wanted to.)
Centering pouts to my foes.
Smiling to strangers.
Until one day, while reading the morning paper
the headlines said that a mouth had been found
lost.
So I went to the center where they said my mouth was
being taken care of.
When I got there I was flabbergasted with
what the Dentist had told me.
“Your mouth needed a leash,
that voiced tongue and
intimidating full set of teeth.
So we plucked out some of its fangs.
Oh, and its Wise teeth too.
You know all the commotion genius could do…”
I frowned.
“And that vindictive tongue! Would
not keep silent. It screamed poems
about licking society-inflicted wounds,
self-righteousness, individuality,
and those crazy things. So we chopped that
off too, until it could no longer sing.”
he spoke with a hiss in his
voice.
“I am proud to say that this is our
greatest work so far.
Maya, you are finally healed.
This mouth was going to get you into a lot of trouble, young lady.
Now, would you like your mouth back?”
I shook my head with disapproval,
gushed into tears and stormed home.
I let my mouth go and set it free.
What use would a speechless mouth
have been to me?
Dear Crush,
I got my gallery full of your pictures
My wall is full of my writings 'bout you
When friends ask me who you are, I say you're mine
' cause if I don't they'll ask for your number and I swear it's the last thing I would do,
To lose you
Furthermore, it feels right you being mine
When I tell them of how we met last time
Those hugs and smooches,
The sweet moments that were always eager to end,
They drool over you
They can't stand your figure and the thought of my luck
So they sit down and humble
And ask me to find them someone like you
They say that you must be having friends like you
If only they knew you were just fantasy,
And we have never met but only in dreams
They would laugh at me,
They would call me names for my inauthenticity
And eliminate me from their crew
For they would think am a shame to manhood
But I know what am in for
I know you'll be mine one day
That's why am still hanging on this end of the rope
Waiting for you to cross the finish line
You may be too swift for me
But at times I beat the snails
Doesn't matter as long as I reach the horizon
And rekindle that hope of us
Not just behind my keyboard but in reality.
Make those dreams come true and shame the streets
Make my homies recognize me for the prowess I never had.
So, I was talking to cupid
And he gave me an arrow
Gave me a bow and taught me how to aim at the string
I am trying to hit the mark
But the target is out of sight
Dear crush, come along before I become a sophisticated marksman
'cause I might hit the wrong targets
Be mine.
Your loving persistence
mixed with blissful insistence
and reassuring assistance...
is always bestowed so sweetly.
Your charm is beguiling
giving me smooches while smiling
harken closely - and I’ll sing...
all of your praises quite neatly.
You are constantly there
amidst the angst and despair -
dulcet declarations repair...
the worrisome wounds in my head.
An endearing embrace
filled with affection and grace
gently put my fears in their place...
without one harsh word being said.
Mother,
I hear small unfortunates weep -
devoid of sweet lullabies at sleep
to cleanse the sting
in their heads and their chest.
Tasting the tears of their plight -
they clutch torn teddy bears at night
praying one day, they too, will be blessed.
Your unselfish concern
spoken aloud or taciturn
were the sweet lessons I’ve learned...
soft sonnets resound in my heart.
All the love you have shown
throughout the years as I’ve grown
has united my soul with your own...
never to be broken apart.
Your soothing warm trust
is always gentle and just
making it quite clear that one must...
"let your attributes shine like a gem.”
But at night, as I sleep
I hear unfortunates weep
pondering the gifts they would reap...
if I could show-and-tell share you
with them.
'nite, Mom…
O N L Y E V E R W I T H Y O U
Only ever with you, I love to have and hold
into the circle of your arms, I'll unfold;
into your blue eyes' greeting shine, my gold;
only ever with you, I yearn to grow old...
Only ever with you I can write rhymes as such
for you bring my muse from dust to dash, to hush
Only ever with you my being wants to attach
as first step already taken to our primrose path
Only ever with you, tips dance linger to cherry lips
Slow summer hands will roam vast to wonderland
Whence pearl white peel smooches chocolate skin
only ever with you, heartbeats climbs a boiling point
Stars and moon may leave the dark skies
yet, one look at the gleam of your blue eyes
day and night, I see the rising sunrise.
Only ever with you, I will dive to lows or heights
for only ever with you, I'll plunge to infinity.
Prayers plea asking blessings from Divinity
to tie two hearts and two souls in sole unity.
Mindless to whatever is there in humanity
Only ever with you...
_______________________________________________
POEM OF THE DAY -- February 27, 2015
©O. E. Guillermo
5:32 pm, February 26, 2015
TAKE SOME IME AND READ BETWEEN THE LINES
NUTURE THOSE WORDS WHICH NEED NUTURING
CAUSE ATTENTION TO THE PARTS THAT NEED TO
HAVE ATTENTION, ONE VERSE LEAD TO ANOTHER
AND BUILDS-UP TO CLIMAX AND RESTART THE CHORUS
IN THE VERSE ONE LINE STARTS THE NEXT COVERSATION
UNTIL YOU AND I COME TOGETHER TO BEGAN THE CHORUS.
COMPLIMENTS AND GREETINGS, SMOOCHES AND KISSES
TIL WE GET DOWN TO GETTING DOWN.
THE TWO SOPRANOS MUMBLE ENOUGH TO BE HEARD
THE ALTOS AND TENORS SING CLEARLY SO THE SONG CAN BE HEARD
THE BASS' PUT BOTTOM AND COME BACK ON TOP, WHEN WE START
DUETING THEN THEY STOP. TAKE HEED TO WHAT'S GOING ON, IT MORE COMPLEX THAN THE OTHER SONG'S, TAKE SOME TIME WE GONNA DO-IT RIGHT
THEY'LL APPLAUD THIS ON AND ASK FOR ONE MORE NIGHT
GET THAT LOVE, CAUSE THE LOVE IS WHAT WE NEED.
SUGAR BABY HONEY BUN, SWEET PIE, YOUR THE SWETEST ONE
LET ME KNOW JUST HOW YOU FEEL, SWEET STICKY THANG, THAT FOO REEL
AINT GOT NO TYME, TIL THE NEXT ONE, LET DO-IT RIGHT,YOU KNOW THE ONE
WE CAN AD-LID A FADE IF THE SOUND IS RIGHT, CRISP ENOUGH, THEY'LL SAY YOU KNOW THAT'S RIGHT.
depth of scintillating eyes twitching just to see my barren soul-
your hands MELT over my body as you kiss my somnolent nape;
for my zenith has been met ~ a vestige of your silhouette ~
(embracing evocative dawn before the lithe of dusk)
an aria of light surrounds your aura,
transcending through all that i am and all i could ever be~
you say my beauty,
becoming,
i say your lips,
soft as chiffon
and
i am the air to your sky,
the push to your shove~
you are the reason i fly
with wings like a dove
sugar-coated smooches with your lips pressed against mine~
strawberry sundae romance with a cherry on top;
~we created the perfect match~
side by side,
carrying each other through mediocre obscurity;
hand in hand~
we weather the storms in uncharted territory;
a
mysterious
love...
I'D DIE FOR
11.20.19
Get you tipsy drunk
Make you fall in my bed of love
I got you caught up
I wear the strings like skin
I’ll be your violin victim
If you be my penal piano
Fingertip your lips
Kiss your kisses
I want to freak you and
You just giggle.
You can’t do nothing about it.
I got you whipped
Wrapped around my hips
I’m gon’ bite you and I wanna hear you scream
I’m gonna make you say my name
Ejaculations of E&J
Smooches of sweet Schnapps
Tongue twist of Tequila
Hot Hennessy Hickeys
Asss and Alize
I want it my way
I’m gon pinch ya asss make you “Shake it Fast”
Tongue down your throat
Sucking the muscle from your nipples
Bathing your navel with mine
Nasty Naughty Nights
Original Orgasms
I’m cheating on your weakness
Honey handcuffed hugs
Freak You? Man I’m gonna make you cry
Drain those eyes of chastity you have for me
Once and for all I’m taking advantage
You feel me!
Form:
What a lovely Sunday morning in the park
Sky and lake alive and baby dressed in blue
In the stroller by the bench with mom and pop
They kiss between each lick from Popsicles on a stick
Delicious as the smooches they deliver cherry sweet
Little baby is occupied with his lollipop of yellow
An unsavory fellow old and gray crawling in the grass
Twisting winding exactly like a snake to steal his snack
The child will not be compromised by Mr. ugly creeping up
Greasy filthy hands reach out to take his stuff
The little one pulls out two pistols from his covers
Because two guns are better than one
He fires away like a happy holiday
It is not nice to take a lollipop
It might seem easy as stealing candy from a baby
But not from one with two hand guns gone crazy