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He came to her doorstep with his tool
He aimed to fix her problem with minimal use of joules
With his magic tool in hand
There he stood tall, dark, and handsome. Yes, Mr. Fix It man
She opened up and welcomed him into her abode
Her heart skipped a beat as her wistful eyes held a story untold
He saw what he thought was the problem so with no hesitation he went to work
He proudly commanded his tool so he could fix the hurt
Mr. Fix It worked and worked and worked some more
The joule count started to rise as he continued to explore
He had had so much success in the past, hence the name Mr. Fix It
But this time he could tell this job was different; there was more that he couldn't see that was in it
The more Mr. Fix It worked; it became abundantly clear
The type of work she needed was much, much deeper
Oddity to Perfection
Who is this enigma, what is he about,
You think you know him but its all a facade,
But with every movie, we enter his world,
Another story, another character sometimes a little odd.
He is tall, dark and handsome with a rare talent,
An actor for our era, so different and composed.
Choosing his movies out of interest and deep with research,
Suggesting many changes, that are seldom opposed.
He draws us into the story that we would normally not watch,
Keeping us glued to our seats until the end credits roll.
We forget our worries and how easy he makes it look,
He can make us laugh or touch us deeply to our soul.
He melts into the person and immerses us in the story,
From Scissorhands to pirates, we watch him become the part,
No one else but Johnny Depp can provide such perfection,
He stretches our imagination and tugs at our heart.
Written by Lee Ramage
For contest "My favourite movie star"
Placed First
When all is said and done, I've saved my Black Suit and If it be today That The Lord Takes me away....I am ready. With my own seat,my funeral suit and a pure heart..Lord if you are ready, I am ready. I thank you for my beautiful self, tall dark-and handsome : I am Ready,waiting and willing to sit by your side. There’s nothing in right order in America. / I am dressed / Ready to address God almighty. I will tell you everything. If you send for me now, I am ready. I am your disciple. I will be your angel,when you appear before me I will give you full report... Yes Lord,''I am ready whenever you come''.!
They were loyal sisters.
The older
was also more fair,
prettier in an Original Barbie kind of way.
She had been sick
when her younger,
darker,
more tomboy sister
met and first desired
my tall, dark, and handsome Uncle.
When older and fairest of all Sisters
returned home,
after a long healthcare absence,
she too desired Uncle Handsome,
as did we all,
in our time and ways,
but Handsome's eyes never wavered again
once reset on older and fairest Sister.
Young darker Sister, left behind,
began to heal
when tall, dark, and handsome #2
showed up
and spoke smokey truths
of happiness,
kindness,
quiet gentleness.
But not too gentle.
Slow and steady; confident
integrity could heal all guilt
and angers
and prior disappointments.
These two Sisters
and their TD and H husbands
lived near each other
and grew old together
with unspoken neighborly mistrusts,
unresolved struggles with and about envy,
jealousies and jilts,
but also laughter and deep mutual regard.
Who can control chemistry,
or timing?
Who can forgive,
and how long could this revolution take?
Yet even restrained love
can grow abundantly rich
with both age and generosity.
Younger and darker Sister
lost her husband to cancer
and then her memory,
while older fairest Sister and husband
moved into assisted housing
after reaching golden fifty years
together.
Then good-natured patient waiting
to embrace final retirement,
a journey we each take alone,
as when we entered
except without Mom nearby,
or maybe this too remains the same, somehow.
Older ancient Barbie Sister
did not let go
until younger jilted Sister
quietly stopped breathing in her deep night sleep,
lost in memories not accessible by day.
Ten nights later
Barbie Sister passed out of embodied memories
in this same way.
Safe at last,
knowing it was then too late
for TD and H Uncle
to go back before that place
where they had started.
They say death comes in threes.
I wonder why.
It Ain't Easy Being Stupid
The sweet reggae music
And the oldies Goldie’s Outbids the
Noise in the night
Tall dark and handsome,
I saw him standing there,
A well shave face viper
His artistic designs
From ear to cheek
Zigzags lines that
Shape his round face
The shine on his face clashes
With the street light
To have such a deep admiration
From a sex stave woman
I was in love the six packer
the bearded caribbean viper
Under the street light; they he stand tall
I sigh! and took another sip of beer
as memory recalls I about to have an affair?
I whisper softly " Lord “Please don't failed me now
That was the night
When I surrender my heart, my secrets
for moment of bliss that fulfills only
a temporary curiosity of most women
My self-confidence forfeit
The enemy captured my heart
Self-confidence is to do
What you are afraid to do.
I have done it all
I surrender everything to a tall six packers
the beard caribbean viper
A moment of sanity
From another human being to another
It Ain't Easy Being Stupid
Life was never boring,
Selling roses from my shop,
You were invited to visit and
You’d learn men’s secret affections.
The first to arrive was the usual fare
A well-built hunk of a man.
Tall, dark and handsome that women adore.
Twelve orange ones, he asked.
Amazed I wondered what he had in mind,
Must be a new fling no doubt.
For orange means enthusiasm and desire.
He knew well the language of sweet buds.
A newbie arrived, so shapely and cordial
A lady I knew not I was sure of it,
As she asked for a bunch of yellow blossoms.
This feeling was so hard to explain
For yellow stands for many things
Joy, gladness, friendship, Welcome Back,
Remember me, or ”I care".
Tommy, the shy one, tip toped inside,
As usual he chose the lovely pink.
It was his way to say thanks and hope
That she will always believe in him.
A couple of coral ones, how abrupt Peter was.
He knew they meant desire never lasting love.
I’d rather he never entered my oasis
For all he deserved was arid sand not bliss.
Martin was next, and how he beamed.
It was love at first sight, said he.
So I suggested as I knew,
That a lavender rose would please her most.
My friend Elise had made a coup.
So I gave her a bunch of mixed flowerets.
Peach for appreciation and white for purity.
Wasn’t Elise delighted that day?
It was almost time, needed to close shop.
When the outside door opened for the last time.
The lady I had seen early that day returned.
“You did not like my flowers?” I asked.
She nodded and then stuttering said:
“My mum has died. Just one black rose please.”
I don’t know why a tear trickled down my face.
A GENTLEMAN IN THE NIGHT :
She sat alone, in a dress of ivory silk.
Beneath the stars, sparkling
like the white wine
shared at the party.
Her mind drifted gently
like the leaves that fell from
the late autumn trees
in the park nearby.
She turned her gaze heavenward
and felt the soft breeze,
uplifting, cradle her chin
in her warm hands.
The gentleman had made a promise;
by the stroke of midnight,
that she await at this very spot,
for his descent.
How handsome he had been,
his slender fingers caressing her back,
as they danced, entranced,
the music guiding them.
He whispered his instructions
in her ear, so soft...
Under his power, she obeyed.
Bringing her here, to wait.
Her luscious locks swayed,
moving with the wind,
just as she had moved with him;
A shadow.
Out of the murk he strode.
Tall, dark, and handsome.
She swooned pre-emptively,
awaiting his embrace.
As he drew from beneath his cloak,
it glinted, but why?
The precious moonlight reflected,
both in her eyes, and in the steel.
The reflection only momentary;
his blade, dulled by lavish burgundy,
and her eyes,
dulled by the embrace of death.
She sighed softly, nary a sound,
as he embraced her one final time,
whispering to her his farewell.
She smiled, and slipped into the ether.
They found her come morning.
A single rose alighted upon her lifeless form.
The gentleman had struck once more.
And disappeared into the night.
By Aliza Kashmala Kiran
~ Limerick Style ~
At an age when most men are watching their stomachs grow
Tom Brady had second thoughts about hanging up his cleats, and so
He simply unretired
And instantly inspired
Legions of balding, middle-aged men to chuck a few passes
~ and sprain their right elbow
_______________________________________________________
Tom Brady is the Greatest American football quarterback of all-time.
He has led his teams to a record 7 Super Bowl Championships. Last
month, at age 44, he came within a couple of whiskers of doing it again.
He's also tall, dark and handsome; married to super-model, Gisele
Bundchen; and has a brilliant future in whatever arena he chooses
to enter -- after he wins another Super Bowl next February, that is!
She sat in the cafe
Thinking about her day
How it was so long
And how her love life was so wrong
Is there anyone out there for me
Tall, dark, and handsome
But she was soon to find her answer
She raised her head to see
A guy approach her table
He had no name tag, but a label
He was tall, handsome, but he wasn't dark
She had a feeling that slowed her heart
She said to herself, she couldn't, she wouldn't dare
He smiled with interest, this was way too different
My name is Paul, can I ask you yours
She thought they came from two different worlds
And she wasn't that type of girl
He told her how beautiful she where to him
And how he would love to take her out
She tried to speak, but nothing came out
She was in complete shock
She finally said my name is Brenda
While his blue eyes stared at her
She was thinking what people would think
But her heart said yes
When her brain was saying no
But I would be different, and say yes
And she did
Form:
LIKE A PEARL NECKLACE
Tall, dark and handsome,
First impressions are good.
A lovely accent accentuates his lips,
this man who loves my sister.
Two families joined as one,
As white and dark wrist circles
celebrate at their wedding
With aromatic arabic melodies
Fe Sehetak
A lovely cup of love
~
He was working at the Jerusalem Hotel.
She was on assignment in Israel.
~
A rolling car and shattered glass,
Almost snatched, the lives of father and son,
but for a miracle from God.
~
In my sister’s living room, cozy,
her husband’s Palestinian parents.
Emotive communications,
Joey’s grandma and I,
through God’s grace.
Our mutual love of her grandson, my nephew.
We point to the baby, and we blow kisses,
and point to the heavens.
A shared cup of joy and tears.
~
Like a pearl necklace we slide together,
the world grasped in the beauty of
shared smiles and gratitude.
And love.
6/11/2017