Lovey dovey in seventy-four
a large wedding, top hats at every door
blushing bridesmaids, each dressed in red
bride has lost weight, has she even been fed?
There are six children by eighty-six
the bride is now heavy, extremely thick
by ninety there are two more children to feed
bride cannot fit on a thousand-pound steed
groom loses interest by ninety-two
runs off with a younger woman, with eyes of blue
Her mother warns “he’ll do the same to you.”
She has six children when he leaves her too.
The sun couldn’t
Compare
To your beauty.
You’re the radiant light
In the sight of a thousand stars.
You’re the hope
When all is lost.
You’re the moon,
Giving light when
I didn’t know where to go.
Nothing could compare.
Adam’s rib - his Eve —
after forbidden fruit, dames
ogled in the apple tree
naked as a lovey-dove
red orbs grabbed before their plucked
5/16/2023
Lovey was a witch who like pairing things up
Salt and pepper shakers, a dog with her pup
She would pair dinner plates before she could sup
She was a woman who had not quite grown up.
Lovey actually never had a man to call her own.
If she had, she would have children home-grown.
This was not to be, and she had no friends or phone.
She was destined to live her life all alone.
But a bachelor warlock saw her heart one day.
A zing started, and he decided right away.
He would take her to dinner and make a play.
Unfortunately this was the day Lovey passed away.
They each had their lovey
Instead of each other
It used to be just the two of them
But they reverted back to their childhood
Before they found each other
Before they realized they could heal
as a unit
As a united unit
As a united unit of themselves
So they stayed on their own side
of their balloon bed, being clowns
with their loveys,
both afraid to reach out
and be what they knew they could be
as they had been it before
Sad how misunderstandings
hurt them and kept them in two
separate rings now
Their dream ringmasters
tried to get them back together
but frankly, they had forgotten
their healing ways,
and they parted soon after.
Life is hard lovey
Rain wants to be paid
Five stena per drop
For you i come cheap
You only lose a kiss
Five stena: slang meaning five thousand yen
The primroses still continue their welcome bloom on the commons on a May day,
With scattered oaks and rich thickets the birds chirping the days are longer,
Hundreds of nightingales singing together, sad songs from an enchanted forest,
A cuckoo is heard from deep in the fairy forest and the rich grasses knee deep.
Mornings now are not so dark, the pools and streams flow white with ranunculus,
Foxglove leaves are springing up, firm and green in the woods and on many banks,
Soon it will be time to dig and hoe, the red and black spotted butterfly flies,
Time to wander over ancient commons, the ichneumon flies are out busy and alert.
It's so nice to see the spring again in gardens the common current is so lovely,
Hedges luxuriantly green, the perfume of hawthorn, everything is just beautiful,
The woods to which the young people used to go out before day break, a-maying,
The sky with dark whitish clouds scudding their way to the sea, maybe some rain.
The smile on your face
Never seems to fade
I constantly think about it
Every hour of every day
I love you and you love me
As the days go by
I'm sure this is meant to be
Positive and definite
are some words one might use
I think your pretty great
That's definitely no new new's
From Long talks on the phone
and romantic trips to the beach
I can almost feel your heartbeat
Like it's within arms reach
I really miss your touch
Some call this pain
I miss the sexxy moments we've had
Like that day I kissed you in the rain
But with all the little kisses and little lovey doves
I'm sending you this poem
Because I really miss you tons
Infinity times infinity
You cant go much further
You are one awesome woman
almost as good as my mother.... ; )
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