A cloudy summer evening
Love stories just beginning
Feigning infatuations
Heart inflammations
Words stuck in throats
Love letters on paper boats
Reasonable not to fall
Yearning eyes tell-all
Touch beyond doubt a crime
Thoughts of beloved sublime
A clandestine tryst
Too hard to resist
Greeted by roses in a secret garden
Heavy downpours smudging
Mascaras pardoned
Vows to go the distance harden
Nightingale laments in the twilight
Lovers dance to her tune all night
Lilacs whisper
Let there be light!
Dusky dawn brings a new era
Malalas' anointed with tiara
Pilgrims ringing their bells
Daisies bidding their farewells
Amorous letters do always tell
Forever yours mademoiselle
Flittering along with gossamer wings
She espied the lemony yellow rose
Alighting gently, her place to repose
Quietly, her thoughts vague whispery things
She’d flown from up north where the cold wind stings
Now basking in the sun’s glows
Plants and shrubs in haphazardly strewn rows
Resting, listening to natural things
Searching miles for her nurturing milkweed
Living to lay eggs, her purpose in life
Never stopping to question reasons why
Performing her duty, her inner need
Accomplishing with little or no strife
The short but sweet life of this (Monarch) butterfly
I am lady that is the way I was taught to be. I stand straight my head up high. When I walk into a room my beauty is known to all that pass by. I am soft spoken, I am direct when I need to be. I am a lady that's who I will be. I was taught etiquette from the age three. A virtuous women that's how my mother taught me to be. A true lady that's who I will be. Many women see me with green eyes of evy and jealousy. Not knowing who I am just a women of mystery. As I walk into a room with grace and beauty I have men hoover over me like sweet honey. I bite my lip not knowing who to pick. They think I am tease oh please I am waiting for a true gentleman with great conversation and integrity. A true lady I will always be never a man's property.
Limerick: Once a mum Mademoiselle rode in a Metro
for Heather M.
Once (a) mum Mademoiselle rode in (a) Metro
Felt snug and dozed dreaming of Brando
Lights went out, the train stopped
Coach temperature dropped
She woke up in arms of Eskimo.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
Lying there, with another
I sought the girl-of-my-early-summer-dream
I kissed her once, twice for gleam
Only to find, she’s not in my reality!
Ah! Mademoiselle Mysteree!
All heavens know that I’m her dreamer
I- who took her for all I saw:
A set of eyes
that sang, sweetly in silken-skies
With luscious-lips,
made for the moon- mild and mellow…
Her sacred breasts-
The curves, in charms for cheered-conquest
All hips and thighs,
each to explore my Ecstasy!
Sitting there, in my reverie
I crave her whisper all day long
(My night) simmered in shivery-song,
yawning for sips of her morning-glee
and to be blessed by Mademoiselle Mysterey!
Standing there, standing still…
Where I met her once in time past
I kiss her once, but never twice
Since she baptized me in her silence
Then, now despised me
just for believing her!
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