Pas Poems - Poems about Pas

Starmer when said 'return of sausages', He just meant safe return of hostages. Yet, in this world of words Where actions are rare birds, Gaffes rule, tongues slip with faux passages! ____________________________ Happenings |32.09.2024| humour, political, words Poet’s note: The UK Prime Minister Starmer called for the return of sausages, which soon went viral. Sure, he meant hostages....

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Pas de deux of hearts; Reaching for her hand he bows with such grace; An enthralled smile asks ‘May I have this dance?’ Dressed to mingle, to twist and shout; Balanced breathing, a profound pulse; Heat rises with a touch on her back, Just one finger slides....

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For those who lack conviction Aspirations stay but a mirage And for those crafting mountains from mole hills Detriment a deadly barrage Believers of strange eyes upon them Flaunt shame as a wristed corsage And without the courage to soften their hackles Lie confined in their mind's dank garage Jongleurs of fabled failures Treat their worry to massage Subjecting the rest of their dreadful days To...

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Inapropos trois faux pas jokingly blurted out... yesterday August 30th, 2022. The following fictitious account predicated upon words spilling out me mouth before taking time to think through how sarcastic remark would affect primary listener. Comments about marital matters particularly ours (yours truly and wife) uttered in earshot of the missus in company of a fellow resident who befriended us; hours later, she gave me a severe dressing...

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Drama-Free Final I'm from here, you are from there... ...

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In the delightful dancing turns the gentleman in wiggles making the lady slides at the ball magnificent pas de deux! ensemble !...

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I look up from my desk and say, Good morning. You flash a flirty smile, then look away. I wink and doodle something in my notebook. You brush on by with nothing more to say. But darlin’, ain't it sweet when we take chances? I feel a sharp electric tingle every time we touch. It’s the danger found in copy room...

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This lovely fruit that clings to tree: it beckons shyly, just to me. Not an apple to pick, alas; nor a fine pear--I almost pass. But then a perfume fills the air, almost too sweet for one to bear. And so I pick this lovely fruit and give to one in my pursuit. She thought it beautiful, at first. I wasn't ready for the...

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Stomped by intruding and invasive breed, Foul footprint of this year is a misdeed - Two weighty boots with heavy tread Stirred quite a lot of dirt and dread. COVID and DONALD just will not concede! November 23, 2020...

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My wolf kisses me like I am something he can fix. As if he could drown me in watered-down love, force a baptism upon me But he cannot simply rinse out my evil in his morning gargle It festers in my bones, a burning rot in the absence of religious certainty How can he think I need his Majesty's...

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The boy looks at me with fear in his eyes. Hesitation in the face of temptation. I am his ruin, a pit trap, a fall from grace. I am that which he strengthens his faith by denying. I am frightening, something he has not been told to want. But he is not a boy, he is a wolf. The wolf I...

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If you go away you tear my heart from my breast and tears drip from my opened chest. Come back to me remember the love we shared and life can be restored once more unbared. Not a word, not a single tear as you step away. Leave me then, slip into the darkness of night and let me...

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Don’t forget I tried and did My best I gave it all And more Don’t forget When you See my picture That this man Lived ten lives Took the pain Of ten men But felt the Love of none Don’t forget I was just a man Of flesh And sin Foibles And Faux pas Don’t forget This man Was your Dad...

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of part one pertaining to my most recent poetic entry (Inexplicable Quirky Memory Unhinged clasp one) unintentionally got submitted twice, and rather than tamper with attempting to delete delicately, (and probably wreak greater havoc then desirable), this generic human male (meaning thy characteristics of body, mind and spirit) lumped within that general category designated as...

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When you get to my old age of eighty-two You and your doctor, dance a pas de deux An entrée, an adagio Dance like two buffaloes Quite a pretty sight, worth a spleen or two...

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