Coming to Kuwait? Make sure you stay in Kuwait City.
There are over a hundred tours, and their gardens are pretty.
Be sure and ask if you can see a Kuwait dinar if you dare.
They are the priciest coins in the world, so don’t share.
The shopping malls are full of exotic things to buy.
There are numerous day trips and excursions you can try.
Be sure and see the Grand Mosque, it is a gorgeous sight.
The Islamic architecture is something that feels so right.
Should you try kiteboarding? Why not? You only live once, right?
Kuwait City at the tip of the Persian Sea is beautiful at night.
Please stop by the Ahmad-Al-Jaker Oil and Gas Exhibit if you can.
And book a private beach villa, so you can lay out on the sand.
We know you will love it here. We will leave a light on for you.
Bring some guests along please, at least one or even two.
Categories:
priciest, travel,
Form: Rhyme
A slippery stride there always is,
Where right and wrong confounding meet;
And one for the other you'll mistake,
Try hard as you may to be discreet.
The former fogged by doubts,
You'll betimes sprain for trifling sense;
And the latter's guise lamb-skinned
Often sits upon the dazzling fence.
Titanic ills spring someplace betwixt
Ages' two polar extremes above:
One akin to the other bemusing looms,
The darker winged like virgin dove.
The lighter-hued unassuming chaste,
Bestows fastest sprinters to odd ease
Her more outgoing nemesis affords;
Bartering quickest kudos for priciest peace.
Categories:
priciest, allegory, allusion, betrayal, birth,
Form: Didactic
The priciest gift of the holidays is unconditional love.
One liner Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Silent One
Categories:
priciest, giving, holiday, love,
Form: Monoku
As you slow down your car
She stands in the yard
As you speed up your heart
She says “Directions, how far”
She does not recognize you
Have you changed all that much
She looks at you puzzled
As you long for her touch
And you drive away empty
As you drive away cold
And you drive away blackened
From your heart to your soul
But your path is now clear
Though you’ve no place to go
And those things that you’ve feared
Have now rightly been shown
As you walk in the kitchen
The door never had locked
Standing behind you still smitten
The one you thought had forgot
“Was that you in the car earlier
Was that you, really you
I couldn’t believe it
Because I still love you, I do”
A reward wrapped in burlap
The priciest kind
Where if never rejected
You are never to find
So make just one more promise
To then promise again
To be true to your feelings
—from beginning to end
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2014)
Categories:
priciest, love,
Form: Rhyme
Nearly a decade is gone
Since I set my eyes on you;
Not that I didn’t want to see you,
Only that fate wedged us apart,
And denied me the priciest joy of my heart.
A now don’t know when, if ever
I will see you after so many days apart.
So much I treasure the times together spent
Before you kissed me adieu and went
To that secret place I do not know.
True I know some things I never did right:
That I took your love for granted oftentimes
And spurned the tender feelings you lavished on me.
If clocks were to be rewound the smallest bit,
You would in that auditorium sit,
And I behold your lovely face the first time.
A new, we would hold each other’s hand
And roam the city’s evening streets,
Until our feet and joints are sore and our lust
Rises to its breaking point,
And still keep walking
Till our legs are overwhelmed by dust.
Then, I would bear you to the safest place
And let your beauty quench me the rest of the night.
I would kiss your tasty lips and rid your legs of dust;
Wipe your sweet romantic tears with my tongue.
And then I would love you the last continuous time
Till the very end of the present eternity.
Categories:
priciest, lost love,
Form: Verse
I stretch from distant shores to far-off climes,
My bounty you cannot measure in a stretch;
So welcome and walk on my belly as you survey
The gems and mementos you may want to fetch.
I’m the cradle of the scurrying mammal kind,
The source of the pompous modern breath;
I hold the priciest in my colonized bosom –
All the balms you need for life and health.
I’m the mother of six full-grown daughters
But now that they are grown to consenting height,
They mock and laugh at my backward ways,
And the finger that fed them they deride and bite.
I have no use for the gold nuggets you chase
Nor any need for the diamonds you crave,
For I know not how to fashion a plane or a car,
The inabilities that make you think I’m a slave.
Come, trample and plunder your mother’s belly
And kill the spritely womb from which you came,
Because age is about to execute her anyway,
For she’s old and confined and lame.
Categories:
priciest, africa, , cute,
Form: Verse
Again
Again...
I feel no arousal
Nor in love
Nor hate
Again...
I permit his feast
upon my flesh
But why?
Again...
I verbally proclaim “no”
My feeble attempts
elicit surrender
Again...
I harbor the regret
Burden of shame
Priciest weight
Again...
I camouflage my sin
Playing an imposter
Doting wife
Again...
I declare to cease
Like an addict,
I lie
Categories:
priciest, addiction, betrayal, body, for
Form: I do not know?