In the late 60's it was.
In an old mansion on the
Northwest side of town.
For a brife period of time,
In a city filled with crime,
A story unfolded that would astone;
A short saga with a pleasant memory.
She was in town on a summer mission.
He was there completing his education.
The two Were drawn together romantically.
Without the presence of neither deception
Nor subtlty, it all happened rather suddenly.
Both, working in a home for wayward men,
Saw each other every now and then.
Their favorite meeting place was in the chapel
That became their llittle haven and sanctuary.
Their relationship in the hour glass of life
Appeared and disappeared rather rapidly,
But they left a mini story worth reading about.
They were pure and virtuous; and never did
They even embrace or kiss. Today's youths
Could be well served by their model.
Their best times together were spent in that
Little haven listening to a Christian radio
Program called 'Nightwatch'.
They both learned the meaning of
Self discipline, curtailed emotions,
And controlled passions. These lessons
Were learned in their getaway place,
Their little haven, their Holy Place.
I never thought I would do so well with an older man
He understands me better than any young man can
He's done with lies and toying with a woman's mind
He's looking for love from a lady of a certain kind
Its a privilege to know that I'm someone he likes
That im someone with whom he wants to spend his life
He fondles my thoughts and heart because he's very expressive
When he shares his words of experience it's very impressive
He listens to my words with his heart and not with his ears
He's not afraid to open up and tell me what he fears
He takes nothing for granted and he appreciates me
Helping me grow into the woman that I would like to be
He treats me like a gem and gives me protection
Hes very gentle with me and shows me affection
He does these things in a way that I never experienced before
When I experienced him romantically he touched me to the core
He has a way with me that takes my breath away
He sends my pulses running in every single way
He's has captured my heart because he's different from the rest
He's much older, true, but his love is the best
If I had it my way I would choose him all over again
I'm amazed I'm so compatible with this older man.
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Somewhere, several leagues beneath the sea...
'Cheerio, I'm off to school,'
smirked young Harry herring,
he was nobody's fool.
Then was heard, 'Pucker up,
I'm a sucker for you,'
but what can I do?'
Gary octopus uttered.
'Send me a love letter,
would be best I think,
I'll lend you the ink.'
Sarrie squid, she muttered.
But, when, 'Are the two of them
romantically inclined?'
and, 'Are they blind?'
Carrie cuttlefish questioned,
'Happy to say, 'I'll never tell,
my lips are sealed.'
Barry bivalve smiled,
'I'm clamming up,' he revealed.
Oh, to see such fun,
and all it did entail
to make Larry lobster laugh,
no, it could not fail.
There are friends you meet occasionally
but you're not really close
There are friends who are family
that you love the most
There are friends you like romantically
but it never worked out
There are friends who are buddies
okay to fuss and shout
There are friends you hang out with
just running about
There are friends you want to be seen with
giving you some clout
There are friends you work with
seeing only at your job
There are friends you practically live with
okay being yourself and a slob
There are friends you break up with
never really got along
There are friends you would die for
right or wrong
There are friends of every sort and kind
the most loyal your love he hogs
There are friends of unconditional love
that my friend is your dog.
“A flawless, flirtatious face, christened with the footprints of nature.”
Quote by Poet
Beguiling is the fluffy white snowflakes'
elegant waltz. It's flowing romantically
and gracefully, descending from heaven,
spiraling, and glistening like fireflies
against the shadowy moonlight.
Taking the world in its embrace
in a fresh drawn cool breath of crisp winter.
Sunrise over a snow-laden landscape.
Silent chimes hastening heartbeat
Resonance with natures crunching footsteps.
Olive eyes
Drink your smile
Cranberry cries
Of deep denial
Candy kiss
Of licorice
Can’t resist
I’m ticklish
Cocoa soul
Hot and deep
Hands we hold
Sweaty sweet
Like tootsie rolls
Are my feet
Licking toes
Make me weak
Yeast roll buns
Soft and brown
Fingers of fun
Let hair down
Braids escape
Like a wave
Rubbing face
Touch your fade
There’s a lake
You inspire
A private place
You set a fire
Heart that beats
As yours repeats
Romantically
Ready to eat
Would you still choose me?
I’m so “this” and I’m so “that,” but I’m never anyone’s favorite or their first choice.
Platonically and romantically, I’m nobody’s person, but somehow any and everyone can be that for me.
I’m always just there. I’m physically present but mentally absent from everyone’s mind.
why?
I thought I was “funny”, and I thought I was “cool to be around,” what happened?
Was I only those things because your real friends weren’t around at the moment?
I thought I was “so pretty”, and I thought you “missed” me, and I thought you “liked” me.
Was I only those things because you didn’t see the other girl yet?
Is it because you can see her whenever you want to? Is it because her mother isn’t “strict”?
Is it because she seems more mature?
Is it because she’s older?
WHAT IS IT?
Why is it never me?
Why even bother to talk to me?
I don’t understand.
I just want to be understood, and not just for the moment.
Don’t choose me when you get bored or have nobody else.
Look for me in a crowded room because you WANT to, not because your other homegirl isn’t there.
So, my question is, would you still choose me?
Tingly skies full of surprise, oh how I love when with surmise,
the little rascal aims his dart as if it were poetic art!
He will deliberately ambush you and your entire tush
with a gush loaded arrow he does romantically push
into hearts genuine states of goofy, gooeyed, loving mush.
No one on this earth can evade him, only love persuades him.
With silent wings, he flies towards the fun gains when his will is done.
No one has a clue concerning who will be romancing who
and there's no sense in guessing - romance is at Cupid's questing.
When cupid's arrow aims for you, there isn't much that you can do!
she breezes in with the April winds
a lovely lass pure and romantically inclined
baby animals frolic with her in the meadow
the tulips struggle toward the sun to whisper hello
she is Ostira, Goddess of Spring
Refreshing grasses wave in wonderment at the princess
Iris stand proudly, hoping to be noticed by their monarch.
zinnias sit back and relax, confident in their beauty without praise.
in their oranges, pinks, and yellows what can be prettier?
Every plant feels newly-done, rejuvenated, refurbished
spring is leaping in the air with joy for she is here!
Ostira, Goddess of Spring
many think they know her; the lilacs do.
The daffodils created her for they are the cheerleaders
Arriving first, like conductors, guiding the flower brigade
Bleeding hearts, daisies and dandelions love her also
She is Ostira, Goddess of Spring
The Tiger Lily is gently removed from the lounge
so it wont ever come in contact with the cats fur
My visitor asks for Steppenwolf on the player
The song "Tenderness" has reticence
Its hard to know if we are romantically involved
having never kissed
Perhaps we share too much intelligence on one another
the quiet detective work overplayed !
We agree the floorboards creak
they may need replacing
She inquires if the boiler needs replacing too
Come walk with me
in this wind littered park,
please don't kick the skimpy rose bushes,
God is everywhere watching,
lipreading your foul words.
We can be romantically attached
to our thoughts,
share, collaborate,
speak each other's words before
we know we have.
Pond life chokes upon its own thriving.
Savage are the dunking ducks
who write nothing worthless
and yet that 'nothing'
is ignored by every city gent
whoever pissed against a tree.
Sit upon this graffitied bench,
rest your disappointment
under this scabrous oak.
There is beauty here
research yourself
there is poetry at your feet,
a hurdy-gurdy symphony
in the slimy fungus rings.
If we rest long enough
our red fanged hearts
may eat themselves.
The scrawny daffodil's
burst into prayer.
Please don't grunt so loudly,
my own windbreaking flatulence
is a natural response to your ugliness.
Our sincere attempt at urban poetry
has unearthed the buried bones
of a divine muse,
and look,
pure white doves are carrying them away!
In the city dump, God assists the raccoons
with His large, clawed paws.
A sonnet and limerick once met
Romantically in tete-a-tete.
The sonnet had grace,
The limerick, no trace:
Make match of your muses, the net.
You say you like to soar,
Love Poetry your balm
and lift: So, if it's a sonnet,
I'm on it! Something longer,
more romantically entwined~
then I'm inclined! Something
light, and amorously funny...then
I'm your honey! Whatever the
writer's part, not word, nor damn
limited alphabet, will keep me from
winning your Heart!
Uranus
is a planet
with temperate
weather
the drawback
is strong wind
five moons
the romantically
inclined can find
exhausting
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