Short Boyish Poems

Tales amongst natives of the plains
Of a shepherd dog's near human brain-
Adventures of two, close as twins
Rusty a lad,with  boyish grin
And his Alsation...Rin-Rin-Tin...

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O, the love of pure heart's passion
    thrumming wildly beneath his blouse

  What he lacks in words, he makes up in action
    then look ~ that boyish smile of satisfaction...

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When my hand is in yours
and boyish smiles creep across my face,
I hear love whisper in my ear
and finally convince me
there is so much more to life
than simply surviving it....

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Boyish giggles on an angelic face
Leaping boundries through time and space
Ask me forever and I'll give you a day
Zealots confined to never change
Effulgently ablaze through racing time...

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Christmas
memories
lost in frail mind.
His family are strangers - 
eyes blank. 

Boyish
thoughts of yore, 
Grandpa pretends,
returns hugs with anxious smile –
lonely.


for Dr. Ram's Cinqku Contest, 11/9/2014 ...

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Martin Luther King, Jr.
  a leader, a statesman
a preacher, an inspiration

Robert F. Kennedy
  boyish, vulnerable
beloved, fiercely capable

Ponder a moment, will you? ~
  How great America might be
Had she blended the words
  and the works of these two...

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His boyish charm; his arm around my shoulder; my fluttering heart.
His lips softly met mine, and in that long, smooth hot summer night’s kiss,
all that I’d longed for in my fourteen years suddenly blossomed.

For Line Gauthier's the 'Bite Size Poem no.5' Poetry Contest...

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The perfect smile, the enchanting eyes
The way he laughs, the way he cries
The well-defined chest, the muscular arms
The awkward moments, the boyish charms
The gentle touch, the warm romance
The tender kiss, the climactic dance
The clearest memory, the darkest sky
The first hello, the last goodbye...

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The rusty earth, 
boring beneath
his boyish knees. 
He wondered, how long
it would take to grow
manly legs. 
Legs, he could escape 
his childhood dread.

Sipping wine she glances
at his manly knees.
He wonders, what she’s
thinking; on his 
manly legs? 
Legs, he could escape 
with; lest something 
more is said!...

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Your exit teased before turning around,
Quickly gaze to expose who you've found,
My boyish blush spotted by girlish glow,
Our eyes lock in tandem as we both know.

Naturally break in two genuine smiles, 
Heart dropping moment without denial,
Vunerable selves were almost too real,
Frankly our chemistry made time stand still....

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I was wrong to think that roses would last forever
You brought them to me that day so long ago
My heart was captured by your boyish smile
You were not yet a man and that I didn't know

We made promises and our hearts were glad
But you were gone when life began to show its face
Now I'm left with only those dry and brittle roses
And memories of that time that I can not erase...

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There is a poignancy in boyhood...
The high voice, and ineptitude,
The yearning to be free of mother's strings;
The awkwardness of age fifteen, to wit
A boyish sullenness.

There are some things lost when manhood gained -
And mothers cry on thinking.


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3/10/2015

Featured poem of the week commencing 8/13/2017...

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Fat balls
white stitches curve a fast sun
      SLAM      arcs to anxious
brown leather skins.

                         Batter up!
     
Sheepskin rolls
come to age in camera points
      POP      flashes to jubilant
boyish grins.    Next up!

Fat rolls
duffles pitch in pointed darkness
      BANG       target anxious
leather skins.

                       Soldier up!...

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I was wrong to think that roses would last forever
You brought them to me that day so long ago
My heart was captured by your boyish smile
You were not yet a man and that I didn't know

We made promises and our hearts were glad
But you were gone when life began to show its face
Now I'm left with only those dry and brittle roses
And memories of that time that I can not erase...

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Spring
In his
Step, boyish
Grin on his face.
Winter has ended;
Off to her place.
Elated,
Flush with 
Thrill.

Red
Roses
In hand, for
Youth remains, still.
Darkness not looming,
Now in springtime,
He's blooming:
Little
Blue


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For the “Springtime Ninette Contest” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by M. L. Kiser
Checked with HowManySyllables.com
Written 02/16/2022
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Marching with confident swagger, they stride
Jubilantly boasting of pony ride
While slinging rifle with flair
For cowboy video share
As Christ’s young soldiers*, amidst boyish pride.

*2Timothy 2:3 Thou therefore endure hardness, as a good soldier of Jesus Christ.

May 6, 2022
3rd place, "High Noon	" Cow Boy Limerick Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May; judged on 5/8/2022....

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A voice perfection has conceived
Where once a fledgling had perceived
Divine an ingenuity
I now have found humanity

Yet pulses through Great Britain's veins
Your lasting boyish innocence
All I've struggled to obtain
A child's heart was its penitence

Of old perceiver, you are now portrayed
By cruder hands. Oh untainted mind!
Your rhyme and verse relentless time has weighed
Yet found have I a heart behind....

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I lust for her 
my curiosity clings
to her in wonder
I lose my train of 
though around her 
I crush on her 
from a far 
I laugh out loud 
at this feeling 
because even now
I still am not sure 
if I want her. 
Or if I'm merely 
aroused by her presence 
Hey boyish qualities 
does crazy things to my
body and senses. 
People ask me what it is
about her and I have 
no clue. 
Bi curious I am
this much I know is true...

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Burst into that tight cleavage
In search of a dept non had reached before,
In a darkness so sweet and embracing
Pumped up, with vigor the thrusting continues
An endless wave of moans drowns the background

Yes! Id hit edges and probably bruise
Yet I persist
A lingering joy awaits in accomplishment.

In what seemed like seconds of eternity
I arrive, a boyish smile preceding
An arrival met with utmostly great enduring pleasure....

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your great big smile
on your boyish face
i will remember forever
it will never be erased.

we have been friends for so long
since the 5th grade
i cant beleive that your gone
i just wish you couldve stayed.

we will meet up once again
wait for me in heaven.

your missed so much 
by your family and friends
ill see you soon enough
dont worry our friendship will never end.

whenever i look at the sky so blue,
all i can do is think of you...

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During the campaign of 1860
  a young girl wrote Abe Lincoln a letter
She told him he looked too boyish
  to be Pres. With a beard, he'd do better

Lincoln gave it some thought and declared
  She's right! I'm grateful someone cared...

Eight score years later, a brave soul told Mr. Trump
  If he'd just wear a mask, his support would increase
But Mr. Trump didn't listen; he's no Abraham Lincoln
  You know what happened: In the end he got fleeced...

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The rocks had to be somewhat flat,
and if you angled them just right,
they’d skip-dance before they’d splat.

Kids I knew would meet at a pond
to see who could get the most skips.
’Twas but a game but of it I was fond.

Orange-haired Willie was often winner,
throwing with his knees on the ground.
Compared to him I was but a beginner.

Why do I remember this boyish play
after sixty summers have burnt through?
The friends I made are part of me today....

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