Short Hb Poems

Your green eyes are pools of bliss.
Your smile so beaming and full of gleam.
Your wavy hair you keep bone straight,
Kept so soft and shiny.
Your body you feel is wrong, 
But I see as oh so right.
You bring light to the room whenever you enter.
There is never a dull moment when I am near you....

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I am a pencil

  i have somany names

  but  actually

  i have no name

  everyone call me

  HB or Camel

  i want to be a tall one

  but all make me short

  i will became

  short and short

  at last; i will die

  insted of me
  
  they will put; another pencil

  all children use me 

  all need me

  but; when i die

 nobody will remember me....

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Sometimes, the pernicious
is just desserts like alveoli
losing pink to a ciggy devil
Love - an enterprise astral
yields to blemish: mockery

Garish sentry sneers, reflecting
on a visage muting its boo-hoo
on a traverse still willed in woo
Silly teeter-totters with serious
editing tears that dampen a life…

(10/31/2020: Gibson HB, DMS)...

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