Short Lauren Poems
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Representative Lauren Boebert
said to her date that her boob hurt;
the poor chap only gave her a hand,
and for that they both got banned.
Espresso is brewing: that's my fix,
not my expensive Rolex;
this Ralph Lauren suit is elegant.
Good looks can generate sentiment;
worry, rush and stress perplex!
Fun is strange to me
Is it not a waste of time?
Rolling ball knocks down pins
We'd be in the dark right now
If Ben Frank made this his route
By Lauren Hornaday
Miranda Priestly
is powerful, rich, and beastly.
She looks down on those not wearing Prada.
Her people skills are nada.
The Devil Wears Prada, award-winning novel (Lauren Weisberger) and movie
As she layed in the grass , she saw the sky
She felt the dew on the flowers in the early morning
She listened to the sounds of the birds at that point she knew she was living life .
by Lauren wisher
Here's a real mind blower, a juicy wee titbit
Ralph Lauren's actual real name is Ralph Lifshitz
Why change it to Lauren
Thought the “shitz” would offend
We never know what's real or if we're kibitzed
Brian, poet inspirational
With the words and knowledge of Aristotle
And the endurance of Job, above all
In the bonnie country, UK's drawl
With the grace of Lauren Bacall
For Brian's contest eap, thanks for all the inspirational contests!!
Did you hear about Angus McMorran
Who was out playing golf with wife,Lauren?
Her incredible force
Sent the ball right off course
But at least it steered clear of his sporran!
03.03.19
'Make Me Actually Lol 2 Poetry Contest'-sponsored by Nina Parmenter
"I was born with the meaning of home running through my veins."
— Lauren Eden, The Lioness Awakens, Poems
Golden flicker
Through window cracks
Morning tiptoes across floorboards
Warm like whispers of a mother’s hug
It settles deep in my soul
Lighting lost hopes
Home glows
Tough-talking film-noir luminary, Humphrey Bogart.
His distinctive snarling voice and lisp set him apart.
Swept film noir leading lady, Lauren Bacall, off her feet.
Diminutive, sarcastic; played characters that packed heat.
Black and white classics
When romance was romantic
“If you want me, just whistle
You know how to whistle, don’t you?”
An unforgettable moment
An evening of popcorn and snuggle
A warm glow
Lavender shadows dance by candle light
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Quote from Lauren Bacall: To Have and Have Not
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' When you are not fed love on a silver spoon, you learn to lick it off knives'- Lauren Eden
the hopeless frenzy of this wicked hour stares
from broken mirrors
this fractured visage shaken
this worn love, a hardened scab
tempting to be plucked
and promising not to bleed
this time
love is such an impatient
healer
‘When you are not fed love on a silver spoon, you learn to lick it off knives.’ - Lauren Eden
copper red
the taste
another from the darkness
in shadows I wait
desperate for love
one more face
I need to feel it
to feel alive in this place
no heat
skin against my skin
it's cold and unforgiving
I'll forgive myself
Lips of a beutiful glaze
sets my mind lovely phase
so lush as the lips caress
with a warm and gentle press
her smile's so pleasing form
a beauty that does ever warm
as the goddess of fair chance
sweetest to my very glance
heart leaps in an ecstacy
eyes that miss her her lips envy
greatest joy that men have seen
precious smile of a queen
Form:
your body
the perfect
structure
up for by
all
golden
means
and
gee i'm a tree
here's lookin
at eu klid
musically and
math e mentally
divide a string
in half then
these halves
into more halves
and half and
half and have
and have
not
so don't call
Lauren
Becall
by phone
just put your
lips together
and
blow
Form:
Of all the gifts God has given me
The most precious is my granddaughter
From the tiny baby so delicate
To the toddler with tangled long hair
To the chatty 4 year old with golden locks
To the inquisitive child in school
I can’t wait to see her in her next stage
I am enjoying being an aging grandparent
Of such a wonderfully full of herself child
Thank you God for Lauren, My Most Precious.
Form:
my love, God.
I want to spend
The remains of the night
with my husband.
He is my soul,
as you are my husband, God.
I lied.
I read the cards.
I saw hope in the first card,
and offering in the second.
In the third,
I saw light
that was being offered,
right when I needed it.
Thank you, Lauren.
I believe in you,
and God,
and sisterhood,
and love (and/in)
life.
Put away that smile.
Open those blue eyes.
It has to get old,
after a while.
Don't hide behind,
don't hide the light.
Looking for love,
only you could provide.
Forget the outside,
search within.
Find inside,
what you thought was missing.
Once you plant the seed,
Lauren begins.
Turn your insides out,
and outsides in.
Be patient and soon,
after a while,
the time will come,
to take back out that smile.
‘I was born with the meaning of home running through my veins.’
~ quote by Lauren Eden
be it day or night
core essence of soul’s presence
throbs with bliss rapture in every cell of form
an adoration
to the heart of God within
who breathes us gently watching our slow progress
now divine entwined
with feral instincts erased
vaporised Self resonates with His heartbeat
mirrored as our own
‘When you are not fed love on a silver spoon, you learn to lick it off knives.’ - Lauren Eden
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Ed had all his father's traits
blue-green soft eyes, reed physique
reckless, tempestuous streak
rich baritone, proud
untaught to love and be loved
After 12 Christmas dinners
whole dining table went cold
alone, he had to go rogue
young, kinless, awkward
learnt to hate and be hated
"I was born with the meaning of home running through my veins." Lauren Eden
home's life
expressed through
a mom's magic love
the tone be it gay or sad
slips from the mother's heartstrings engulfing each
if the shadows be gray, muted or sunny yellow
each child
will carry
for their whole life love
or hate whichever she gives
unless somewhere someone or event gives change
then another home somewhere receives light from above
The smoke curls slow between his teeth,
A line—sharp as a blade—hangs in the air.
He says nothing, but the silence speaks,
Rough velvet in a world that dares.
His eyes—two tired city streets,
Lit only by regret and rain.
He wore truth like a wrinkled suit,
And kissed as if to ease the pain.
I watched him burn beneath the light,
A man made wholly out of night.
Yet in his gaze, a flicker—true—
Of something lost, I almost knew.
He was the dream I never quite outgrew.
Behind the rigid curve of my forehead
a flower has grown.
Petals are blooming beneath the bone.
My days, my pains, and all my love
are tucked inside the folds.
Pink and white and gray, and contained.
Fed by the light that fills my eyes.
Fed by touch and sound.
The universe in a flower.
The universe, in me, bound.
And so I feel.
I ache. I glow.
And I'm sure I'll never know
how can a universe blossom and fade?
and where will this universe go?
Lauren
The Beauty of her lights up a room
So wonderfully expressed with a smile.
Soft flowing hair which bounces with each step.
Echoes of laughter fills my heart.
Pools of sunshine sparkles within her eyes.
She fills my heart with love.
Life complete. The heavens filled with stars
Shining ever so bright.She is my life.
My first love, my grand daughter
Form:
“When you are not fed love on a silver spoon, you learn to lick it off knives.”
– Lauren Eden
born to the purple
no one to guide or support
love sought cold comfort
in all that surrounds
pushed aside by family
a need for parental touch
assuaged by those captive outsiders paid to placate
thin pitiful whines
yes, born well to the purple
all desired shackled within tacky satin
ribbons and gilded exchequers with coveted
foul purse strings
serrated hearts, cutting tongues