Short Moi Poems
Short Moi Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Moi by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Moi by length and keyword.
Ivanka needed a Pardon
She plucked the Treasury garden
Her "Consultant" fees
Were merely a tease
Damn Democrats put a guard on!
a love story that needs written
a sonnet of all that I feel
a poem not yet indited
an unpublished heart
un histoire d'amour
you and me
Louis' neck in the guillotine
CEOs glean much from this scene
Selfish as ever
These kings mean and clever
Make their steely getaways clean
An angel spoke of coming ends
I heard of new beginings
The sky cried a flood
Life came to be no more
And I, stood to my God
For my God is Love
In Jesus name amen.
She’d statuesque legs, and eyes that smoulder
Over came Jacques, tipped her on the shoulder
‘Excuse-moi, femme fatal’
‘J’adore’ your bearded pal
“Does she have ‘un pistolet’ or holster?”
in anguish
of uncomfortable nights
I miss the pillow
of your soft body...
I miss the water
from your mouth source...
of the voluptuous perfume
of your bare lap,
of burning alchemy
of your sex...
I miss you
without me... !
In my childhood
they
impressed on me
not to galumph,
lest I be typed
in stereo
as my eternal twin,
and yet,
somehow it pleases me
to see that you
are now
constrained to know
that I will go
galumphing off
into the nevermore.
~
Idealism
versus
reality
In hope
that Quixote
prevails
Disappointed
again
reading the trends
Materiality
draining
the grail
Peer pressure
determines
what happens
Not some
high minded
value or tome
Greediness trumps
what our virtue
holds dear
Self interest
hitting
— closer to home
(Villanova University: January, 2024)
Let the fun start
So now I am no longer concentrated on myself
I can concentrate on you
Where do you like to begin?
For starter lose that shirt
Lose that toupee
Oh you are not wearing a toupee
Lose that hair of yours
While you are at it
Why not go bald?
Bald is sexy
I am talking about my bottom
Bald is not sexy
So don't lose it
Lose whatever that I want you to lose
Excusez moi
Mark
Creative, artistic, musical, analytical
Brother of Michael and Susanna; son of Fred and Marlyn
Lover of Nelly (Bourieau) H., science fiction novels and films, private serenity
Who feels respect for God and humanity, love for nature, worry for the Earth’s future
Who fears mediocrity, retirement, economic collapse leading to a popular insurrection
Who would like to see successful sons, grandchildren, his songs produced/recorded
Marina, California (for the moment)
Halliday