Short Sweet Talk Poems

Sweet
Sweet talk
from sweet lips
taste like sweets
that bitters in time....

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its was cold 
we took a stroll
my love and eye
as othe pass by
we  held hands
kiss like this
it was as we sweet talk
LOVER ON THE SIDEWALK...

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A young cunnilinguist in Chichester
Delighted his girl as he kissed her
His sweet talk was great 
But she could not but wait
‘Till he showed her his latest tonguetwister...

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Words of hope and kindness taste of honey

                                              Sweet to the listener's ear

                                            They soothe a wounded heart


12/17/11
For Chris's Kookie Kimotherapy Kimo Contest....

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Once there was a man called Mike & Irk	
got his sweetheart “sweet tooth” pop rocks,
Bon-bon, candy, lollipop, toffee
Wonka laffy taffy cherry
Bloody how could the “old salt” indulge in sweet-talk?




Written for the Contest "Sweet or salty?" by my friend Poet.Andrea Dietrich...

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Risky unflawed breathing flawed by your touch,
you hit like an endless electric shock;
I try to evade not hang on too much,
each exit I am met with a roadblock;
Feet in the air a game of double dutch 
my pulse in my throat with all the sweet talk;
Suddenly I fall your hands land on me;
Smiling heart spills on the floor clumsily....

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5pm

One, two, three
Pieces of Me
Four, five, six
I’ve been hit with sticks

Seven, eight, nine
I no longer whine
Ten, eleven, twelve
Dusty, I sit up on a shelf

Dolls played with nicely
Why wasn’t I?
Sweet talk, caresses
By some stranger guy

Guy was no stranger 
We knew his name
Man was my father
They called him, Eddie James

5:10pm...

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L-ight air in the morning
U-ses the speed of a walk; 
Z-one of breeze brings softness while birds have a sweet talk.

E-arly light air Thursday
L-ets you touch the gentle wind; 
B-ecause of its whisper
A-iming to let loneliness end.
N-ew dawn has just broken, 
C-lear clouds start to gather; 
O-n the January twenty-fifth, 
L-et your life feel the light air....

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The lemonade I drink is sour,
reminds me of my childhood,

the sugar was not spilled before my feet,
while I was conquering the barren land of life -
on which I was walking,

mom and dad say the sweet life is expensive,
but we always had sugar in the kitchen vitrine,
I guess for guests, what do I know.

Come to think of it, this lemonade is full of sugar....

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dazzling beautiful 
as i smiled
the whole way 
through  a dream
lifting the curtain
painting fairytales
you sure can
pipe enchanting 
sweet talk

you play 
in such beauty
magically cast
lifting skywards
in the song
playing one tune
sings sweetly
floating emotions

sky clouds 
touching cotton
embraced emotion
hello what inspires 
such amazing 
beautiful words 
is a dream...

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M-orning smile and sweet talk 
A-re brought from slumber; 
R-ise from bed with warm wish, 
I-n eighth day November. 
S-weetness that starts the day 
S-ends softness to the heart; 
A-llow it to stay deep inside and never let it fall apart. 

R-efreshing breeze truly brings 
A-nother degree of calmness; 
Y-our birth causes much mirth, 
O-pen the day with 
S-weetness....

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Dont speak 
Just do
Because Im not going to be trapped 
Within those lies you produce 

Show me my worth
Don't tell me what I mean
Because you can lie about anything 
But when you do it means something 

So dont sweet talk me
And play with my heart
Because if you can do it to me
You can tear others apart 

So don't speak 
Just do
Because im not going to be trapped 
In those lies you produce...

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i was a nothing 
i believed everything i heard
no matter how cryptic his words
he perfected it though
ill give him that
the sweet talk, the act
ill give him credit for that
i let him under my skin
i pushed to continue again and again
although i knew it was a lost cause 
i was a nobody, a person to be replaced and tossed
i learned my lesson though 
once was enough
not again, i'm cool with being just friends...

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Motor cars you have to love em,
like humans you have to shove em,
drop kick em into the bay,
or sweet talk em some other way,

i've wiped em out in head on prang,
red escort, smashed glass, perang,
naked girl in the red escort,
guy was on the road he thought,

na ya aint in a race,
so stay on the footpath where it's safe,
condom pocket just in case,
watch, overtaking wheelchairs,
orright:)

Don Johnson 2-sep-11...

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A promise is the greatest lie ever told 
Deconstructed fibs have fooled so many 
Nobody cares for the truth when a lie is more interesting
Breaking down our judgement with each lie we consume 
Who can be trusted with the truth?
Despair arises after the promise is not for filled 
We have been poisoned my friend 
Sweet talk me with the truth,
for a promise is nothing more than a great lie 
The plot thickens..........

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Dorrie Ann left Herman again.
It happens on a cyclical schedule.
October, January, April and July.
A quad-yearly thing.
We cousins take her in.
Knowing in a day or two Herman will show up.
Sweet, with candies and maybe flowers.
He will sweet talk her back home
because he is tired of frozen food.
Dorrie Ann could be annoying after the
second day but none of us know this because
Herman’s pattern is cyclical too....

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The child was wiser than Mother Goose they say
She understood kissing frogs was not the only way
She gave him a pat and a tiny hug, a compliment too
And he granted her a wish as only a frog can do.

The key was to listen to the voices in her brilliant head.
Be sure to woo him, and sweet talk him, they all said.
Give him some compliments, and he will grant you a wish.
He did just that before he left with a squeamish swish....

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After all those years I knew you, 
I loved you with all my heart.
I would love you for life.
After all those years, 
I fell for all those so sweet stories of yours, 
And that so sweet talk.
But you betrayed me, 
So I cried for the very first time. 
I hope I can forget you, 
Even though I won't forgive you.
After all those years of friendship, 
It'll be hard, but I can do it.
Even though, 
I loved you with all my heart....

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Jon and Paula are two long-time, firm friends of mine.
Once you get to know their tastes, they both are just fine.

Meet Paula Red, whose bite can sometimes cause you pain
and Jonagold, two treasures from the state of Maine.
Taken in small bites, Jon’s by far the sweeter one;
but Paula makes a pie that is the best bar none.

applesauce
sweet talk comes cheap
bite vs. bark


*Applesauce is an idiom for nonsense or sweet talk....

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You are constantly mimicking and following me around
Imprinting my silhouette on the sidewalk
I know you well, though you don't make a sound
You're taller than me, but you don't weight a pound
At the end of the day, when the sun is no longer shining on the ground
The nighttime creeps in, teasing you with its sweet talk
And you always fall for it, and into the darkness you are drowned
Until the next sunny morning on which we will walk....

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No change is made
     in life, changing
     pants and shirt...
     Doesn't move inside
    changing the brand
    of beer or
    wine...
     Nothing changes when reading
    in another language, or
    speaking another language...
    To move, you must
     operate your mind...
    Changing certainties,
    other expectations...
    Exchange the callous soul for
    sweet talk one...
    Overcome fear of life
    to become
    free... !...

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The little man,
Curled in a ball,
Short time span,
Checkups to stall.

It's a boy,
All others cheer,
Forming the joy,
To hold him dear.

The day is here,
To go into shock,
Wipe sweat as fear,
Little ears to sweet talk.

Loud but tender,
Smiles from Mom,
Loved ones surrender,
Keeping him calm.

Delicate soft skin,
Breathtaking relief,
Of all the could of been,
Rejoicing disbelief.

Mom and Dad,
Exhausted but ready,
New arrivals to add,
New things to keep steady....

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Write me with full meaning not incomplete,
Do not put me on the door of meaning
Then under the pretext explainers..
Raises a whirlwind of criticism.
Do not crowned me by poems,
Then by letters tighten me to the bed of thoughts.
Do not extracted sweet talk from my lips,
Nor liquefied musk from my neck,
Do not mobilize armies of language in my ground,
Nor warble your poems,
My doors are closed, wrapped in silence
You are too close to letters
Too distant from heart....

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Cheer
Lives here
Now most clear


Act
Fond tact
In sure fact


Stay
Each day
On the way


Chalk
Sweet talk
As you walk


Sigh
Grand high
As you fly


Know
Sure glow
In fond flow


Rhyme
Good times
With sweet chimes


Feel
Deep thrills
Now reveal


See
Grace free
What will be


Words
Now heard
In swift flood


Jerk
Fine works
That now lurk


Find
True mind
Most divine




Leon Enriquez
17 August 2015
Singapore...

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