Short Touch Up Poems
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There once was an insta-grammer star
mysterious likes without an avatar
longer hair, elongated neck
AI used, who would suspect?
An AI touch up does the trick by far
Could Be Clairvoyant
It could it be she is clairvoyant
Always knows how much will be spent
And best ways to make many friends
Will always follow latest trends
Touch up her hair using a tint.
Jim Horn
One Christmas day when a bald man called Ray,
Gave his femme fatale, a silk negligée.
She whispered, please close your eyes,
While I touch up, your surprise.
But his surprise was a hair piece toupee.
12 / 18 / 2021.
For the contest XMAS LIMERICK
Sponsor Andrea Dietrich.
My fingers are blood red, but not bloody.
If adults were here they might be wondering; it looks like Kool-Aid.
Most probably from my handy burgundy hair dye touch up paint.
I spritz a bit of it on my part when I start to look like a red skunk.
Luckily I work with children who have not noticed that or my white streak.
Which makes me wonder why I even bother with it.
HOOK 1
She got bright eyes like the moonlight
Talking in my ear now you living in my mind
She grabbing on my hands and she put on her thighs
Swinging on her hips cause we dancing in the night
She said girls from the city, we like to have fun
Partying all night, I can see you and the sun
Touch up on my body, you know you can't get enough
She told I'm the man cause I became one
SWEAT
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HIS ALL ALONG THE BODY IS WITH FULL OF SWEAT
SHE LOVES HIM AND KISSED HIM
HIS SWEATTING IS FROM HIS WORK
SHE LOVES HIM AS APART FROM THE WORDS
HER FOOD AND DRESS IS FROM THAT MANLY SWEAT
HER SAREE ENDS ARE WAITTING TO TOUCH UP HIS FACE
HER HANDS ARE ALSO WAITTING TO HIM
SHE IS HIS BETTER HALF OFCOURSE|
ABI SAKTHI RAVICHANDRAN MA PGDCA INDIAN ENGLISH POET
Form:
Dr Fatmir Terziu
An early form of prayer
spiritual strength,
a condition. Patches of land
underneath tasselled feet
become rhyming music;
thought, conscience, art;
in happiness, perdition, pain.
When they touch up there
hands, feet, bodies, minds
become one.
Albanian Valle, Ancient Valle!
This beautiful form of art
A bust on the tip of the forehead
ready to awaken the
timelessness at all times!
Note: Albanian Folk Dance
Art splashed upon naked walls
spilling life where water falls
dams shall break, setting free
a part of you, a part of me
Blues and reds and yellows blend
painting stories that'll never end
clouded magic becoming clear
inhibitions lain, drawing near
Blushed the light, furtive peeks
gentle strokes grace her cheeks
in vestal hands the palate pleads
crimson tincts that touch up needs
colored moments bleeding through
it's a part of me, it's a part of you