Short Unable To Help Poems

Melania - too hoarse to blow -
Was unable to help Trump grow
But to Trump's delight
The sheets are all white!
(Though Stormy hoped they would rain beaux)...

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Under glowing heaven 
and the sound of birds flutter and quarrel.
A path to a bush of roses and blue forget-me-not
to a circlet etch bench, couple sit.

Her sweet beauty bewitching,
he lifts his left hand and cup her face. 
She tilts her face into his hands
her gaze curious and seeking.

Unable to help himself, 
he bent and placed his lips over hers. 
She wraps her arms around him 
and sank into the kiss.


9/12/2017...

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I wonder a little
Perhaps just a little far
A dazzle, a fickle
An eye for a shooting star

Looking far beyond
Perhaps just a little near
A distance to belong
Simply of love to fear

The naked mind thinks
The naked body cloaks
When the day promises dreams
The night will perhaps take notes

Unable to help myself
I disabled my existence
Blending to fit too well
And my mind no longer yearns

So near yet so far
Where did my mind travel?
Before the end of a shooting star
Was the moment to marvel...

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