Lady Li’s pure, gentle name means the white plum flower;
her slight, slender, moving form holds a quiet power.
When I watch her lost in thoughts at the crimson dawning,
she sits resting on a bench—like a swan in longing.
As she’s moving, her soft robe silently is rustling;
bracelets on her slender wrists from afar are sparkling.
All splendid jewels made of jade glisten in the moonlight;
I plead heaven to send help: stay for a while, mute night!
We talk about the faint moon, about silent gladness;
a sweet child is in Li’s smile, and a touch of sadness.
Syllables she slowly says, awaken my dreaming;
her amazing, pleasant voice is a balm, a gleaming.
ya'll heard the one
about and and gal
kissing on Christmas day
her Husband comes along
said whats going on
get from neath that misletoe
unhand my wife
darling let call it a night
Mister just let her go
then he balled up his fist said
I'll hit you with this
leave my gal alone
grab your rags
pack your bags
Fella it's time to go
I aint wrong for quick cheeky peck
ya'll been sliding tougunes
and you got your hands all
on her ass
aint airin out my lungs
cause i'm wrong
cause you damn well know
I'm right
take your jacket off
let's go out side
time for us guys to fight
bizzy me
you wiff my Gal
well that aint like I planned
see I'm her Mister
don't get it twisted mister
you egging for ah fyte!
Melodic music matches mood
Angels introduced me to you
Refreshing to meet such a soul
Romantic wholesome full of hope
I wonder what you think of me
Ever so shy you barely speak
Denim days filled with delight
To God I prayed you in my life
Onyx skin you’re like the moon
To befriend like flower I bloom
Heart like art beautiful with peace
Eyes bright humor smart unique
Mahogany lips that match your skin
Only my jest can make you grin
Oceans blue as deep as you
Nuptial truth found you my groom
Here I sit on a big bookshelf,
I am here all by myself.
At night the lights go off,
the dust makes me want to cough.
Each new day the lights go on,
making me wish I was gone.
I see you walking by,
that makes me want to cry.
Oh please do not be shy,
pick me up to buy.
I just know you need a new book,
give me a look.
You will love what you see,
I can go home and we can have tea and brie.
I see you there alone.
You're very shy and keep to yourself.
The world needs your smile.
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masked marauder oozed into the night
hoping he and his shadow remained out of sight
he did not appreciate crowds, or one person even
he was a one-wolf, a shy guy, an introvert, Steven
Someone was looking, so he slid under a bush
To get him back out would have taken a giant push
He lay their prone most of the day
Until nightfall, he decided to stay
He was frightened by people, this scary looking dude
you’ll find someone you like some day, his mother said
but the masked marauder was frankly, not in the mood.
uncomfortable around humans, including the undead.
I rather remain untethered, unruly, and untamed
In this world in which some expect me to always feel so ashamed.
I rather shun all of those whom made my heart feel so maimed.
She's not giving me the attention I want
I gave up on trying, trying to taunt
I tried and tried
To turn the tide
But she still didn't respond
Every day I wanted to bond
But sadly no, she didn't want me
Didn't have the guts to tell me who she wanted to be
Now I sob
Like a worker without a job
I cry
Because I wad too shy
My heart will be forever empty
For she was so pretty
She liked me before
But now no more
Il never be quite sure
Il die knowing I never hugged her
Now I have to go to the next chapter
Knowing I'll never live happily ever after
why is he so shy?
he is such a lovely guy
ideas are barren and dry
see how high he can fly?
we looked up into the sky
ghost boy had just said good-bye
tiny like a butterfly
our shy cousin, small fry
I felt a teeny tear in my eye
my body gave a gentle sigh
ghost boy is lithe and spry
goodbye he yelled good-bye, good-bye!
gave me a thumbs up on my lemon pie
his appreciation made me cry
all emotions toward him I multiply
I love him so, I cannot lie!
The feelings are live,the emotions are deep
I still remember, the words and promises to keep.
With joys and sorrows,smiles and tears
The bond grows stronger, keeping us together, over the years.
I believe, you feel the same for me,the love ignites in hearts together
The emotions grow and dazzle with every passing weather.
I am not shy to say,I want you more
I want the whole of you rather
Are you shy to say,we are born for each other?
To relive every moment,to have fun and spree
I want to say,as always...stay with me.
The Drunk Shy Small Jack-o'–lantern and the Fat Rat
The Drunk Shy Small Jack-o'–lantern woke up
in the toilet bowl
that really needed a clean up.
It smelt like a troll.
She heard a HIIIIIIIISS, and nervously looked up
at a Fat Rat slyly grinning.
She asked, ‘W-w-w-what’s u-u-up?’
The Fat Rat laughed wickedly.
Then he pressed FLUSH.
With great slush
the orange, soft, and
slashed Jack-o'–lantern went down, round and round out of sight.
In a hollow echo she said, 'Oh the fright!'
She uncomfortably spent Halloween night
stuck in the thick horizontal soil pipe Mr Dwight.
There she was stuck with a talkative spider mite!
A turtle peeks out
Nestled amongst the lilies
Eyeing cautiously
Soft green wing,
Finger-tip retreat,
Leaves fold tight.
Why is this human body
enshrouded in so much shame
Who decided we must cover up
and play this crazy game
It seems to be the greatest hang up
entrenched deeply in our psyche
Do we each have physicality different from the rest?
apart from gender difference seems we're all alike
The saddest of it all is what I term
the Hollywood commercial sex sale image
Suspenders, stockings, g-strings, bras
designed to show a bit of cleavage
There was a man so shy, when he was partly naked
one day I really scared my Dad, I almost saw his bum
From that day on I often wondered
was he ever completely naked, in front of my Mum
Some days ago my wife forgot to wish me all the best
for my seventy seventh commemorative hoot
I tried succinctly to remind her
by sitting in the sun, in just my birthday suit
If I could choose a place to be, when I am reincarnated
A first nation naked man in Arnhem land would be highly celebrated
Footnote: Arnhem land a sacred reserve for the original inhabitants , the Dreamtime
People, in the Northern, Australia
Hardest to reach type.
As self effacing
Dimmest, deadest hideaway place
Lives as deep within.
Unvoiced, as leaves shut
True feelings, a door.
Eyes'shutters, whilst across them pass
Quick frights' silhouettes
Its outlook betrayed, whilst crass besets
His world's, a world for.
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