Oh, curly hair, why must you be so bold?
A swimming cap's coming, get ready to be cold!
You twist and you turn, you fight and you flee
but I'll get you covered, just you wait and see!
The cap's a tight fit, it's a curly squeeze
my hair's putting up a fight, with all its might and ease.
I'm stretching and pulling, with grunts and with groans.
Till, finally! It's on and my curls are like stones!
Now! I'm a smooth operator, a sight to behold.
My curly hair's subdued, like a story untold.
I'm ready to splash, with a grin on my face
and my hair will be fine, in its designated place!
Recital / free verse / Pride
Expectation rushes in
As her silent walk begins
All eyes staring
Watching for a hint of emotion
But none revealed
As she takes her place among the muses
No one breathes as her studious eyes
Examine the two-dimensional codes
Then silence breaks
As both hands spring into fantastical dance
On an ever changing ivory and ebony stage
Mellifluous tones, conspicuously full and rich,
Transport all on an uplifting emotional journey
Ears, minds, hearts and lungs
Feasting on delicious pabulum of spirit
Soon tortuous movements diminish
The fantastical dance declines
With final notes
Striking harmonious chords
Deep into our psyche
Our ethereal journey ends
And we gently land where we began
She pauses, then rises
To a cacophony of applause
All eyes staring
Watching for a hint of emotion as she exits
But none revealed
Save a quick glance & brief smile
Acknowledging her proud parent's pounding hearts
Misting eyes and beaming faces
Recital / tanka / Pride
smooth operator
flawless rhapsody in blue
climax conclusion
cacophony of applause
with proud parents’ pounding hearts
I often write about the ocean. I went to see a museum exhibit, yesterday, “Dutch Art in a Global Age.” The paintings of sailboats on the sea caught my attention. Breathtaking and romantic, admired them up closely, then from the center of the room. One artist was Ludolf Bakhuizen and his painting was “Ships in a Gale on the IJ before the City of Amsterdam.”
THE STORM SWEPT THROUGH
the storm swept
through
sails white & gray
clouds
competing
ebb & flow
of catawampus rain
the heave-ho
of the hulls
crashing
on
malevolent waves
the sky falls
squeezes out
thunderous soak
cantankerous whitecaps
like
moon craters
rise & fall
cerulean hope
bleeds through
as
the sun bruises the
hullabaloo
lightning shows
off
a couple more
times
than its lullaby
hushes
and the boats
gently rock
as if the infant
is sound asleep
the sea is smooth
it is a smooth operator
a breathing body
of fickle water
I'll take 'em any day of the week,
I can't lie
Sounds so good that it makes you get up out of your seat
Today, we're just sitting with our phones,
I can't lie
Got me feeling like an alien who just wants to go back home
Back home to where it wasn't perfect,
I can't lie
But it sho' was nice and sweet, so authentic
Give me some Freddie Jackson, You Are My Lady.
I can't lie
Give me some Rick James; come on, Give It To Me Baby
Give me some Sade, Smooth Operator,
I can't lie
Give me some Rene and Angela, I Love You More
Give me some Irene Cara, Flashdance What a Feeling,
I can't lie
Give me some Journey, Don't Stop Believin'
Please, just give me the Golden 80s
A lovely time of living, dancing, and making beautiful babies
Smooth Elevator Operator
I truly am a smooth operator
When I let one loose in the elevator
If it’s only me there my air blows free
Have got my own detonator you see.
Able to let fly with such immense pride
And can play a fine tune from my backside
That is until others enter the lift
I tell them someone else has left the whiff.
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When I Let One Loose In The Elevator Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Charles Messina
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M-essages
A-nd
R-egards
Y-ield
A-nother
N-ice
N-ote
V-alidating
E-xceptional
L-ine
O-f
S-mooth
O-perator
Topic: Birthday of Mary Ann Veloso (February 08)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
just
sitting
around
waiting
whiling
the time
away,
wondering
thinking
aloud
whiling
the time
away,
round&
around,
happy
now..
..revived..
...restored
inspired by clip of Smooth operator
He treads proudly towards his target
With his hair immaculately cut to style
As if he is fresh from a barber shop
-You should know he is up to something.
He is always adorned with sumptuous jewellery
And a pungent smell of a cologne
Oh, how pleasing he smells...
-He is up to something.
He has a wondrous smile
-that is supposed to melt hearts
and a wink in his eyes
-He is up to something.
As he smoothly begins to say his usual blarney lines,
Words so convincing
And suppose to lure you into something
-You should know he is no good.
There was once a georgeous brunette
Whilst shopping broke into a sweat
Her desire for a new toy
Gave her palpitations of joy
And her longing to be a duet
~ ~ ~
So in search for her smooth operator
She decides to go for the greater
"Give me that one on the wall
It's the best one of all"
Sorry madam, that's the fire extinguisher
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/humour-3.php
Love talks
Regardless to what your thinking, the speaker choose his words correctly.
Perfection advised
eyes don't lie, the heart tells the story, the category of emotion rise. The chatter of words
exposed, to hold a conversation is possibly love in the rumors of the lips to control your
thoughts.
Therefore.. its odd.
Part of a job for a sweet talker.
When the heart starts to smolder, because of words spoken so gentle.
Friendly, almost love like it touches the soul.
To add a touch, is a smile, a smooth operator with words chosen carefully.
the mind in a trap, with a rap so sweetly spoken, sweet songs of love are played with words
that cant be explain.
Its agreed,
a seed has been planted from correct words made to produce hope of love.
Its the truth
Love talks
Emotions walk exciting the state of mind that wants to be loved, and held.
A distinguished specialist of specific words spoken by someone who is classified as a
SMOOTH TALKER.
When were you planning on telling me the truth?
Were you just going to keep on living a lie?
After all of that time of me loving you
your love for me was based upon lies.
You had me so intoxicated and foolishly blinded
a smooth operator was what you were,
My parents tried warning me about your kind
I had refused to listen to them because I was so in love.
You had painted this beautiful and wonderful picture
of us always and forever being together,
And to imagine I was looking forward to our future
I had actually believed we could love each other forever.
Now, you have uped and married some one else
in hopes she could suddenly fill my shoes,
In my opinion, you were only thinking of your self
as well as being a total fool.
You was not planning on telling me of your news
you was planning on keeping it all hush-hush,
Eventually, I had gotten wind of your news
and things were not so hushed-hushed.
My life has been so complete without you in it
the change has been so great,
I thank God we are now finished
and we have gone on our separate ways.
On the radio, I heard a country song
‘Bout the tragedy of being all alone
I know that must be something really bad
But a quieter quiet, I have never had
I live alone, yes, all by myself
I don’t have to put up with anyone else
I can have trail mix for my supper
The internet is my pepper-upper
I can go to bed early or stay up late
If I want company, I can get a date
No one hogs the covers or the bed
Or steals the pillow beneath my head
If I want to, I can, If I don’t, I don’t
Come home when I please, or if I want
Clean the house now or leave it for later
Be a lady or become a smooth operator
This is the first time I have lived alone
My husband passed away, my daughter has gone
My life is my own, it is what I make it
I get very lonesome, but I can take it
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