He came to her doorstep with his tool
He aimed to fix her problem with minimal use of joules
With his magic tool in hand
There he stood tall, dark, and handsome. Yes, Mr. Fix It man
She opened up and welcomed him into her abode
Her heart skipped a beat as her wistful eyes held a story untold
He saw what he thought was the problem so with no hesitation he went to work
He proudly commanded his tool so he could fix the hurt
Mr. Fix It worked and worked and worked some more
The joule count started to rise as he continued to explore
He had had so much success in the past, hence the name Mr. Fix It
But this time he could tell this job was different; there was more that he couldn't see that was in it
The more Mr. Fix It worked; it became abundantly clear
The type of work she needed was much, much deeper
Santa and his reindeer
Landed on my house
Invading my tranquility
Much larger than a mouse
He didn’t have a gift for me
Just was taking a short break
From all his other rituals
On Christmas Eve he did take
I gave him milk and cookies
Carrots for each deer
And boy was his belly big
As he laughed with Christmas cheer
He prepared to leave my rooftop
With his sleigh and 8 reindeer
When he handed me a small gift
And faded in the midnight air
Inside the wrapping was a treat
That made me laugh with joy
Just add water to the mix
And you will grow a life sized boy
I took a bowl and filled it with water
Placed the tiny figure within its depth
Than I retreated to my bedroom
Laid down and finally slept
In the morning I awoke
To singing in the other room
Rather raspy was the voice
It must be my inflated groom
I lay there for awhile
To scared to view the source
Who would believe this
Nonsense and utter discourse
Lo and behold the door opened
And Santa’s gift was there
Tall dark and handsome
Completely grown and bare
I laughed with such pleasure
And told him come to bed
Such is the gift from Santa
My desires he had met
~ Limerick Style ~
At an age when most men are watching their stomachs grow
Tom Brady had second thoughts about hanging up his cleats, and so
He simply unretired
And instantly inspired
Legions of balding, middle-aged men to chuck a few passes
~ and sprain their right elbow
_______________________________________________________
Tom Brady is the Greatest American football quarterback of all-time.
He has led his teams to a record 7 Super Bowl Championships. Last
month, at age 44, he came within a couple of whiskers of doing it again.
He's also tall, dark and handsome; married to super-model, Gisele
Bundchen; and has a brilliant future in whatever arena he chooses
to enter -- after he wins another Super Bowl next February, that is!
When all is said and done, I've saved my Black Suit and If it be today That The Lord Takes me away....I am ready. With my own seat,my funeral suit and a pure heart..Lord if you are ready, I am ready. I thank you for my beautiful self, tall dark-and handsome : I am Ready,waiting and willing to sit by your side. There’s nothing in right order in America. / I am dressed / Ready to address God almighty. I will tell you everything. If you send for me now, I am ready. I am your disciple. I will be your angel,when you appear before me I will give you full report... Yes Lord,''I am ready whenever you come''.!
My eyes are wide open
perusing every corner of life
and there you are.
Masculine, tall, dark and handsome
panning for the gold in a relationship
and here I stand waiting, ready to give all.
Quick and fast she passes
beauty on the prowl gleaning for a match
what was I thinking?
My eyes were wide open
and I knew better
but still I looked and hoped.
LIKE A PEARL NECKLACE
Tall, dark and handsome,
First impressions are good.
A lovely accent accentuates his lips,
this man who loves my sister.
Two families joined as one,
As white and dark wrist circles
celebrate at their wedding
With aromatic arabic melodies
Fe Sehetak
A lovely cup of love
~
He was working at the Jerusalem Hotel.
She was on assignment in Israel.
~
A rolling car and shattered glass,
Almost snatched, the lives of father and son,
but for a miracle from God.
~
In my sister’s living room, cozy,
her husband’s Palestinian parents.
Emotive communications,
Joey’s grandma and I,
through God’s grace.
Our mutual love of her grandson, my nephew.
We point to the baby, and we blow kisses,
and point to the heavens.
A shared cup of joy and tears.
~
Like a pearl necklace we slide together,
the world grasped in the beauty of
shared smiles and gratitude.
And love.
6/11/2017
What’s in a name?
One that causes the mind
To provide a vision of beauty.
No it’s not the name of a rose.
I refer to what I’ve never seen,
To visualize an unknown being
A name that paints a lovely picture
Unlike the names of Greek gods
Like Hercules and Samson
Referring to tall, dark and handsome
I was told about a girl named Bitsy
And my mind saw dainty, delicate and ditsy
But when we actually met and to my regret
She turned out to be much taller than me.
There goes a magician casting his spell
Making words sway to his dance and bell
Sharing light and sunshine from his shell
Whispering secrets into minds to swell
Tall, Dark and Handsome he walked yonder
Leaving behind broken hearts beyond tender
Carrying his heavy heart torn asunder
Marching onward with stories to render
He walked tall, he walked straight
But he streamed alone all right
In glaring sunlight or inky night
Blazing a fiery trail with all his might
Wish him sun kissed days, moon drenched nights
Washing away his agonies aloft stars bright
Whispers of melody sinking in oh so faint
With the darling of his dreams to hold him forever tight
I MUST HAVE BEEN BLIND NOT TO SEE
THE HEADLIGHTS UP AHEAD OF HOW IT WAS TO BE
TALL,DARK AND HANDSOME YOU WOULD AGREE
BUT ALL HE WAS, IS NOW A DREAM TO ME
BACK THEN, IT WAS YOUR LOVE THAT SET ME FREE
WHEN I THINK OF IT TODAY, I JUST COUNT TO THREE
AND ALL THOSE THOUGHTS AND EMOTIONS JUST FLEE
WHATS LEFT IN MY WORLD IS MY OWN REALITY
IT TOOK A WHILE TO SOOTHE THE HURT, BUT I CAN GUARANTEE
IT DID WORK! THANKS TO REVENGE, YES THAT WAS THE KEY
(WHY IS THIS FEELING SUCH A MYSTERY?)
NO MORE WILL I RESPOND TO THE SMOOTHE STARE I FANCY
WHICH ALWAYS CAUSED A WOBBLE AT MY KNEE
BECAUSE NOW, I’M A STRONGER LADY.
As she showed her palm to the Seer
The air was thick with dread.
The girl's eyes were filled with her fear,
when her palm was read.
In a low, soft voice the Gyspy said:
"You will meet a good man..."
"Tall, dark, and handsome?" the girl said,
Not looking for romance.
"No," the woman said "someone better...
A Man who makes dreams real!"
"Who?" asked the girl in the sweater.
"That I cannot reveal..."
"I can tell you though..." said the hag.
"That you will meet soon,
somewhere far from this main old drag."
"How soon? Before a new moon?"
"Yes, yes, you must travel far and wide.
You will find him far-off,
In a home on the riverside,
Near a church and mosque."
"There he will teach you the secret...
The lost secret of life!"
The girl gaped at such tommyrot.
Angry, she said "Jesus Christ!"
"That CANNOT be true, you swindler!"
And with that she rushed out
Leaving the old fortune teller,
Who would sit there and wait.
You see the Seer knew something...
That the girl would meet him,
Soon, and then she would again think.
Soon, her dreams would evince.
Smiling at him
I wonder if he knew
What I was thinking
& what I intended to do
He was the first guy
That I really liked
Oh his beautiful smile
I wished for him to be mine
Tall, dark and handsome
He must came out of a story book
In my pages
I wanted him to take a look
He was the one
That I want in my life
He was the guy
I would love to be his wife
Over & over again
He came in my head
Taking me to worlds I hardly knew
Strangely enough he was in my bed
For he was mine
And I was his
Even if I am
Only his mistress.
I can see him from afar
Tall, Dark, and handsome
But when he smiles I can see his tartar
My love the moment I gazed on you I knew you were for me
Oh my Olympia, Oh my Olympia my desire it never wanes
I wanted and desired you, you hold a special place in my heart
I did not hesitate as I wooed and sought you as my very own
To possess you I knew would be ecstasy as I lusted after you
Your looks were sleek and sultry hiding a heart made of steel
One touch of your body and I became a captive of love
Oh how I loved you so overlooking the high price I had to pay
As together we then travelled as one on the highway of life
It was exhilarating as you added a new dimension to my life
Together we flew high and so many adventures did we share
But time my love has tamed you, I sadly watch you grow so old
The knocks of life have slowly one by one taken their toll
I look to others now so desiring the shining you that used to be
Now I have found another and he is my one true love not you
He’s tall dark and handsome not old and grey like you
I know you two will clash, he’s so like you, exciting wild and free
He will drive you hard and endlessly as the three of us combine
Olympia you’ll always remain my much loved Ford Falcon car.
It Ain't Easy Being Stupid
The sweet reggae music
And the oldies Goldie’s Outbids the
Noise in the night
Tall dark and handsome,
I saw him standing there,
A well shave face viper
His artistic designs
From ear to cheek
Zigzags lines that
Shape his round face
The shine on his face clashes
With the street light
To have such a deep admiration
From a sex stave woman
I was in love the six packer
the bearded caribbean viper
Under the street light; they he stand tall
I sigh! and took another sip of beer
as memory recalls I about to have an affair?
I whisper softly " Lord “Please don't failed me now
That was the night
When I surrender my heart, my secrets
for moment of bliss that fulfills only
a temporary curiosity of most women
My self-confidence forfeit
The enemy captured my heart
Self-confidence is to do
What you are afraid to do.
I have done it all
I surrender everything to a tall six packers
the beard caribbean viper
A moment of sanity
From another human being to another
It Ain't Easy Being Stupid
Every pore on my skin,
Lusts for the desire of your fingertips,
You can play me like you play the acoustic,
If that is all you wish,
Your voice would quell,
Each tear I’ve spilt,
And yet I walk alone,
Knowing your spirit,
Like I can hear it,
In my chest-
There are times,
When my mind,
Ventures to you and discovers,
A maze,
With the haze,
Of smoke;
I may never break the shell,
That is you,
But I can dream,
Of my tall dark and handsome,
I would pay a ransom,
For your heart,
And never look back,
If it was mine to keep.
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