Snow came down hard
Harassing the roadside bar
Taking one more shot
Reminding himself, 'he was hot'
John proceeded to the lavatory
Without any worry
Mirror, he did reflect
No fear of the word 'reject'
Ventured into the night
Seeking a romantic sight
Reality stated hurtful fight
"Goodbye, my dear knight
Our relationship is dead,"
Wearing the pearls he bought, she said
Returning to the watering hole
Shivering and cold
Shocking we were told
Seductress commanded the stage
Half anyone's age
Protected inside a cage
Belting out a tune
Loving warmth came back soon
After being swooned
Patrons did say
Heating bill, owner electronically paid
When the tempting tease was done
She approached the admirer, looking for fun
As for the haunting past outside
Confirming someone had lied
And died
"Those pearls fit you right"
Stranger mentioned, eyes bright
"They are a little tight,"
Informed the songbird, preparing for a deathly fight
Confirming fan, a nut
She kicked them in the butt
Finding a cell
Lonely, I must tell
(a series of Senryus)
Oh merciless tease,
heaven’s greatest injustice
must be temptation
There is no sense in
in the sensual and no real
care in the carnal
They’d begun the rites,
delights and wrongs of such love
an unworthy two
Anointed and sworn
by covenants to faithful
others as they were
Was a single kiss
what set the violently
borne fire of thirst?
Which, carried by the
winds of want, brought misfortune
and misadventure
There followed a swift
contract to sin that enriched
impractical love
Their delightful and
perfect lowliness of mind
banished dull conceits
And then afterwards,
a bookful of non-binding
promises of love
.
.
A song for this
the feeling by Steve Lacy [E]
Braise
Mysterious loses
Pleasing, tempting, teasing
Planting, affluents blue gold
Treasure
Perched upon the edge of a tree,
The Chakor looked so calm and free.
Watching the moon as his whole,
Beyond the anguish of his soul.
Laughing in the sky so far,
Jingle, jingle, little star.
Teasing Chakor with the shimmering light,
Making the moon glow so bright.
Oh CHAMELEON,
you have changed over the years.
You were such a tease to me,
I loved talking with you.
WOW you are the Easter Bunny.
Softer handed
Softer hearted;
And of thought, for their young too
Humanly kind;
As butterfly
As dragonfly
And all this miscellany
Frail-aired combined
Ourselves among
Agree as one:
"Let come, as close; but for joys
To be entwined".
warm weather slips in
holding hands with coldness
causing mixed emotions
their teenage teacher—they twisted to torture them ten terrible times
SHE DANCES JUST BEYOND YOUR REACH,
A WHISPER LOST ALONG THE BEACH.
A SHADOW CAST BY THE SETTING SUN,
A GAME BEGUN, BUT NEVER WON.
SHE SPEAKS IN RIDDLES, SOFT AND SLY,
A LAUGHING GLINT BEHIND HER EYE.
A BRUSH OF HAND, A FLEETING DANCE,
THEN VANISHES MID-STEP OF DANCE.
HER LIPS, THEY PROMISE UNTOLD BLISS,
BUT VANISH JUST BEFORE THE KISS.
A SILK OF WORDS, A VELVT NO,
SHE PULLS, THEN LETS THE SILENCE GROW.
YOU CHASE, YOU FALL, YOU RISE AGAIN,
CAUGHT IN THE WEB OF SWEET, SHARP PAIN.
SHE IS THE THRILL, THE EDGE, THE FLAME,
THE TEASE WHO PLAYS, BUT TAKES NO NAME.
I’m like a chameleon
I don’t mean to be
Happy when with you
but also happy with just me
My colors change to match
The seasons and the breeze
I’m down for whatever
Happy go lucky at peace
I’m easygoing until you know
I’m needed to be hard and cold
You may or may not be bold
Enough to see my inner child grow
I’ll play the game until the end
Bounce with joy no matter who wins
For I know we will continue to blend
Making new rules new game new sin
I admit I’m a naughty neon girl
Born again but stuck in the world
It’s more what I do in my mind
Not what you see if you are kind
If I really was a truly free soul
I’d pawn my body and heart of gold
And become a body-less being
A Cupid of sorts with love so freeing
But here I am a chameleon soul
In my nightclub life dancing on a pole
Happy to glide in the music solo
In my eyes is a haunting you know
~ Portuguese Corpora-tease ~
If, in a manner of speaking
as it were
The thing is, to my mind
in all honesty
Transparency, at the end
of the day, is our #1 priority
at the heart of our mission
the foundation stone of our culture
And you have my word on that
so to speak
~ Copyright, all rights reserved, 'Doubletalk Jabberwock,' Anywhere, USA
#1 Topless Mermaid
Big bully who teased younger Guy
Said, "dude, go give it a try!
A mermaid, No shells,
at the bottom,!” he yells…
… and boy, he ran head first to dive!
#2. Literal Lot
Literal Lot, temper so hot,
Symbolic speech understands not.
Then, when someone said,
“Man, you have a hot head!”
he dunked in the pool like a shot!
#3. Swim At Your Own Risk
Swimming in pool was Lou- Lou,
In distress yelled, ”MA! Gotta poo !”
Momma was too late.
So the cowboy, Nate,
stuck in head n'said, “Howdy-DOO!”
#4.Boy Wizard Disappears!
Boy wizard with magical wand,
could open the doors to beyond!
in the pool one day,
dropped it with dismay,
One second there, n'then he was gone!
There's a smile tethered to each scented breeze
and a warm caress in the Sun's embrace,
revealing the telltale signs of Spring's tease.
Ice melts in rivers that no longer freeze
and dandelions show their yellow face;
there's a smile tethered to each scented breeze.
Affirming the weatherman's expertise,
a seasonal transition's taking place;
revealing the telltale signs of Spring's tease.
While warm Chinooks bring Winter to its knees
weaving snowflakes into patches of lace,
there's a smile tethered to each scented breeze.
Butterflies cavort with the honeybees
while April showers give Winter winds chase,
revealing the telltale signs of Spring's tease.
Anxieties swiftly begin to ease
as Winter slips away without a trace.
Revealing the telltale signs of Spring's tease,
there's a smile tethered to each scented breeze.
Before the Day Turned Into Night 1-21-24
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Before the Day Turned Into Nigh - ITQ
Through veils of rose twilight dances
Wink, a smile, coquettish glances
Flirts with the stars, the moon, perchance,
Promise for dusky romances.
She wears sheer hues that silhouette
The shapely shades of dusk’s coquette
Amber tease in fuchsia ballettes
Light and shadows in dusk’s duets.
This playful minx just can’t behave
Teases nightfall with siren’s faves,
Golden tones split the airy waves,
Night encouraged to misbehave.
Before the day turned into night
A coral kiss turns off the lights.
Melancholy chimes,
a dark silhouette;
Doleful burlesque doll,
soft splatter of sound
pulls tears from her eyes;
Fall into pain
dance on sadness;
Risque ranting
stains that lace bra;
Revealing
everything
naked twirl;
Pouting
is a
tease.
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