Unscratched itch
I have a weakness for golden blond hair,
and light shade of blue in mascara eyes,
that new recruit in office next door,
I brushed past her as I came up a floor,
and she is got them, she is got them,
She has bloody got them… all of them!!
four decades into life, still out for a mate,
with a good
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Categories:
unscratched, abuse, age, cute love,
Form: Free verse
Unscratched itch
my brain says to itch
I meditate not to itch
mind over matter
the longer I don't
my mind is a raging mess
mind over matter
I cave in to itch
I scratch and scratch and scratch - awe
mind over matter
12-22-23
Edward Ibeh contest
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Categories:
unscratched, life,
Form: Free verse
Unscratched Itch
If people have some sort of yearning, dissatisfaction or some itch that hasn't been scratched, it might be because they aren't looking in the right direction for a solution. They aren't looking within. ~ Russell Brand
Sometimes I need to make a switch
when things go awry, like a glitch
causing worry and makes
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Categories:
unscratched, happy,
Form: Rhyme
Unscratched Itch
Folks of the suburbs sting thy heart
Tongues of mosquitos suck thy soul
Stories leak no finish nor start
The histamine I can’t control
Spreads out from cranium to my toe.
All lips kiss thy cheek for one goal.
Pictures they sow just come and go
If I did not give two sharp pins
Yet, I do. Must go with the flow
Threw
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Categories:
unscratched, anxiety, confidence, depression, society,
Form: Terza Rima
Unscratched Itch
Like uncared unfulfilled wishes creeping to the fore
Irresistible! Impossible, yet? Dilemmatic?
Shy about removing the robe that might reveal the core
Could the cut be covered with the costliest cosmetic?
Disgruntled, like a lion brooding over a lost prey
This itch turns into karma leading to endless rebirth
It becomes the root of my yokes on which I
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Categories:
unscratched, conflict, life,
Form: Sonnet
UNSCRATCHED ITCH
UNSCRATCHED ITCH
It is a desperate need, an unscratched itch
I must walk away and just forget the past
Like playing roulette and hoping to get rich
But it is a different kind of die that’s cast
Be it odd or even, and I don’t care which
Just ensure that one’s new life can be a blast
I cannot be left with
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Categories:
unscratched, irony,
Form: Ottava rima