She walks through the mall.
With a hip-notick erotic attraction.
Spellbinding and alluring
to wittily say the least, raising an abundance
Of physical reactions, turning every head,
an eye in the house towards that intoxicating hip - notick motion
swinging from side to side like a youthful pendulum
on a grandfather's clock naturally stimulating the mind in time
and the senses as she passes by.
With a lingering scent of pleasure, I sit in a state of drunkenness.'
Drinking a Frappuccino with whipped cream
As I dream away the day overloaded with boundless energy not yet spent
and with passionate desires that would cause a holy man to repent?
A wonderful witticism, wittily said,
Can often fly past a non-thinker’s head.
Sometimes they are angry, a bit like a barb.
If that is the truth, wearing Saturday garb,
You might want to keep them only for special times
To use in silly songs or whimsical rhymes.
Wonderful witticisms, can make you feel great
Until they hurt feelings, which is often their fate.
For when this happens, it might give you pause.
Bringing you grief when it reaches Santa Claus.
So be careful my lovely, when you draw out a thought.
If it might hurt others, you should probably not.
Quietly you gather your stuff, eagerly awaiting the bell
so you could do what you were born to
Quickly, you gather your thoughts
hoping you have selected the best method to unveil and dissect this poem
Wittily, you engage the class
and we could not help but laugh and participate in the controversial discussion
You with your charismatic personality have made learning easy.
Flow slow through thy bitter life
Cross gently, and fancy fiery strife;
Float in dark silence without a wing,
There is time to melt till ardent spring.
Thy love, vision, grief and desire
Are sweet seeds for earth’s fire,
In a world of doubt and despair,
Where pity and mercy are so rare.
In thy heart, thy soul dost weep,
And look where thou vainly creep,
With faint innocence and sad tears
Thy feet are weighed by dreamy years.
Triumph thy pains in aware quietness,
A flower exchange life for a dew caress,
Though it hides her bless in tiny seeds,
Then perish humbly with eternal creeds.
Blind thy eyes to aches and wittily live,
And forget, ignore, and cordially forgive;
And forsake the wealth of daily pleasure,
Content’s Treasure has heavenly measure.
I long to stretch my bare feet upon the emerald grass of Ireland
And smile and taunt the guards at the queen’s palace of England
And stand in the tall stone castle peek of Scotland haunted past
And hear the fresh running water creeks and weary nighttime laughs
I dream of taking a gondola ride down the lazy river of Venize Italy
I’d like to read a poem to the President of the USA and do it wittily
I need to breathe in the night air wearing a long black gown
Dragging my long brushed endless hair wildly on the ground
I picture a tall blond knight holding me close and kissing me tight
Into the long hours of a sultry passionate summer night
I see a dreamy east coast cottage on a private ocean edge
I want the nerve to face my fears of heights and stand out on the ledge
I’d like to someday see pictures of the woman that gave birth to me
Then I could sleep soundly and forever set my soul free
Those eyes
Wake up exuberance
Welcome early rituals
Wittily warming pop tarts
Whimsy’s gaze flirts away frowns .
Those eyes
Scan pages, screens, faces
Strip lovely from ugly,
Sublime from crass illusion
Cynicism yet unsown.
Those eyes
Tears well up in wonder
Trying to comprehend
Troubling implications of
Truths terribly distorted.
Those eyes
Rest in grown-child slumber
Reaping dream’s mythologies
Reset to rap-fringed music
Receiving wisdom’s jewels.
Those eyes
Beam gentle radiance
Blazing bright potential
Brilliant points of Monday’s hope
Bedazzling Friday’s despair.
Those incredible eyes.