Xviii Poems - Poems about Xviii

...Venus,Goddess of Love sans her mascara central lady in Sandro's' La Primavera'* Simonetta Vespucci as this supermodel To Bottecelli close-ups were a doddle......Read the rest...

...XVI: Who was wrong... Who was wrong I cannot say But often keep pondering day after day Thoughts to which attention I shouldn't pay But the heart simply won't be at bay Wonder who was right,......Read the rest...

...I. Father, my knees quiver and quake, they bend then break like a reed ensnared in the tempest’s throes II. My sanguine palms, stammering in fear of Your reprisal, whimper in their mu......Read the rest...

...Lust is the ladylike curve of the Ottoman kilij that kisses the jugular vein of the pagan wanderer, as he slumbers underneath the Esfahani opulence of temptation’s velveteen Pashmina fleece......Read the rest...

...I’ve started seeing faces of once strangers reappear with time they don’t spare a smile for me perhaps I’m still a stranger to them the mother with a cart full of fresh produce and peanuts, ......Read the rest...

...her bed clothes laid across her bed-- a trek to town? her failing memory won't lead her home Prev. Pub. in TSA Anthology 2020......Read the rest...

...P Neruda 100 love sonnets xvii         C          ***             abab cdcd efef gg                                XVIII......Read the rest...

...We maneuver moonlight with such finesse they often call us children of darkness; I touched the copper dripping from my fangs upon my lips this liquid life force hangs; Warm daylight’s melody......Read the rest...

... I Remember when days were long and all de children do is play, or how de burnin sun hot like fire and snow cone all melt away when I was jus a lad in Trinida......Read the rest...

...EARLY POEMS XVIII You didn't have time by Michael R. Burch You didn't have time to love me, always hurrying here and hurrying there; you didn't have time to love me, and you didn't have tim......Read the rest...

...Trauma—it is near and dear to us, There is a need to embrace it, But it spits at us like a wild beast, Not wanting compassion— Nourishment is its need, And justice is its desire— Resolve—it ......Read the rest...

...wanky wit is not moist motive; hoisted hankering damp feelings dark denotations foils fleshened salient smothers, sil'ette slackened wielded wit ain't fame - fostered fleas la-de-da lurch humm......Read the rest...

...T, Whipped in with the passion fruit pavlova your love dangles me, caresses me so so delicately; tongued, swirled, teased then tasted ~ ~ oh so so heavenly sent and enjoyed ......Read the rest...

...walking uphill the old man kicks a can......Read the rest...

...IF YOU PULL A LONG FACE : Part XVIII IF you pull a long dopey face The least one can in this case say You don't belong to the eskimo race Who lament the sun sunk in iced bay Now if you pu......Read the rest...