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Yvonne De Carlosa Poem
Love’s Pure Delight
Lying on the floor, Neath the Christmas tree looking up
Can’t get enough of all the mysteries of you and I without a cup
The beauty of all the majestic glitter of all the colorful lights
Leaves a glow upon your inviting skin under the tree this night.
Perpetuates our utter silhouettes like a dancing of northern lights
Upon this beauty of earthly powers leaves me mesmerized with all of
your delights
As we are in tune in romancing each other under the moon
For upon this night the stars above must know we’re in tune.
Man, can we really leave each other breathless
For I’ll always know your sweet enticing caress
Can leave us both in sweet harmony in each other’s arms
Oh, how can I ever get enough of your elegant charms?
Seems to me I’ll have to wait till summer is almost here
Even in spring’s flowery scent seems so very long for us dear
As we both lay under this beautifying electric lights
Neath this all-consuming extravagant Christmas tree enticed
within love’s pure delights.
Written: Dec. 24, 2014
Yvonne
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This is actually a true story. A long time ago when I use to live on a homestead, we had grown many turkey's. Sometimes they were better watch dogs than a dog. I was inside doing my house-cleaning chores; when all of a sudden the phone rang. the gas-meter man inside of his truck said, "Hey, lady can you come out and get your dang turkey off my truck." I went out laughing like he was stuck in some mud up to his neck.
Turkey On Truck
Out came two turkey's on top of truck
Scared the crap out of driver he stuck
Phoned me to come out
All I did was shout
All he had to do was honk ker pluck.
Poor man almost died by the look on his face, he was so scared I had to ask him if he had to use the washroom. All he said, next time I come here better have your turkey's caged up. Didn't say anything to that for if I did his face would have turned beet red again. So I just let it go. To this day I still laugh at the scared look on his face. Guess if one is not used to something like this, it could have a drastic frightening image left on their minds forever.
Written: Aug. 14, 2013
Yvonne De Carlosa
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Dreamy Moon
Singing songs of love
While we lie on softened lawn
Neath the dreamy moon.
Written: July 4, 2014
Yvonne
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Autumn Menage A Trois
A Menage a trois of
Cascading leaves flow gently
on the pumpkin lawn
Dance happily free
In harvest gold festival
Autumn leaves serene
Illusions of scenes
fire flaming scarlet leaves
withering on stairs.
Written: Oct. 21, 2015
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Man From Nice
There was an old man from Nice
He could not cook up some rice
His sister fell ill
Then took a spill
Too bad they can not play dice.
Written: Oct. 25, 2015
Yvonne
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Never A Lonesome Dove
I'm so tired and so weary but never a lonesome dove
I've always tried to fit in where ever I visit there of,
On many unknown varsities I'll gloriously be only me
So very humble as if I were only a little bee so happily free
Where ever I hang my baseball cap or even my cowgirl hat, oh as socially as I see
How can some of these people can never go an extra, extra mile being happily?
Why cannot some of these people where I've worked hard all my life
I've always kept a firm resolution, to be happy with whatever I do in strife,
In some increment of devices, some people all keep in an upbeat veiled faces
When all I want is heavenly angels to wear or smile and itialize true traces,
Of no antagonistic histrionics of devious and innovating identities as crisis
I'm only a mere country kind of gal; that has no negative abnormal-analysis,
In many destitute places I do love writing or whatever I do think of
I'm so tired and so weary but never a lonesome, lonesome dove,
I'm so tired and so weary but never a lonesome, lonesome dove
I’m so tired and so weary but never a lonesome, lonesome dove.
Written: Nov. 20, 2014
Yvonne
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Hickory Dickory Mouse on Clock
Hickory, dickory dock
mouse ran away with my sock
now they don't match
can you do catch?
now there's two more mice on clock.
Written: Nov. 1, 2015
Yvonne
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Armandlia Foolia
There is a man named Leonardo Gulia
Dating a woman named Julia Bulia
She likes eating grape jam
Thinks she’s a raving ham
She calls her son Armandlia Foolia
Written: 1/12/12
Yvonne
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Reflections
Reflections on pond
Enchanting bridge at still dawn
Sings calm atmosphere
Serenity sets
allowing fallen snow
sings songs of angels.
Written: Nov. 14, 2014
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Steamy Romance
Singing songs of love
As we drift off in slumber
neath the stars below
Hot steamy romance
while we don't kiss and tell of
our hypnotic dance.
Written: Sept. 23, 2014
Yvonne
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