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Gregory Abella Poem
HER WONDERFUL MOTHER NATURE
Once upon her entering and exiting
Her comings and goings
Groceries, gym or mall
Mother Nature made the mirrors love her
All-knowing reflection,
No adjustments needed...
Please...not one correction
Causing confusion, she's unflawed
Everywhere, in every room, claiming, stealing all attention
Gorgeous green eyed-snake women start hissing,
Salivating, half-dog half-men, jaws stuck, stalled
Remember her...Oh, don't they all?
She and I, sometimes engage in
A carefully unscripted conversation
And so from mine own imagination...I will share
She leaves the world, with rare...souvenirs
Letting us know she was near
A trace of her intimidating yet inviting, invisible scent
Where her valuable diamond time was spent
But none free to spare
A lost, left behind, strand of hair
A walking razor
Her shadow click-clacks in,
Legs, classily crossed ladylike, saddled that lucky chair
Sipped only a pair of cocktails,
Her figure a musical note, a cursive signature,
Her FORM flows, dips smooth and full
Stunning, so easily capturing us all
Her smile, does accurately spell
The wonderful definition of the word Beautiful...
Look her up in the dictionary my friend
For she is a non-fictional woman
Strong-her world has gravitational pull you apart
Aquarius without a speck of ugliness
In February she effortlessly
Valentines a fool's heart
Can never look messily
That is quite improbably, an impossibility
Surreally painted together perfectly
Like a Dali nude canvass on art,
Breathing...responding...moving
Wonderful Mother Nature, knew exactly what she was doing
Marvelously done, on her part.
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Gregory Abella Poem
For I know what Adam went through
From God, to me...Father, thank You
First time he looked at Eve
In Eden
Rubbed his God given, overwhelmed eyes
Saw her feet, legs, walking in bareness, her thighs
Ravishing, her standing there, he couldn't believe
And God gave him exactly and all that he would need
An Impeccable Queen
In the middle of the very first dream
Woken from a deep sleep
Missing a rib now, but she's here,
Behold God's most paralyzing earthly creature!
Ran his fingers through her hair
Belly button & lips
Shoulders & breasts,
What delicious features
The very first team, very first pair
How Yahweh, all along, intended it to be....no fig leaves
No eating from the forbidden tree
Here Eve, kneel down with me
Let's pray together and obey
Blessed to have one another
From the first time Adam held her hand
Is she real Father? He must of asked....
Of course....yes my son...she's all yours.......
Let me see, how she reacts.....
His perfect opposite
Kissed her face, shivering at first
Then calm, natural and relaxed.
Two beings, two rings, one flesh
Here's a rose for you wife Eve
Dinner's ready husband Adam, let's eat.
Two become one, up before the sun
Down with the moon, procreating
Seven times a week, intense
In the beginning.......it did not add up
But now...................it all makes wonderful sense.
God willed us, from above
And so it was
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Gregory Abella Poem
When our volcano erupts
Love-like lava
Lava-like love
Has begun to flood
Lipstick kisses, our hot river
Hug quakes
Thighs sigh, thrust, quiver
Our fountain will always shower, deliver
Zeus commanded Venus,
And placed us on a blue Zenith
Atop our own mound,
Not a living shadow around
Undiscovered map,
Completely oblivious
If we get lost, in my pocket,
I have a compass
The moon is in its' gibbous
Then the rainbow market of flowers
Darkened down beneath
Turned themselves green ugly
Wind began to curse and cuss
There will be no dividing or conquering us
Legs, like roots
Arms, wrapped and suction like the octopus
The closest star to this globe, rose
So far yet so close
Fought against the waves
Victorious again, against our atmosphere
Peeked along the equator
As it did for the Pagans and Romans
Ancient times and now..........
Two thousand sixteen years later
I place it in your palm my lava lover
We'll scale back up our volcano
When the sun climbs down for its' slumber
Bathe in our lava love forever
Copyright © Gregory Abella | Year Posted 2016
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