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best friend, fun, love, pets,
I remember the day I picked you,
With your sweet little puppy dog eyes.
For my heart was searching for love too,
When I looked down and heard your soft cries.
Your brothers and sisters were running,
They were after a fallen clothes peg,
But there was a puppy so stunning
Trying hard to get up on my leg.
Four years it has been since that moment
And I thank God daily for his gift
Each day you give me such enjoyment
Your love has given my heart a lift.
Today I know as clear as can be,
I didn’t pick you; rather you picked me.
Written by Brenda Meier-Hans
Sponsor Shadow Hamilton
Face to face body leaning
Clothes flying fast to the ground
Breath becoming loud and quick
Disappear in love
Michael J. Falotico
Clothes all wrinkled on the floor...
A pathway of roses to my door...
Like a sweet wine tasting, we sip...
Tasting each others love on our lips...
The radio is off but there are musical sounds...
Our voices harmonize as our bodies lie down...
As our toes curl in passion we melt into the sheets...
The temperatures outside are cool but in the bedroom
it is all about the heat...
Erotica contest....by F.H.
written by Michael J. Falotico
She looks around the room with worried eyes.
So many things are missing. What became
of all her pretty clothes? With great surprise
she notices her dresser’s not the same.
The fancy music box that held her pearls
is missing too from where it used to sit
beside the picture of her precious girls
there on the dresser. What became of it?
She hears her husband walking toward the room
and cries out as she sees him on the stair.
He lies down on their bed. She feels his gloom,
and then she knows. . . . He cannot see her there!
She lingers, helpless, knowing she must go,
yet hears him sob, “My love, I miss you so.”
Written for Susan Burch's "Missing" Poetry Contest
I find her most congenial, and we
have everything in common; it’s a fact!
With all of her opinions I agree.
Our shelves with books and nic-nacs all are stacked.
To exercise at Vasa gym she goes.
I also love that place, and all the time
she’s my companion at the movie shows!
We love to write and love to make a rhyme,
and we are also glad to be a girl
and wear cute clothes and use accessories.
When on the dance floor, how we love to twirl!
My closest friend is such a cinch to please.
If you’ve met “me,” you’ve met my friend. No lie.
She also calls herself “myself” and “I.”
Dec. 13, 2019 for Regina Riddle's Best Friend Sonnet Contest
Vince Suzadail Jr.
I love the way you turn me on
When we sit on our sofa on the lawn
Your breakfast is the greatest dear
Scrambled eggs and a case of beer
I listen to each breath you take
Your snoring always keeps me awake
Remember walking up the hill
To get some moonshine from the still
A romantic dinner would be so fine
Two Big Macs and a glass of shine
You scratch your butt and wash my clothes
You watch TV and pick your nose
I'll love you forever to tell the truth
And when you smile, I love your tooth.
funny, girlfriend-boyfriend, happiness, health, lost love, love, mother, parody, romance, satire, sorry,
Shall I compare thee to your mother's ****?
Thou aren’t more lovely, but more flatulent.
Rough winds do shake it; and bring on a farce
And all her clothes hath all too short a rent
Sometime too hot-headed of hell doth burn,
And often is the true nature exposed;
And every foul from fowl; my stomach churns,
By reason, or by nature's raging closed.
But thy infernal diet shall ne’er start
Nor gain possession of which now I grasp;
Nor shall we meet again; let’s stay apart,
When in eternal sounds the voice does rasp,
So long as men can breathe or eyes can cry,
So long lives this, and I bid thee goodbye.
May not be very sexy
Yet I need you to keep me warm
Thin yet lightweight
Hides my hairy chest
Every winter I cuddle up to you
Makes me all cosy
Available in many styles and colours
Lovely next to my skin
Vital in this chilly weather
Extra layer of clothing
Silk ones are the ultimate in comfort and warmth
Thermal vest I love you
23rd November 2014
body, clothes, for him, image,
A wrestler whose first name is Bill
Wears tights (but he’s over the hill)
He shoves down a sock
To enhance his ****
It sure gives the ladies a thrill!
Now Bill’s a really proud macho guy
And keeps grey hair at bay with black dye
Even though he’s a man
He wears lots of fake tan
And baby oil is in constant supply
For Phyl with love from FC xx
Nurse for Better Or Worse
Had married my wife for better or worse.
And she ended up becoming a nurse;
Not only that became an Registered RN;
On general floor is where she did begin.
With others her each ability did share
Became part of Neonatal Intensive Care
When she put on each nursing shoe
Would always end up going to NICU.
Each morning when sun would rise
She was an angel in her disguise
Back in those days a person knows
All white were all of her clothes.
Of course now must start to admit;
Love all her patients could never quit
Each day more in love with her fell
Hearing stories she had to tell
This is all true with no fake news.
beautiful, beauty, i love you, love, relationship, together, water,
Hearing the waters
Translucent lavender flow
Enriched blind, senses kick in
Silence abounds, clothes in fall
Naked to bare dip
Porcelain to porcelain
Glass of champagne chinks
Lapping ripples in caress
Submerged delights allure me
Patiently I wait
Her cue, for me to approach
Encroach, I go through
Eyes, eye, tanned undulations
When said bubbles dissipate
beauty, creation, nature,
Who flames the lilies of the field?
And the silver gladsome stars
Or puts a blanket,towering shield
From heaven's meteor darts.
Who grace the air in alluring sweetness?
And rivers above the expanse
Who clothes them all in retreatness?
To shout,to praise,to dance!
Who gives the rose the purest love
And the dews its silver -white
Or the blushing trees with arms above
That shakes within the light.
From regions far,to oceans near
Our God he smiles his beauty
From perfumed larks,to the leaping deer
Creation wields his duty!
fear, imagery, life, lost love, metaphor, mystery, relationship,
For years she thought his heart would warm up,
and open the door for her world. It felt like walking
in summer clothes in the north pole,
whenever she touched his chest;
she couldn't sigh, breathe or move.
It's as though he was afraid her hands would
melt his frozen heart,
and unravel his secrets.
Sometimes she joked, and asked him whether
he was an Iceman in his past life,
which he shrugged off,
as hailstorms gathered in his eyes.
Every day the space between them was becoming colder
and wider; she couldn't tell between winter
and summer anymore.....
I see beyond the clothes you wear,
The color of your eyes and hair,
The things you both love and deplore,
Your status, education, or
All other worldly things. I swear. . .
My love for you cannot compare
To any other’s. I’m aware
Of what you need that you might soar!
I see beyond.
You are my child; when in despair,
You need to know how much I care.
I understood your soul before
Your earthly sojourn! Evermore
I’ll guide you. Come to me in prayer;
I see beyond!
For Paula Swanson's Poetry Contest: I See Beyond
I will not be
ruled by my
Thus I shan’t
I can’t hate,
I won’t live,
word with no
You and I are
My body shall
be a suitcase,
Just like an
open shoe you
see the toes,
Thus no friends
and many are
the way the
nor tear must
Not a fright
when appears a
At full power
alone do my
To get no love
and give none
To obey, serve,
To torture my
And smother my
introspection, love, on writing and words
In the dark light of this winter morn, I see
The clothes that I am expected to wear
(Though, maybe, the fault of illusion lies with me)
From overuse, have become threadbare
In a cloak of blue, I steal through these lanes
Measuring myself, roughly, for something new
A suit of humour, to cover my pain
A coat of hope, to stop the doubt shining through
Do not fit true…
This protective subterfuge cannot last long
So, with the aura of my old hide, around me spread
(Without my own skin I feel so wrong)
In this cloth that is woven from transparent thread
Words, unaltered, from my head…must soon be said…
husband, lost love, sea,
Such tender whispers waft on salty air
On foggy mornings waves are brushed in gray
I hear you then as winds caress my hair
Your murmur’s soft, but I know what you say
The day will soon come when we live as one
You know I miss the sea scent in your clothes
Our earthly union – life had just begun
You asked for “waders;” I said, “What are those?”
On morns like this I put your waders on
Reach out and search in misty sea for you
The realms that separate us will be gone
To vows we made so long ago, I'm true
My lover, teacher, mentor and best friend
The bond between our souls will never end
*Entry for Brian's contest, December 2018
inspirational, uplifting, beautiful, beautiful, love, may,
i may just have an ugly face.
i also maybe cheap
but i have made many "a man race"
as beauty is only skin deep.
i may not be as pretty as a picture
but i have often made a choice
and i may not be any richer
but there is love in my voice.
i may not have lovely clothes
but i can make love to you
and i may not be beautiful as a rose
but i know when love is true.
i may not have a beautiful body
but it is still kept on view
and i may not be small and often in the nuddy
but my affections are on cue
so if you rate your love on looks alone
i think I'll just leave and tarry
because you heart is colder than stone
your the type for me not to marry.
Michael J. Falotico
I took the pictures down and folded all the clothes...
The carpet seems new where the couch used to sit...
A freshly painted outline used to hide behind our photo...
The plants are gone ,the fish tank is empty, only left
are echoes of our life...
His and her's boxes sit by the door like Halloween candy
ready to be given out..
Where love once rang out only whispers can be heard...
No more lights in the window or a lit candle on the piano...
The welcome mat is all rolled up like so many holidays went by..
One last glance as darkness fills the room, still the only warm
memory is lingering smell of your perfume...
Empty Apartment contest
betrayal, clothes, depression,
Every time your not next to me
I fell like your being distant
Every time your saying mean things
It makes me feel like you don't love me at all
Every time we argue
It hurts me so much it makes me want to hurt myself
Every time you give me an attitude
I feel like your bringing me down
Every time your angry at things I tell you
It makes me feel like you hate me
Every time you look away from me
I feel like you don't want to be with me
Every time I try to joke around
You get mad at the jokes I make
But what hurts me the most
Is the way you accuse me of cheating
creation, imagination, perspective, poetry, rap, word play, writing,
More, get the picture?
More and more profit
More of that
More in my glass
More before I pass
More in my cup
More of that stuff
More decks of cards
More of living large
More of taking charge
More paths being carved
More of all of the above
I have inside my wardrobe many clothes
composed of dresses, blouses, slacks and tops,
and as the number of these items grows,
so does my footwear. Lord, it never stops!
I’m not too good at throwing stuff away
except for things from when I was size nine!
So I can change my outfits day to day.
I love variety. It is divine!
I match accessories and jewelry
with all my clothing with its many hues.
I think I’d suffer from anxiety
without a rather large supply of shoes!
If just two pairs of shoes were all I owned,
I’d somehow have to get them color-cloned!
Aug. 1, 2017 for the Two Pair of Shoes Contest of John Lawless
art, emotions, heart, love, lust, passion,
I took you in and held you tight,
I danced into your soul,
And took the rope you balanced on,
Dislodged your self-control,
To pull apart your shattered heart,
Rebuild your classic pose,
And paint the lust inside your mind,
Underneath the clothes,
For me, I had to fuel my pain,
I had to feel what I had broke,
To create a world that I had lost,
With every painful stroke,
So I built you up then tore you down,
I played with what you are,
I captured, on canvas, the truth to you,
Your hurt, your rent, your scar.
Written 4th Feb entered into Brian's Contest
If my thirst for love, I could quench
my heart would beat in rhythmic sound
and not be saddened, torn in wrench
Happiness would be joy unbound
Hunger to be wanted, sated
if my thirst for love, I could quench.
For eons of time I've waited
Lonely wallflower on a bench
Sorrowful tears, my clothes in drench.
Embers would glow in my heart's fire
if my thirst for love, I could quench.
At last I'd be filled with desire
Where is the one of whom I dream
To his love, I shall ever clench.
I'd search each silvery moonbeam
If my thirst for love, I could quench
June 4th 2017
Broken Wing's "Q" Form