Poet, Emily Dickinson
from The Selected Poems of Emily Dickinson
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I hide myself within my flower,
That wearing on your breast,
You, unsuspecting, wear me too --
And angels know the rest.
I hide myself within my flower,
That, fading from your vase,
You, unsuspecting, feel for me
Almost a loneliness.
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Wild nights! Wild nights!
Were I with thee,
Wild nights should be
Our luxury!
Futile the winds
To a heart in port, --
Done with the compass,
Done with the chart.
Rowing in Eden!
Ah! the sea!
Might I but moor
To-night in thee!
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To lose thee, sweeter than to gain
All other hearts I knew.
'T is true the drought is destitute,
But then I had the dew!
The Caspian has its realms of sand,
Its other realm of sea;
Without the sterile perquisite
No Caspian could be.
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So we must keep apart,
You there, I here,
With just the door ajar
That oceans are,
And prayer,
And that pale sustenance,
Despair!
Nice...I guess. My poetry is more in the realm of "There was a lass from Nantucket..." Poetry is to intelligent for my pee brain.
ReplyDelete@ CP -- Psshaw ... I don't believe that for one second. You are smarter than the average bear Boo Boo. I love me some poetry. I write it, read it, love it.
ReplyDeleteAs a highly esteemed member of the limericks and roses are red school of poetry I must say this "high brow" stuff makes me itch.
ReplyDeleteKudzu is green,
my dog's name is Blue
And I'm so lucky
to have a sweet thang like you.
Yore hair is like cornsilk
A-flapping in the breeze.
Softer than Blue's
And without all them fleas.
You move like the bass,
Which excite me in May.
You ain't got no scales
But I luv you anyway.
You're as graceful as okry
Jist a-dancin' in the pan.
Yo're as fragrant as SunDrop
Right out of the can.
You have all yore teeth,
For which I am proud;
I hold my head high
When we're in a crowd....
(there is a lot more iffen ya wanna hears it)
@ Iggy --- iffen I did, which I do, I would be and am itchin for more ;) Bravo! Bravo!!
ReplyDeleteEncore!!!
ReplyDeleteOn special occasions,
ReplyDeleteWhen you shave yore armpits,
Well, I'm in hawg heaven,
I'm plumb outta wits.
Still them fellers at work
They all want to know,
What I did to deserve
Such a purty, young doe.
Like a good roll of duct tape
Yo're there fer yore man,
To patch up life's troubles
And stick 'em in the can.
Yo're as strong as a four-wheeler
Racin' through the mud,
Yet fragile as that sanger
Named Naomi Judd.
Yo're as cute as a junebug
A-buzzin' overhead.
You ain't mean like no fire ant
Upon which I oft' tread.
(ugh... there is even more...)
@ Iggy -- UGH ... stop holding me in such baited suspense! Proceed my good man while I pick myself up off the floor and shake off two rounds of laughter.
ReplyDeleteCut from the best pattern
ReplyDeleteLike a flannel shirt of plaid,
You sparked up my life
Like a Rattletrap shad.
When you hold me real tight
Like a padded gunrack,
My life is complete;
Ain't nuttin' I lack.
Yore complexion, it's perfection,
Like the best vinyl sidin'.
Despite all the years,
Yore age, it keeps hidin'.
And when you get old
Like a '67 Chevy,
Won't put you on blocks
And let grass grow up heavy.
Me 'n' you's like a Moon Pie
With a RC cold drank,
We go together
Like a skunk goes with stank.
Some men, they buy chocolate
For Valentine's Day;
They git it at Wal-Mart,
It's romantic that way.
Some men git roses
On that special day
From the cooler at Kroger.
"That's impressive," I say.
Some men buy fine diamonds
From a flea market booth.
"Diamonds are forever,"
They explain, all suave and couth.
But for this man, honey,
These will not do.
For you are too special,
You sweet thang you.
I got you a gift,
Without taste nor odor,
Better than diamonds,
it's a new trollin' motor
-anon
@ Iggy -- gosh dang if I'm not swooning like a school girl ... that anon must love him some sweet thang!
ReplyDelete:) And I'm happy too, knowing I made a purty woman like you smile and laugh after what has seemed like a rough week.
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