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 May 2016
Keith Edward Baucum
There's more to a woman than her body and curves.
At the core of her brain is a thunderstorm that rains down wisdom, knowledge, and understanding, flooding the soul of man with love in it's truest form.
There's more to a woman than her physical beauty.  She's a living, breathing, ocean with waves of compassion leaping up from the depths sweeping man up in her current allowing him to swim in her essences that is woman.

Written by Keith Edward Baucum
 May 2016
Keith Edward Baucum
With skin the color of coffee what I wouldn't give to have a cup of her
Putting my lips to hers taking long slow sips warming my insides
Her fragrance is like freshly brewed aromatherapy healing my soul.
Written by Keith Edward Baucum
Love poem.
 May 2016
Historian E Lexano
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I
Shall
Pick myself with the ashes
Of these rhymes

And
Saturate my cavity walls
With the very of your smiles

Although
I feel no crush into pieces
It seems
I'm way-lost in these puzzles

Yet
Sweet nostalgic hymns
But I feel like I'm moving circus in oxymoron
I'm walking over hills the rains
Yet my head twirls beneath the vallies

I
Am confused
Like any of these
Falling stars amidst the universe

But
How do I fuse
These words you speak in obscure
A piece..

I'm confused anyways

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A Lady Am Crushing On ...Gets Me Confuse,Now And Then
 May 2016
Dexter Terzungwe
Driving Ms. Daisy
Absolutely drives me crazy.
Many a driver have come and vanished by noon.
Her cruel words are nothing but her ****** armour.
People hate her,
and she appears to love it.
Petite old Ms Daisy,
seems like she’ll forever be alone.
Today she asked of me to drive faster,
“I want to feel the wind against my face.
Take it up a notch”, she said.
“12miles/per hour,” she wailed.
Snub the rooster and wax the pole,
driving Ms Daisy is slow.
Really slow.
At times I fear that the machine may fail,
That the engine may even stop from being so frail.
Taking Ms Daisy someplace is like going nowhere,
because you aren’t moving enough to arrive anywhere.
Yesterday was the worst day ever;
her constant yelling and biting remarks
that only aimed to infuriate.
But Ms Daisy is always classy.
Her proud air of 16th century British Royalty.
Even her perfumed handkerchiefs spell eloquence.
But still, one day I wish she’ll suffer a heart attack,
Or maybe a mild stroke.
But then I wonder out loud,
“Who else will hire me and pay me this load?”
I may moan and rumble
but I am forever stuck with Ms Daisy.
Stuck in an unending timeline...
 May 2016
Roberta Day
Catching up on sleep
is a myth that nobody
can really achieve
 May 2016
Ree Bunch
Indescribable heat searing fresh skin;
your words mutilate my heart with a Masamune Katana.
Joyfulness your presence once gave - now tarnished- forever tainted.
Bountiful regret saturates your words- emitting rivers of apologies.
But beauty I often saw behind those eyes is replaced
with a distinct shimmer of a Masamune Katana lying just beneath.
I  understand people speak in anger and say things they should never say, but it's more damaging when a friend repeats something that  should  have never been brought up- that was told  in secrecy-just to cut the person deeply. After that I  think it's impossible to ever look at that person in the same light; all I'm able to see is the words that once came from their mouth.

Masamune Katana - A rarely made sword that is beautiful, yet deadly.
 May 2016
Ellentelligence
I loved you before you
With love, God.
Most bi*  r  ds call me ugly but
   I'm be  a  utiful & intelligent
     than  v  ultures and most of
  all oth  e  r birds gracing
   the ve  n  *etian skies
#Ravens have long been associated with death and dark omens but the real bird is some what a mystery.

#Acrostic #Raven #Racial prejudice  #Venetian skies #Vultures
 May 2016
thobile
It's determined not
By your flow of words
Nor the rhymes
That makes a rhythm
Those are countless

It's by the courage
You simply give
To the new ones
For that shows
The love of poetry

Best Poets Are Among Us
It's painful when I don't get encouraged.  Be the great poet and never pass other poet's poems.  Like Or comment,  It Counts
 May 2016
Mfena Ortswen
I lost my innocence in a battle of wits
Over a dinner of boiled rice and fried meats
His debate ground my overrated intelligence to bits
But it wasn't time, I wouldn't call it quits

We went on to the starlit, moonful park
We weren't sightseeing, I had to hit my mark
Everything I said was turned down with a reasonable reason
The more I tried to win the more I kept losing

We walked and talked and I realized
That our supposedly romantic dinner had been politicized
As we stood on my porch and called it a night
His lips touched mine, I didn't put up a fight

I laid a final claim in regards to our banter
His keen eyes widened I'd given him something to ponder
Later that night, I received his call
He asked for a rematch, I smiled, there'd be another date after all
 May 2016
uzzi obinna
Roses fade away,
Beauty wont always stay,
Your beauty in my heart,
Will never ever depart.
Love sees beyond
 May 2016
Ronell Warren Alman
Have a purpose in life
Find your way
Enjoy the journey
Before it is too late
You may stumble
And take a great fall
But, you need to rise up
In order to stand up tall
 May 2016
Sedoo Ashivor
Your life has got to count
For something meaningful
Someone ought to miss you
When you are no longer here
If all you have done
Is what you couldn't do
Your absence changes naught
You might as well disappear!
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