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  Oct 2019 Dandy Lioness
Because the earth’s round
Doesn’t mean it’s  having a ball.

Because waves crash
Doesn’t mean that they aren’t in control.

Because the sea is deep
Doesn’t mean that it’s thoughtful

Because land meets the sea
Doesn’t mean that they agree

Because you float my boat
Doesn’t make me the captain.
Five little ten worders to ponder.
Dandy Lioness Oct 2019
I feared that you will learn the lessons of beauty and injustice
That the poetry your own body can create will abandon you
That the gifts of your own strength and passion will be dulled before they are even born
I feared that you will cease to yearn for flight
Dandy Lioness Oct 2019
Your words are slippery when I’m around
You make perfect holes to fall underground
Your hair is so wild when I’m around
Antenna wrapped up and round and deep down
Your fingers make me ticklish when you’re  around  
Everything goes ...pound ... pound .. .pound
Your skin makes me dizzy when you’re around
I can’t see, I can’t taste, I can’t hear a sound
Dandy Lioness Oct 2019
You were my favorite tree
Almost too beautiful for me to truly see
Your hardened exterior splinters mine
Still, your broad shoulders I long to climb

You were my favorite branch
My summit on slopes noted for avalanche
Swinging up, I giggle from your high
You anchor my kite, then let it fly

You were my favorite leaf
Private magnificence, for only kids can see
Envied by the dandelions you hold
First to feel and show the cold

You were my favorite seed
Transmuting miracles in a dark jubilee
Humbly creating with universal intelligence
Penetrating strength, broken from love’s maleficence
2.0. Fixed it to rhyme. What can I say I love rhyme.
Dandy Lioness Oct 2019
Two ***** soap bumbles
Swirling in a foggy haze
Gliding to meet my orbit
Graze my hips with the tips of everything
Swaying better when we touch
Spinning in and out of control
I don't mind at all
Circling till we’re dizzy
Dancing with someone good and new.
Dandy Lioness Sep 2019
That one with the long dress
But no glitter can cover her mess
Only the pointiest of heels and clavicle
To puncture the victims of this cannibal
Her chameleon skin fits her whimsy
Mean girl musings, her character is flimsy
Only stupid, most trusting of men fall for her charm
Men I've loved, destined to repeat her harm
An Impressionist painting, she's so pretty from afar
Close-up, she's the ugliest, most painful part of his memoir
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