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his libidinal juices
did vigorously stir
on sighting
her pretty flower

he sought pleasure
within her petals
yet she wasn't
receptive to his metal
the odds were stacked against him
nothing went as it should
the suite of cards just weren't for him
they weren't much good

his darling deserted him
she left him for another guy
she lost that loving feeling for him
leaving him with not a dry eye

he sat all alone recalling
how dear she was to him
all those loving memories
came flooding on back to him

his life was never going
to be the same
the cards he was dealt
ended their love game

no trump
card did he receive
she lost that loving feeling
leaving him to grieve
Upon sleepy creek she rests
calm water dull august noon
memory are now all the crests
riding the waves in the moon!

Sailed the lunar breeze pearly sea
swam wispy phosphorescent gleam
when the night sang a lullaby
stars wove a blanket of dream!

Held her heart all the lovers’ trance
stolen kiss blown in the wind
on her breast joyous feet’s dance
tears of romance fallen ruined!

August noon resting weary
spins a sea for her to retrace
must find her way the ferry
to be lost in the waves’ embrace!
 Sep 2014 Gladys P
SilentCry
When I wipe at my inked words
Before the gel ink has dried
My words bleed and smudge
Onto the college ruled paper
Just like my heart does inside
© SilentCry
under his roof
is water proof
the rain doesn't drip
through its tin
his place is ideal
for sheltering
so if you're stuck
in a deluge
he'll invite you in
so as you don't
get wet to the skin
he'll guarantee
his place will be
moisture free
there is a new building
on the east side
that has a length
twenty two miles wide

a co-operative of authors
hang out there
every day they ply
their multitude of wares

the building was established
to foster the quill
to-day there was sixty
working at a window sill

Mr George Thomas has named
this place for scribing
Writers Block the house of penmen
who like word imbibing
I'm not a toy
I'm not a toy
I'm a flesh and blood
woman looking
for a giving man

for a man
for a man
who'll show me
all of his manly brand

I'll be his
I'll be his
when he endows me
with his manly ****

I'm not a toy
I'm not a toy
I'm a woman
who's is looking
for a scintillating man
one who'll give of his elan

that's all a woman
can ask for
after the recent vote
for Scotland's independence
going the way
of the no advocates
David Cameron rang Buck Palace
to inform the Queen
she'd be right to keep entering the thistle and heather gates
as the Scottish people were quite happy
to see her camped at the Balmoral estate
in reply to Cameron the Queen
purred down the telephone line
which indicated to her Prime Minister
that the results of the referendum
suited her just fine
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