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A spinster from Flint once opined
In her day the suitors were kind.  
Though sister was gone,
They didn’t stay long.  
An overfull parlor can grind.
arCamm Apr 2022
filtered water neglects
the body of necessary
minerals…

If I am to know
the true nourishment
you bring to the table,

you must show
yourself to me…

unfiltered.
Don’t come to masked up. I want to know YOU.
LeBobbe May 2021
"If music be the food of love play on"
The essence of a failed courtship linger
Where the music of the background is louder
No hope, no rest, no chance to because its gone.

A chance to open a door.
A chance to close the other door.
Look back and see,
Why does the music feels so glee.

Because at the last moment of acceptance
is the lost you gain from courting.
Back up now and think.
The music is enticing.

Because music is not the food of love,
but an accent of your actions.
Thy actions are drowned by notes
of the disinterested maiden.

So feel the glee,
and be ready to flee.
******* be crazy,
to crash a large party.

In the end, it will pass
you'll soon find new to court,
where the music doesn't drown your actions,
but makes melody with you and your future wife.
Music be the food of love monologue from a Shakespearean play
Carlo C Gomez Aug 2020
Incorporeal wooing
-- benighted brown study,
slow to bleed,
turning on its axis,
wintergreen leaf
in free fall,
when all alone
the butterfly escapes the killing jar,
to parlously play along
this dulcet bine,
strumming crura,
like Orlando to faire Rosalind
in the Valley of Hinnom,
"a hunger uncurbed by nature's calling,"
which prayerfully ascends,
asking for cotyledon to appear
by break of day/dream.
CC May 2020
MAN
Staying indoors
Me wanting you on all fours on your floor
Miss the intensity that comes with waiting
Your heat is emanating from a safe distance
This is what it's like waiting to be set free
Craving what is unavailable

WOMAN
I like the wholesomeness of you
It make me think maybe there's some hope in the world
I haven't tried on your gentleness yet
Something about you
Says some humans are alright
Craving what might be available
Mark Toney Jan 2020
Had to pick up the pieces
To mend a broken heart
So I put myself out there
Made a brand new start
Downloaded the app
Filled out my bio
Then selected "submit"
Said "here we go..."

(Chorus)
It was me it was  you
It was all of the above
The future was ours
From the start my love
Every time I look at you
It makes my heart sing
Makes me do funny things
Just like a ding-a-ling

When I saw your picture
And read your profile
I swiped to the right
Beguiled by your smile
Wasn't long till you replied
My heart skipped a beat
Couldn't wait for the time
When we'd first meet

Well the rest is history
It was love at first sight
We have been together
Since that very first night
Many years have passed
Our love still goin' strong
Because of you baby
I'm writin' this song

(Chorus)
It was me it was you
It was all of the above
The future was ours
From the start my love
Every time I look at you
It makes my heart sing
Makes me do funny things
Just like a ding-a-ling

(Repeat chorus and fade)


© 2020 Mark Toney.  All rights reserved.
1/5/2020 - Poetry form: Lyric - This is my first county song. Yee-haw! - © 2020 Mark Toney. All rights reserved.
Carlo C Gomez Dec 2019
Glass divides
where the heart does not,
come inside,
sit beside me
in annex to this fledgling love,
spurn the sun,
in lieu of its warmth,
for the charm of
an intimate hideaway,
sweet somethings
I shall whisper into your ear,
until inner vibrations
have reached your core,
the view from here
speaks of gardens,
fountains, and holy ground,
I give them all to you
as trousseau,
so long as you agree
to dwell with me,
within a niche
of the imperishable lustre,
togetherness.
Zywa Oct 2019
She judges the men,

unbuttoning, buttoning –


and she keeps looking.
Collection "Eyes lips chest and belly"
Marla May 2019
We met at a park by your place,
A hill overlooking a lakeshore vista.
The sunset hung over the horizon
As did our words, awaiting conversation.
The nerves got to me and so I flung my phone,
Your laughter a cacophony which my heart still adores.
We had pizza on a bench that night,
Or at least we tried;
Nights at the park have more bugs than we'd like.
But after all the talking and laughing and grinning,
It's our departing hug that sent me spinning.
I'd give everything to have that time again with you.
But alas, I needn't give anything,
For our nights are still this rich and full of youth.
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