If two beat in my chest,
I will give even that one to her,
For her passion of breaking my heart.

My HP Poem #1560
©Atul Kaushal

Unicorn sprinkles,
Daffodils jam,
A little star's twinkle
And some dragon ham.

Some emerald clovers,
A pint of fairy dust,
A handful of stover
And some canned gust.

Teardrops of a Selkie,
Well shaken, not stirred,
The horseshoe of a kelpie,
Late Iron Age sherds.

Some fizzy witchcraft,
One bottle or two,
And maybe a draught
Of love potion too.

Someone challenged me to add my shopping list in here and to have it called a poem. I think they had no idea what they were asking of me, so... here is my shopping list. Enjoy!

What is the best idea I've ever had?
Well, I made an essay template for likely lads,
So they would always be number one,
Their scholastic life has just begun,
Then I designed an adage,
Whatever happens,  I manage,
I designed a motto,
As I don't drink, nor get blotto,
"Good day to be alive, now smile!"
I'll invent something else, in a while!
So, what is the best idea you've ever had?
Let's all share, lassies and lads!

Feedback welcome.
Cecil Miller Mar 30

Yes, I've had a kiss before,
But never a kiss like this.
Never a kiss, if you get the jist,
A kiss that gives me bliss.

Yes, I've had a kiss before,
But such a kiss I've missed
That jellies my bones and makes me this.
So, really I've not been kissed

From my chimney to my spout
All my senses steam about.
All the while love is in style,
I know nought but this beguile.
My walls tumble, boundaries crossed,
Wicked wiles, innocence lost.

Yes, I've had a kiss before,
But never a kiss to list
Till I gained from your two lips
A kiss that gives me bliss.

I don't post as often anymore because I have been busy writing a novel, (romance this time, instead of gothic horror) but I hope to be contributing my poems to the great book in the weeks to come
Poetictunes Feb 22

You spake words that had no meaning.
You gave kisses that had no feeling.
You gave love with no heart or soul.

You were sad,
Upset with your mum,
And with your dad.

I made you so glad,
Made you forget tears,
And you forgot.

What was it,
I could only wonder,
All you made was a mockery.

My HP Poem #1393
©Atul Kaushal
Mims Dec 2016

It wasn't right,

Goodnight I love you!

We had a fight,

Goodnight I love you!

We were both tired,

Goodnight I love you!

Our feelings retired,

Goodnight I love you!

Then we got mad,

Goodnight I love you!

And damn was it bad,

Goodnight I love you!

It was so bad,

Goodnight I love you!





But I didn't.

Rebecca Lynn Dec 2016

Everything that we had.
It is now gone.

Everything that we had.
It's now done.

Everything that we had.
It's like dust in the wind.

Everything that we had.
It's not coming back again.

Everything that we had.
I wished I could get back.

Everything that we had.
My parents are the reason of that.

Everything that we had.
It wasn't my choice.

Everything that we had.
I had no room to use my voice.

Everything that we had.
It's now gone.

Everything that we had.
We're now done.

The Lonely Bard Nov 2016

She had come like a cool breeze,
But left me longing with such ease.
She held a secret inside her heart,
But left me wondering about herself.

She was gorgeous per se with unfaithful eyes,
Unfaithful eyes.
She was gorgeous per se with unfaithful eyes,
Left saving her fringes from my probing eyes.
She had come like a cool breeze,
But left me longing with such ease.

At least tell me this much for my heartbeats,
Heartbeats.
At least tell me this much for my heartbeats,
Who she was that left after a demo of her love.
She had come like a cool breeze,
But left me longing with such ease.

A retro Bollywood song sung by the greatest Indian Rafi Sahab inspired this poem.

HP Poem #1243
©Atul Kaushal
Tony Luxton Sep 2016

He had his vision,
wouldn't listen.
Mother sad,
father angry.

He despised advice.
Discounted the price.
Mother sad,
father angry.

Shunned his closest friends.
Wouldn't make amends.
Mother sad,
father angry.

Finally he went,
all arguments spent.
Mother and father despondent.

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