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Man Dec 2020
wait for the waft
of familiar scents
to speak to you
stealing you away,
nostalgia

a sight been seen
touches you felt
a noise you heard
a scent been smelt

kismet's coincidence
Swanky sauntering swagger of a sashay.  Verve’s chutzpah, moxie savvy's panache, dexterously agile acuity.  Articulate coordinated excellence and prowess’s talented exceptional.  

Intrepid intuitive intrigue, mystical magical multifariously versatile nefarious nemesis.  Malfeasance evocative tout, execrating eventuation evocative expletives, executant tour de force entelechy's apotheosis.  Ne plus ultra irrefragable opulence, erudite illuminism numinous piquant poignancy.  Dynamic livid lurid vagile puissance.  Lucid orotund sonorous fecund resilience.  

Eloquent exuberance felicitous transcendent epiphany.  Nuance tactile audacious preternatural metaphysical clairvoyant imperative.  Augur quantum ominous avant-garde profundity, virulent vivid indomitably indefatigable cogent fatidic, quintessential deft.  Celerity innovative veracious metamorphic, adroit nimble avid austere. 

Fulgurous astute atman clever crafty rapacious sagacious.  Effulgent zealous fastuous temerity machismo enunciation diction, imperative repartee.  Exserted protuberance educement proclivities succinctly ostentatious.  Ardent arduous inductive adamant incursion ostensive hornswoggling swashbuckler!
Sometimes a man's got to rant!!  Extraversion embezzlement euthanasia extortion, embark embargo extradition!  Ostensibly decadent arrogance and blatant flagrancy.  Annex annul.  Exotic trollwood harlotry and mule kit blues.  Deally romp resembla blur!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Pat Villaceran Jul 2020
She who dives
down the thorny road
in search for apothecary
to cure the woes

She who didn't
know what she would
find. Is apparently

lost

Then one day  
a Galahad would
come bump her toes

Irrevocable.

Inevitable, at least.

This blasts a loud boom of happenstance

Helpless ****** in the face of
the egoist

Both come to terms
and apparently
It has to be

It simply has to

be
Lyn-Purcell Jul 2020

Love and war's eternal kismet
are forever bound
They are hand
in hand


Still under the weather but feeling somewhat better today!
I hope to get back to some more women of myth poems soon
Hopefully after this week passes, I can resume...
My nerves are still raw on the surface.
Stay safe and well everyone
Much love
Lyn 💜
Alicia Moore Jun 2020
Let us change the course of our kismet
By dividing our steel tongues
amongst the crowd
And spitting upon the roots
with sonorous rage.
Inspired by the BLM movement.
Trish M Feb 2020
I still remember that day
We were inseparable in many ways
Yet destiny interfered

Here we are again
I am close yet you're far away
You're hairbreadth away but I'm to stay in place

Kismet kept us apart
Yet fate recaptured what we had
And I have to make out this connection we had

Now I have a choice to make
Will I stay in place or will I join yours someday?
It's an option I'm glad to take

This is a gamble I'm ready to begin
First, are we on the same page?
Like Eros and Psyche had fared?

You thought our story already ended but it only started
The feelings I have is yours to take
This emotion, I wish, will be reciprocated someday
Isaac Ward Jul 2019
I've been waiting for Death to come knocking-
On my front door, oh I've seen him stalking,
The lock is dusty, the screen door is creaking,
I think I hear him speaking,

And he says-

I've been patient; I'm Death, walking-
Down every side street, I hear people talking,
God, money, drugs while their life blood is leaking,
Nothing on Earth can stop me from seeking.

I hear Death, he's outside talking-
I walk out, the porch swing is rocking,
The chains are rusty and his voice is thinning,
I'm weak, he's at the beginning,

And we say-

I've been waiting for Death to come knocking-
On my front door, oh I've seen him stalking,
The lock is dusty, the screen door is creaking,
I think I hear him speaking.
Rama Krsna May 2019
nestled within
this ocean of tranquility
with its zen-like decor
they sit for hours
in total silence

a smiling Buddha
sole witness
to the arrow-like exchange
of amorous glances

each glance
an implicit confirmation
of intimate liaisons
from lives past and present

the odd tap
of wooden chopsticks
picking up sushi
the only music

time
dare not enter
this oasis of love....
as eyes keep
rapidly exchanging words
while lips stay silent

© 2019
annh Apr 2019
...for only good can come from eyes
             which behold the world with kindness;
                          and, so too, will grace follow where gratitude leads...

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