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Ormond May 8
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She speaks in tongues and earthwards—
Angels fall listening how to know divinity
From lips that open and close as do tides
Slip, blooming with the face of the moon.

She walks in airs of splendour and light—
Shoulders kin, her child riding on a beam
Vanquishing the sun with celebrated night
Set in reflection on lake waters, little moon.
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Ormond Feb 6
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In a forest clearing deep in wood,

I spied the grace of doe and fawn

And stopped my track as I should,

To set my gate about face in song.
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Ormond May 2018
(Sonnet)

She came upon a meadow, then she undressed;
And when she was naked, the meadow blushed.

Softly she tread, floating above the clover
Seas.  Suddenly lost, bold honey bees forgot
The scent of flowers blooming.  Iridescent wings,
Humming birds, monarchs, dragons, flying in
Procession and the mushrooming dew now rising
Began to swell, raining upwards into the mystic
Blue heavens and the trees beyond that clearing
Stood longingly amazed, so green their spying
Gaze, when all the myriad flowers loosely fell
And all the gathering of colours faintly dimmed.

She came upon a meadow, then she undressed;
And when she was naked, the meadow blushed.
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Cecil Miller Apr 2018
You're such a beauty with your powder blue eyes,
Like specs of loveliness.
Why can't he see it?
Why don't he know it?

They all talk about your flaxen hair;
Your legs that stretch from here to there,
But he outruns you
Without nary a strain.

You've got a long way to catch up to him
Cause you know that he's out of your league.
But you don't care how far you'll go,
Someday you'll have him on his knees.
Begging for mercy, please.

You got no reason for to doubt yourself
And what you bring to the game of love.
But he wont play it,
Won't even say it.

They all know you got the strategy.
It's so frustrating that he leaves you be.
Won't look your way,
Though he's not gay.

You've got a long way to catch up to him
Cause you know that he's out of your league.
But you don't care how far you'll go,
Someday you'll have him on his knees.
Begging for mercy, please.

You've run the cycle,
You've toured the maze.
You've carved a path.
You got it figured out.
Just at the time
You reach for prize
He does a zig-zag-ziggy-zag
Swill-still swanson sidelong swag.

You're such a stinger with your tight, ruby lips.
And he should be your own.
Why don't he see it?
Why don't he know it?

All can see the assets you could bring to romance.
But he seems numb to your signs.
What's wrong with him?
Not that he's dim.
But he keeps getting away

You've got a long way to catch up to him
Cause you know that he's out of your league.
But you don't care how far you'll go,
Someday you'll have him on his knees.
Begging for mercy, please.

Someday you'll have your way.
So you'll keep chipping away.
And someday your baby
Will come around to your way.
I was practicing my guitar, then heared about three seconds of a catchy commercial jingle that was kind of upbeat and decided to write something kind of whimsical.

This is in the tradition of 1960's pop rock songs like The Beetles might have inspired. The homage was unintentional.

I wrote it in about 20 minutes on april 22nd in the early morning when all was quiet.
Menna grace Jan 2018
Your blue eyes and your rosy cheeks
and that white skin and long honey hair
I kissed this heavenly beauty
and then I looked away
I knew I knew
There was more than just a face
there were a beating heart and speaking mind
your rosy goldfish beauty is not everything
there's more

I see the galaxies in your eyes
and your short black diamond hair
your yellowish skin
mixed with power, weakness, and sins
O dear Jane
I kissed your silky skin
and I looked at you
and I knew I knew
there was more than what's appearing
there was a mind inside that black hair
beauty in every vain and cell

For all that matters
what's inside that fragile walking thing
is something part of the cosmos
part of the stars and suns
For all that matters
you will die and you will be
something of something bigger
and your face will be a history
that folks have to read it later

Dust to dust
You just another stardust
The beauty will keep on growing inside that mind
it's The Beauty Within
that will never die
Carlos Salinas Sep 2017
Being with you
Is being alone
It's loneliness
to the second power.

When I’m with you
I'm at my loneliest
You turn my Fridays
Into rough Mondays
When I’m with you I'm at my loneliest
Ormond Jun 2017
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She speaks in tongues and earthwards—
Angels fall listening how to know divinity
From lips that open and close as do tides
Slip, blooming with the face of the moon.

She walks in airs of splendour and light—
Shoulders kin, her child riding on a beam
Vanquishing the sun with celebrated night
Set in reflection on lake waters, little moon.
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insomniatrical May 2017
If they cannot see
The beauty that I see,
The strength,
The resiliency,
The loveliness,
And how amazing you are,
Then they are blind.
Seanathon Mar 2017
She is everything I wish to be mine
I can attest to the aptitude of her body
Like the wave of her hair as she passes by
But I've yet to confirm the hope within
That being her true lovelliness of mind
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