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Junior McIntyre Jul 2019
She had a wit about her
Sharp as a samurai’s blade
And a smile about her
Warm as a morning brew
She had a laugh about her
Infectious as the common cold
And a sweet shyness that
She wore deliberately bold
She had a heart as deep
As the earth’s core
And an essence
As inviting as the summer breeze
She had lips that only few could resist
She had it all
Wrapped up in a humble frame
Natalie Oct 2018
if my brilliant mind
is not enough for you,
than you are simply
not worth impressing.
boy please...
Rizna M Rameez Oct 2018
There are always those *******
Who're dumb enough
To openly belittle
Anything good
And the nature of humans
Is that they'll feel inclined to agree
However absurd it sounds

Some will reach that point
Where sparks fly to
Rise in defense

Those ******* will always be there
To see how well you deal with it
Tell them they're right in the most SASSIEST way and remember, sassy can be Dumbledore-quiet.
Rizna M Rameez Oct 2018
Those Aussies
Don’t keep a secret
Their police officers
Are called
Just some ridiculous stuff I came across. They actually do that! Like I don’t have anything against officers but that’s some wicked SASS right there.
Andreas Simic Oct 2017
Kiss My…©

Morning people,
Those people up at the crack of dawn

With more energy than a ball of fire
All done up like they haven’t even slept

It is in those moments I want to say
Kiss my sass

Looking at them through my bleary eyes
Me feeling like something off a scrapheap

Their exuberance like a cup runneth over
Excitement exuding everywhere

It is in those moments I want to say
Kiss my sass

My rear glued to the bed
Unable to muster the motivation to get up

I listen to them espouse great plans for the day
Bubbling with sheer excitement

It is in those moments I want to say
Kiss my sass

We all have our place and so do they
I have to admit with some dismay

Andreas Simic©
I am a morning person so this is how people view me.
Joe Cottonwood Jun 2017
In swimsuits which means
essentially naked
the girls gather at the bridge
gasping giggling
budding bodies bouncing
as they climb over the steel rail
stand at the outside edge
hold hands

and jump
the scary plunge
to cool water, Donner Creek where
toe-touching the sandy bottom
they burst upward through bubbles
to sunlight, to air
whipping hair
with laughter, relief,
stronger now,
sweet courage
with a touch of spice.

Frog-kicking to shore
they smile
at the baggy-legged boys
who dared them
standing hands in pockets
smaller now
feigning indifference
unworthy of their loveliness.
First published in *The Literary Nest*
It's a quiet kind of storm
Rolling with your eyes
It is kinder
to pierce my flesh with needles
Than it is to call me a freak
But either way
your words won't upset me
For it is you that is
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