"gretna" poems
The gift of a loving and a platonic relationship.
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The gift of a loving and platonic relationship
Having sorted the Philanderer or attractive
Elope if you will , be together in Gretna Green
****** lover ,being kept by a woman of means
Introduce a love potion or Philtre if you’ve one
Feast upon love if you have the energy for it.
The gift of a loving and platonic relationship
Oh too much ? I have heard , is so ******
Friends without any love making is platonic
And Platonic is OK but never satisfying
Love needs to be total never half-way
Oh the differences between loving n platonic?
Virtually all virgins are best to keep pure.
In that the longer you can stay that way is fine
Never try to keep pace with your peers
Goading and teasing you saying you’re queer
As first you really have to love yourself
Narcissism is acceptable at an early age.
Don’t you see ? Look in the mirror. Handsome !
Ask yourself a question.Am I not a fine beauty
Platonic is a name of a friend you couldn’t kiss
********** would be out of the question
Alive to the perils of the merging of the two
Torch songs of unrequited love over the radio
On an enamoured night of drinking red wine
Narcissism comes into play so frequently.
I saw it in my younger days. With pretty girls.
Collectively all trying to look the prettiest
Reality dawns upon the real responsibility .
Elevating your passion to the highest level
Let me take out the College girl every time
And talk about the meaning of life and poetry
To me the platonic relationships sustained one
In that *** never got in the way.
Only once the whole truth is established.
Necking and a cuddle in the back seat enough
*** later in life became a wonderful gift.
Having had so many platonic friends around
I think it gave me an insight to what life was.
Personally given my time over I would repeat...
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Written by Philip
November 15th 2018.
Nov 15, 2018
Nov 15, 2018 at 7:36 AM UTC
There was an Old Person from Gretna,
Who rushed down the crater of Etna;
When they said, 'Is it hot?'
He replied, 'No, it's not!'
That mendacious Old Person of Gretna.
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Call it stupid
But feeling not at all
Light-hearted and romantic
On St Valentine's day
I pedal off
Without thinking
And follow my front wheel
To arrive among brides and grooms
Bouquets and buttonholes
Limousines and vintage Rollers
And even a flippin’ horse-drawn carriage
As I cycle into Gretna
Marriage-Ville, UK
On St Valentine's day
Feb 13, 2011
Feb 13, 2011 at 12:51 AM UTC
I appeared in numerous musical stage shows
My life was full of movement and not a steady slow
I am actually dancing and feel my flow
I performed at the Lily Langtry Dinner Theater at the RADISSON Valley Forge Entertainment Center, Mount Haven Resort, Milford, PA in the POCONOS and Gretna Theater Playhouse in Mount Gretna, PA in which I took part in 4 Acts of the “THE CHRISTMAS CAROL” and 3 ACTS of the “NUTCRACKER” and Off-Broadway in New York City Town Hall, “I NEED A MAN”, A Gospel Stage Musical Play
Show Biz in my blood
The enjoyment feeling like an overflowing flood
There was a time I was asked by one of the performers to be their baby, but not in the romantic way, the bottle and diaper bid
Much as I tried to duck and dodge, I just couldn’t be hid
It was delightful in seeing the audience laugh
My moment with the audience in see this baby dance
It was an opportunity and I took the chance
I played an Egyptian King
“It was the king having dancing girls dance for me being the thing”
I would sing to start
Then the Entire cast, “Ready set go and make their mark”
A past entertainment from been
It was a start from my when
Show business that came from then
But it all suddenly came to an end
There’s my entertainment class act
Now, what do you think of that?
Apr 12, 2016
Apr 12, 2016 at 7:05 PM UTC
L'enfant avril est le frère
De l'enfant amour ; tous deux
Travaillent en sens contraire
À notre coeur hasardeux.
L'enfant amour nous rend traîtres,
L'enfant avril nous rend fous.
Ce sont deux petits prêtres
Du supplice immense et doux.
La mousse des prés exhale
Avril, qui chante drinn drinn,
Et met une succursale
De Cythère à Gretna-Green.
Avril, dont la fraîche embûche
A nos vices pour claqueurs,
De ses petits doigts épluche
Nos scrupules dans nos coeurs.
Cependant, il est immense ;
Cet enfant est un géant ;
Il se mêle à la démence
Qu'a l'Éternel en le créant.
Lorsqu'il faut que tout rayonne,
Et que tout paie un tribut,
Avril se proportionne
À l'énormité du but.
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