The tattoos all over the body of that young lady ~
what will they look like when she's seventy or eighty?
I'm afraid the ass of that sweet young lass
smelling flowers above her reclining lover in the grass
will slowly start squatting down on his bearded face, alas.
Eight beautiful lines .
Sponsored by Constance La France
Posted 28 th March 2025
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Of all the portraits on the wall
I gaze in awe , I stand and stare
Her gentle smile has me in thrall
A maiden, pretty, young and fair
Her features tinged with rosy blush
Compelling eyes and curling hair
A masterpiece from sable brush
Her beauty rich, beyond compare
There's a young lady named paige.
Who kept her bird in a cage.
That bird was missing.
The cat sat grinning.
She said "Dad, I need your gauge."
Many are her faces
Wry, sly, a twinkle in her eye
Gregarious, oft-times hilarious
Not easily intimidated, yet shy...
Serious, without dreariness
Considerate, deliberate, AI-literate
Caring, sharing, even a tad daring
Her pronouns ~ Me, myself, and I
She answered without hesitation...
Her pride is beneath her feet....
She humble herself and conquered her fears...
Her scar makes her strong..
The wicked soul of a man is her ringtone...
A long night forgotten..
The unfulfilled promises with unbearable pains..
Betrayal makes her hate the other gender..
Her heart is shattered she is now tattered without a wrapper her naked body in anguished...
Her breast dangled her weist wiggle..
She loosen herself for her lover and now she is battered her heart is scattered with bittered remembered.. She curses the moment which she moan in pleasure and closed her eyes in honour..
She lament!!
Her pieces is beyond repair..
Years gone by, she searches for a repairer but found many damagers pushing so hard to taste the tasteless forbidding..
A Daughter of Iran.
Her talent is a God's gift
She paints with her toes
Her paintings are peaceful
Fateme Hamami has no foes
Some of the world rulers
Peace cannot paint
They prefer war portraits
Which make people faint.
If politicians could paint
Using only their brain
The world wouldn't have
Death, hunger and pain.
Raul Máximo da Silva
Portugal
I want to talk to him
Who comes in my dream
and looks so handsome,
Yet I don't know his name
and where is his clime
But I have a crush on him!
May I talk to him?
Mom, may I talk to him!
He comes in my dream
I need him to talk,
'Cause I have a crush on him!
My eyesight is getting dim
everything except him,
'Cause he looks so awesome.
I can't sleep at night
It just I feel his light
and I melt into him!
I feel fly in the sky
like a bird so high
I feel this for the first time.
Sometimes I smile alone
and hide myself from everyone
Maybe I'm falling in love with him!
(It's thoughts of a young lady)
A selfish young lady from Leeds
Made fun of all who did good deeds
and then she got sick
pain two miles thick
where a do-gooder met all her needs
My lil lady is sorrowful thinking of what she's done
She calls me whimpering wanting to come home
The psychiatric hospital full of its treatments
Still can never understand the deep darkness
I too been there and sometimes find my way back
To a hate of oneself and why feeling good I lack
I wanna hold her and comfort her to be alright
But im only a mother not a doctor in this fight
I try and give her the mental tools I've used
To help her through this hellish self abuse
I explain its roots with addiction from pain
She says she's numb needs comfort again
But her security blanket is dangerous overall
I will forever dread getting one last call
Of those lights she was seeing being a last time
I ever get to hold her and remind her of life
I hate passing on this mental reaction
Mixed up chemicals our brains are lacking
If one thing i can do in life is hold her hand
With my guidance through this terrible storm
I gladly will do my best to be side by side her
In this maze we will help each other find there
A door once popped open leading me out
Im going back in to save my child from doubt
KNOW THIS YOUNG LADY-THIS IS ME
A night to remember and the possibility of you being the
newest friend to enter my time and space,
And to me meeting you was love at first sight.
Small minded men’s first thought would be of the physical
manisfestation before even the first embrace
But I wish to expand our minds, search for and find a new
universe to explore together as a kite
Fly’s off into the wind.
I want to be different with you, treat you as a mighty Queen
and use the head that runs my body, soul and mind.
I want to know what you think, massage your inner peace and
discover a new world inside of each other.
To other’s you could be pretty as a picture or you could not, my
goal is to bypass physical attraction and see if we will find
A mental connection that will propel our souls to another universe
ignoring those who through sheer ignorance never bother
To look inside of your mind and soul.
Reid J. Lewis
Things don't always seem right, like the pain in your heart
As it has always been just a fight right from the very start
Seeming so fake with none of my own feelings seeming real
My whole life being a mistake making it now so hard to deal
Well maybe that's not exactly it but maybe not really that far
Some points you can see but we know that's not who you are
I'd just add a little advice of someone who will help you along
For U He paid a very high price this the love for which you long
It's not what your mind wants to hear but what your heart needs
And though now it's not clear as were plants that were once seeds
As Jesus is the One who is calling and there's no need to walk alone
There's no reason to keep on falling when His Light has been shone
I know you already heard enough and this doesn't apply to you
But none of us are that tough and all of us would say that's true
Answer His knock at the door and feel all of His joy from within
Of all the goodness He has in store I can just see your smiley grin
Isaiah 54:13
And all thy children shall be taught of the LORD;
and great shall be the peace of thy children
A voluptuous young lady from Peel
Her huge breasts she would try to conceal
So she wore baggy tops
When she went to the shops
But folks stared and asked are they real?
As a youth of
fourteen, I saw you
first,
With silky hair
waving, waving
along the cheecks,
You nodded, talked,
moving hands, trod,
I could not hear, but
lovely lips played.
Fancy I more, and
more lose sense,
What charm, what
beauty,
what power you
possess!
This sight I sought
whenever I drearmed,
Nothing I want, if i
see you once again.
Alas! What I call the
destiney, that takes
you far away?
The void feels ghastly,
and mush is in tumult;
Wherupon I seek u?
Whereupon I perch?
Loneliness my
destiney, I am robbed
of the rest,
How long I live alone?
How long tolerate?
Let me go
unconscious, let me
annihilate .
Hashim.
Young lady, young lady,
curvaceous, outgoing, sassy lady,
with her bright red flamenco dress,
full of life,
full of character,
wearing my "manton" to ward off the chill of the night,
has decided to wear goyesca style tonight,
ready for a grand finale bull fight.
Spain is sporty,
women's sports are rife,
football, handball, basketball, and hockey,
they can beat the spanish men with all there might,
hell they give them a fright,
knock them off their pedal stall,
never a brawl,
in this fun, energy fuelled sport.
I should be holding my head up high
because I'm a young, black lady
who graduated high school
and is now going to
college. I make good
grades and have a
job that God's
blessed me
with.
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