Featured Poem:
Women in My Life
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Featured Poem:
Women in My Life
Walking sticks rest on their wrinkled thighs
Sleepers dusty on the end tips
A shoal over the shoulders, handbag swinging on the hips
89 summers and winters, the face still maintains the beauty
Talk is slur, with t’s and h’s like th th
Courtesy of tooth gaps
Dwellers of the eld with wisdom
Advice flying through tooth gaps
They lay in wait as days count down
As days count down
Crawling on a lion mat, face unwrinkled
Tiny feet dangling on air
Milk drips over the chest, pacifier stuck on the lips
Suckling on the plastic tits, she takes sips
0 summer and a winter, face maintains the angelic beauty
No words just yet
Upon the infant face a smile is set
She lay in wait as days count down
As days count down
Divine smiles of this jolly youth
Painted nails smile on her flip-flops
Scurf over the shoulders, handbag swinging on the hips
I can’t understand what’s on her lips
21 summers and winters, amazing beauty
As if beauty is her only duty
She struts her long feet across the room
Diamonds on her earlobes deflects advice
So the old geezer shies away
She mumbles to the privacy of her soul
Frowns drawn on her pretty face
She lay in wait as days count down
Walking sticks rest on their wrinkled thighs
Sleepers dusty on the end tips
A shoal over the shoulders, handbag swinging on the hips
89 summers and winters, the face still maintains the beauty
Talk is slur, with t’s and h’s like th th
Courtesy of tooth gaps
Dwellers of the eld with wisdom
Advice flying through tooth gaps
They lay in wait as days count down
As days count down
Crawling on a lion mat, face unwrinkled
Tiny feet dangling on air
Milk drips over the chest, pacifier stuck on the lips
Suckling on the plastic tits, she takes sips
0 summer and a winter, face maintains the angelic beauty
No words just yet
Upon the infant face a smile is set
She lay in wait as days count down
As days count down
Divine smiles of this jolly youth
Painted nails smile on her flip-flops
Scurf over the shoulders, handbag swinging on the hips
I can’t understand what’s on her lips
21 summers and winters, amazing beauty
As if beauty is her only duty
She struts her long feet across the room
Diamonds on her earlobes deflects advice
So the old geezer shies away
She mumbles to the privacy of her soul
Frowns drawn on her pretty face
She lay in wait as days count down
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