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Dennis Lambert Poems
A Romantic's Lament
As a ROMANTIC, ladies, I used to feel just swell, But now, to tell the truth, I simply feel like hell. Every line tried and true, she already seems to know, And now I know, t’is open season on this Romeo!
Third World Girl
Little third world girl, The bones and skin of you Lie dying in the dust
Ever was there wind upon this world whispering sweet or surging savage, streaming high, or howling low, over oceans and rivers
Portrait Of Father Vichenchos
Grandpa, you are above us, Over the sofa. And when I move, Your eyes seem to follow..
You are my firefly, Amid the others. Your cool light beckons me.
Even the whisper of a wind Will woo these wind-catchers To creak and groan, round and round, Moaning above tulips, red and yellow.
Your goodbye promised the death of love.
I want to swim with you at midnight, In the dark of the salty sea, I want to love you in the moonlight It’s time you came to me.
When the lake holds the sky and trees rippling magically in autumn breeze like a pallet holding and blending
Higher we are taken, Slowly higher, In our chariot Rocking,
Smart and foxy lady, We run together today, And the thicket of love is sharp, For me and you of tender heart,
How To Love A Squirrel
Lttle squirrel, bushy tailed and bright, You're here, you're there, everywhere in sight, Frantically you go, through day and night, With flashing, frenzied, frenetic flight.
I Want To Be In Love Again
“I want to be in love again, ” she whispered to the sachet fragrance of her dresser drawer. “I want to be in love again, ”
There Was A Stud (Adult Limerick)
There was a stud on the net called “Big Banyon, ” He had a tool the size of a cannon, And every lady ran From this humongous man
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(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
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A Romantic's Lament
As a ROMANTIC, ladies, I used to feel just swell,
But now, to tell the truth, I simply feel like hell.
Every line tried and true, she already seems to know,
And now I know, t’is open season on this Romeo!
When I say, “My lady, let me sweep you off your feet, ”
She coldly offers broom and pan and says, “JUST sweep! ”
When I say I’ll be your knight in shining armor,
She sneers, “Polish first these pots and pans, you silly charmer! ”
In the moonlight I appear beneath her balcony,
And I have with me my sweetly flowing poetry.
“For you, a rose, my ...