Gaylord Munemo

Rookie - 156 Points (20 May 1991 / Masvingo)

Perfectionism - Poem by Gaylord Munemo

I doubted her beauty for an instinct,
My eyes were so pathetic in view,
Worry not the beauty though its rare,
Walking there her waist so swift,
Sitting there, sitting behind me,
She got me starring at her through the rearview,
Her lips were enticing offering an invite,
Should I mention or should I keep calm,
Who saw what I saw,
Perfectionism, forgive my eyes
As I cloth myself with fine thoughts,
I was stripped with a rare perception
Her smile took my breath away,
Her chest made me remember the odd days,
Odd when I was a child on milky feeding,
Forgive the words of the poet,
But applaude the meaning of the poem,
Thou art greatest, Perfectionism

Comments about Perfectionism by Gaylord Munemo

  • Dave Walker (7/17/2013 4:37:00 PM)

    A great poem, good write. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, July 17, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, July 18, 2013

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