Is It Poetry

Gold Star - 35,931 Points (1958 - / From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By)

Ladies A Gentleman - Poem by Is It Poetry

Because of this 'we', laughed as the grass is green it's common.
Directed, how it is, I am now here to be, as was implied by her with favor.
And be left thus far away from, but near to it by far, I then became again.
Whose white teeth flashed the sun as it was now, to show them.
I was attracted by the breath inside fresh as mint, 'made' and she it was
one breath i'm in/too deep with every glance, Love i rediscovered.
Lost and eventually found inside of caves, dark sound, so deep
smooth, rich and throaty, singing to the sky, her music all the time.
Never torn, but by fate and time and young once every other memory.
Although still loose on top, I look inside it even further, for example is a
waving such a visit, muscles clutch invisible, the sea it is in motion.
A young woman on the beach 'she' rushed at us, stopped and saying:
briefly drawing swift aside a red and white kerchief/bandanna.
Made it said is 'Kansas' hot golden sweaty mask, looking out of:
she is far away beyond it, cool some shade beneath the sand.
Bronzed that body is, I think of poetry, confusing i with her, each with.
'If your wife and Mr. Mister', Sir: (desire to take to the ocean,
not the lady and gentled is the gentleman) 'want to wash off lightly '
One day, at a time when with every grain of sand and foam,
she did - politely bow too ask '
I decided that if and now, when 'I' and if' I 'must now turn to face it
that this shocking revelation following flowers, when spoken in such oral,
'when he and is thus was struck 'could fly a kite without a tail,
Some implications of these remarks acute;
could that hearts are won and then the thought get lost, by lovely such.
She was with her other and myself;
this afternoon could still be in May, the sun up high, so hot, at noon.
Flowers will always bloom or open not.
I concentrated on both, seated hot, sandy by a well of deep emotions.
With care, deeper it is reason, my opinion trusts, too find if it reflects.
Kept so sure, in time, inside, I got to know, or wonder always why.
Wistful him for her, she/ him;
much more than each subtle wave and love, I could be his double.
Once I was of similar mind, a person may then drift so far a lark
when life as it works right away or just floats by, like sand in front of us.
Then washed into the rocks and moss, strong wind just blows away


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, February 11, 2010

Poem Edited: Tuesday, May 11, 2010


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