Poetry spam

[doyle]

I'm in a poetry mood today.


Discretion
by Roger McGough

Discretion is the better part of Valerie
(though all of her is nice)
lips as warm as strawberries
eyes as cold as ice
the very best of everything
only will suffice
not for her potatoes
and puddings made of rice

Not for her potatoes
and puddings made of rice
she takes carbohydrates
like God takes advice
a surfeit of ambition
is her particular vice
Valerie fondles lovers
like a mousetrap fondles mice

And though in the morning
she may whisper: "it was nice"
you can tell by her demeanour
that she keeps her love on ice
but you've lost your hard-earned heart
now you'll have to pay the price
for she'll kiss you on the memory
and vanish in a trice

Valerie is corruptible
but known to be discreet
Valerie rides a silver cloud
where once she walked the street.


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[enfaith.livejournal.com]

i didn't think i'd find this one online already typed up but i did!

I'd Want Her Eyes to Fill with Wonder
Kenneth Patchen

I'd want her eyes to fill with wonder
I'd want her lips to open just a little
I'd want her breasts to lift at my touch

And O I'd tell her that I loved her
I'd say that the world began and ended where she was
O I'd swear that the Beautiful wept to see her naked loveliness

I'd want her thighs to put birds in my fingers
I'd want her belly to be as soft and warm as a sleeping kitten's
I'd want her sex to meet mine as flames kissing in a dream forest

And O I'd tell her that I loved her
I'd say that all the noblest things of earth and heaven
Were made more noble because she lived
And O I'd know that the prettiest angels knelt there
As she lay asleep in my arms