There was a man with manners
impeccable,
who wore silk shirts
in jewel-tones, open
at the throat to display
bristly chest hairs.
I am a Man, the hairs attested.
This man
overflowed
with hand gestures
huge and fluttery.
His hands were bluebirds
let loose in Eden.
Butterflies come to nap
on a leather-clad steering wheel.
I am a Man, his gear shaft proclaimed.
I asked him to say nipple
for me. Just once.
N-i-p-p-l-e.
For no more reason than to watch
the syllables bounce
between his plump Brazilian lips.
god, i love your work, been too long since I've been able to get in/on and read, but here you are and this is another, this speaks so clearly of the 'man' and I Love all the Imagery and that last ...that question of the Nipple, well...perfect, what and ending ...what a poem!!!!!
the whole of it...
thank you, you are so fine and well, simply bravo and thanks,
michele
Funny how they proclaim to be men, but when it comes to something as simple as saying nipple, they get red faced and either don't say anything, or stammer and stutter, or just get up and leave. Giggle. I really enjoyed this one. Men 0, Patricia 1 (giggle).
With love n hugs,
Barbie
"If I have to be this girl in me, Then I have the right to be."
How do you do it Pat!?! So unique so flawless in delivery! Masterful!
A joy to read the work of a gifted mind!
Eileen
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on September 16, 2005
I know . . . er . . . knew that man. Last time I saw him he was performing over at Muscle Beach. Good stuff.
Reviewed by ***** ********* (Reader)
Reviewed on September 16, 2005
Patricia, this is a terrific character/caricature-sketch:
"This man
overflowed
with hand gestures
huge and fluttery.
His hands were bluebirds
let loose in Eden.
Butterflies come to nap
on a leather-clad steering wheel."
It says volumes about the man and about the scene with compact elegance.
What if you were named as heir to a Will that you knew nothing about and members of your family were being kidnapped and tortured for information they didn't have? What if you went to the police only to find out the Russian Mafia and your own govern
Fast Track is a Mystery/Suspense novel about a young, strong-minded woman's quest to find purpose in life as she unravels the mystery of her parents' deaths 25 years earlier when she was an infant. The setting is Southern Wisconsin; the backdrop is j
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the whole of it...
thank you, you are so fine and well, simply bravo and thanks,
michele
With love n hugs,
Barbie
"If I have to be this girl in me, Then I have the right to be."
Reindeer
Love & Peace
William
I love the hairs on the chest bit.
PS: I sent you a message at AVQ email.
"His hands were bluebirds
let loose in Eden."
I enjoyed!
Ron
Love Tinka
Regis
:)Sandy
Many covers are different than what they appear to be. Being able to see what's beyond that cover is priceless.
A joy to read the work of a gifted mind!
Eileen
"This man
overflowed
with hand gestures
huge and fluttery.
His hands were bluebirds
let loose in Eden.
Butterflies come to nap
on a leather-clad steering wheel."
It says volumes about the man and about the scene with compact elegance.