Well done Eileen!!

Love Tinka

Love this piece Eileen. It flows effortlessly...Clever, Witty, Romantic. Enjoyed much.

The rhythm in this is a quick waltz with beautiful
harmony.I wish this one was written by me it is one
of your very best.Picture lovely too.
Best wishes and love
from
kay.

When reading your poems I feel like learning new ways of using, putting and playing words. GBQ

Very beautiful and i love the play on words. :)
Josie

This is just so beautiful!
Love, B&R

magical, mysterious, enchanting ... makes one envious of your muse ... definitely one of your better writes ...

Ohhh, this reminds me of one of my favourite poems..Love it..

Hang on a mo, see if I can dig it out..

Ages later.. found it..Dunno if you know it?
I LOVE THIS, JUST BRILLIANT...

Valentine
by John Fuller

The things about you I appreciate
may seem indelicate:

I’d like to find you in the shower
And chase the soap for half an hour.
I’d like to have you in my power
and see your eyes dilate.
I’d like to have your back to scour
And other parts to lubricate.
Sometimes I feel it is my fate
To chase you screaming up a tower
or make you cower
By asking you to differentiate
Nietzsche from Schopenhauer.
I’d like to successfully guess your weight
and win you at a fete.
I’d like to offer you a flower.

I like the hair upon your shoulders,
Falling like water over boulders.
I like the shoulders, too: they are essential.
Your collar-bones have great potential
(I’d like all your particulars in folders
marked Confidential).

I like your cheeks, I like your nose,
I like the way your lips disclose
The neat arrangement of your teeth
(Half above and half beneath)
in rows.

I like your eyes, I like their fringes.
The way they focus on me gives me twinges.
Your upper arms drive me berserk.
I like the way your elbows work,
on hinges.

I like your wrists, I like your glands,
I like the fingers on your hands.
I’d like to teach them how to count,
And certain things we might exchange,
Something familiar for something strange.
I’d like to give you just the right amount
and get some change.

I like it when you tilt your cheek up.
I like the way you nod and hold a teacup.
I like your legs when you unwind them.
Even in trousers I don’t mind them.
I like each softly-moulded kneecap.
I like the little crease behind them.
I’d always know, without a recap,
where to find them.

I like the sculpture of your ears.
I like the way your profile disappears
Whenever you decide to turn and face me.
I’d like to cross two hemispheres
and have you chase me.
I’d like to smuggle you across frontiers
Or sail with you at night into Tangiers.
I’d like you to embrace me.

I’d like to see you ironing your skirt
and cancelling other dates.
I’d like to button up your shirt.
I like the way your chest inflates.
I’d like to soothe you when you’re hurt
Or frightened senseless by invertebrates.

I’d like you even if you were malign
And had a yen for sudden homicide.
I’d let you put insecticide
into my wine.
I’d even like you if you were the Bride of Frankenstein
Or something ghoulish out of Mamoulian’s Jekyll and Hyde.
I’d even like you as my Julian of Norwich or Cathleen ni Houlihan
How melodramatic
If you were something muttering in attics
Like Mrs Rochester or a student of boolean mathematics.

You are the end of self-abuse.
You are the eternal feminine.
I’d like to find a good excuse
To call on you and find you in.
I’d like to put my hand beneath your chin.
And see you grin.
I’d like to taste your Charlotte Russe,
I’d like to feel my lips upon your skin,
I’d like to make you reproduce.

I’d like you in my confidence.
I’d like to be your second look.
I’d like to let you try the French Defence
and mate you with my rook.
I’d like to be your preference
and hence
I’d like to be around when you unhook.
I’d like to be your only audience,
The final name in your appointment book,
your future tense.

Eileen, how you enchant us with this sheer zephyr of poetic phrases!

Great image, too!

Love, Rhonda

okay...saved this one right off the bat, Eileen! this is absolutely fantastic! more, more...

Susan

nicely said

loved this!

This is magical, Eileen. It is an image packed walk through a garden of verse and enchantment. I could almost see the fairies catching dew drops in their cups, to sweeten their morning. Beautiful poem!
Take care,
Sherry

I'm captivated by beautiful poetry, Eileen, and this is no exception. BRAVA! Well done, saving this one. :)

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.

Like a gypsy moth
In gossamer gladness
I hover over your
Poetic madness

Wow! Truly love those lines, Tiger Lily.

Lovely piece o' writing, Eileen; always a joy to read you! Very well done; brava!

(((HUGS))), much love, and many prayers, your friend in Texas, Karen Lynn. :D

Oh, boy, now all the male (maybe some females) are gonna think you write this about them. We know differently, don't we, we know who it was written for and I thank you very much. (Reminds me of that song "I bet you thought this was about you . . ." or something like that.

Clever work...and pretty insightful too.

Enjoyed...

your playful spirit is captivating. Dawn

And were these lines written about you, I believe the title would have to be something like WORD BLESSINGS for the way angelic lyricism pours through your pen and heart to gently dazzle the world with starburst kisses of truth and beauty. For all those many blessings and the journey your soul travels to retrieve them--Thank You.
Aberjhani

Eileen

The subject of your intentions will be pleased with this amazing word play and construction..
In the beginning was the Word...:)
Love and Light
Peter

~~Eileen~~another wonderful poem...hmmm~~

~~martin~~

I believe you can make a poem out of anything and it well be terrific as this one is.

Being in love with a wordsmith does it everytime Eileen.

Love and fun,
Susan

Wow!!!!! This is just AMAZING!

Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)