Caramel and vanilla
Drape the stale air
Like the cyan dress
Falling from her body
She soothes me with
Kind attention
Smiling words
Feminine touch
My eyes follow hips
Swaying to music
Up the concavity
To her teacup breasts
She dances barefoot
Leaning against me
Like a pale cello
Between my legs
This year marks the tenth anniversary of my first poetry collection, Wednesday Night Regular. To celebrate I’m posting my favorite poems from the book on Wednesday nights, of course.
Cello music …
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The cello is one of my favorite instruments.
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At last night’s concert, Damien Rice was accompanied by a cellist 🎶
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I bet that was a nice concert.
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Incredible Bart
https://ivors20.wordpress.com/2023/05/19/a-full-house/
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Very good
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Thanks!
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Lovely Bartholomew! 😉
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Thanks, Gypsie! Glad you liked it.
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Sensual poem! 💞
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Thanks, Michele! That was my intent.
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👍🏻
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Talk about objectifying women!!!
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My women friends all agree with you Bernie. I give B. props for writing a well crafted poem but … meh
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Looking back at least 10+ year old poems, I would craft them differently now but I’d still employ that simile.
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At least I used a simile.
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Not a wrong note here, Bartholomew.
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Ha! Good one.
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Overflowing with lovely sensuality. 🩶
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Thank you so much!
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Wednesday – Strippers
Friday – Haiku
The varied layers
Of the Poet
Bartholomew
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The poet, the muses, the readers, all human, all complex.
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So beautiful and sensual!
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Thank you, Dawn!
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