Proper Poetry

She was clearly no longer a youngster, unlovely in face and a bit overweight but a regular customer in the bar at the weekly local live band...

Faint stars enspangle grey-cloaked skies while fishing boats like fireflies sluggishly float the dark-draped sea and wink the while at you a...

dance music playing dance floor swaying faces revolving features resolving lithe legs gliding slim bodies sliding arched arms enticing cleav...

She was blonde and beautiful, slim and tanned and busty. 'She' was older, overdressed, bony faced and paunchy. She swayed and shimmi...

I think I'm better looking than him and certainly more muscular; probably more intelligent, more funny, less crepuscular. So why has she...

Just above the horizon and aiming at me on a cloudless summer night with nothing hidden, the full moon shone full beam the road ahead. Of co...

Would you like a poem? What would it say? That the waves in your hair make reason sway? And your smiling eyes drive sense away? And is that ...