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"U L T I M A T E P O E T E S S"
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✨ a salute to all our wonderful Lady-Poets ✨
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Her ink vibrates in universal amplitude,
with such sure vibrant force pure ecstasies exude …
releasing with each graceful sweep of every stroke,
her words resound upon the page, as tho’ they'd spoke.
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Her flowing mane, as ebon as the Stygian night,
or golden as soft-textured braids, corn-silken bright.
I’ve seen her auburn waves, as hot as Hades’ fire;
or, lustrous brunette strands, that spark ardent desire.
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Oh, passion’s touch, awake unto life’s fervent dreams,
that evermore, desires and wantings merge as streams.
From every heartsong pours her sweet elixir’s voice,
eternal rapture ~ captured … aye, you'll have no choice.
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The shape she takes, it may be lithe or slightly slim …
might be, she’s strong or stout; perhaps, just prim.
She’s every woman who has bravely shared her heart,
learned how to charm us with her wonders from the start.
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Each smitten bard in every land and realm worldwide,
has surely yearned to have her writing by his side …
impressive with her graceful wisdom’s keen surprise,
indulge him with the magic in her spark’ling eyes,
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If Free Verse, Sonnet, Villanelle, or lovely Prose,
it matters not what kind of poem she bestows;
for, when she blends her heart and soul into her ink,
it's hers you'll be ~ when she signs with a knowing wink*
༺-~✶~-༻
✨ a salute to all our wonderful Lady-Poets ✨
༺-~✶~-༻
Her ink vibrates in universal amplitude,
with such sure vibrant force pure ecstasies exude …
releasing with each graceful sweep of every stroke,
her words resound upon the page, as tho’ they'd spoke.
-~✶~-
Her flowing mane, as ebon as the Stygian night,
or golden as soft-textured braids, corn-silken bright.
I’ve seen her auburn waves, as hot as Hades’ fire;
or, lustrous brunette strands, that spark ardent desire.
-~✶~-
Oh, passion’s touch, awake unto life’s fervent dreams,
that evermore, desires and wantings merge as streams.
From every heartsong pours her sweet elixir’s voice,
eternal rapture ~ captured … aye, you'll have no choice.
-~✶~-
The shape she takes, it may be lithe or slightly slim …
might be, she’s strong or stout; perhaps, just prim.
She’s every woman who has bravely shared her heart,
learned how to charm us with her wonders from the start.
-~✶~-
Each smitten bard in every land and realm worldwide,
has surely yearned to have her writing by his side …
impressive with her graceful wisdom’s keen surprise,
indulge him with the magic in her spark’ling eyes,
-~✶~-
If Free Verse, Sonnet, Villanelle, or lovely Prose,
it matters not what kind of poem she bestows;
for, when she blends her heart and soul into her ink,
it's hers you'll be ~ when she signs with a knowing wink*
༺-~✶~-༻
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