Thursday, December 15, 2011

THE ROGUE






Well…he is a rogue…
Craving and succumbing
To temptation
For enchanting creations
Craving and drooling
At the delightful sights
Of exquisite beauty.
So bold,
So shameless,
Always eyeing them
And licking the lips
Without a care for
Peoples stare.
So open in his
Admiration…
Feasting with his eyes,
Oh! Yes, he is rouge nevertheless,
He is my sweet tooth…nonetheless.

           Thursday Poets Rally

25 comments:

  1. I thought you were talking about me for a second..
    Feasting here

    A

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  2. Alejandro...Oh, you are right, I was talking about you.

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  3. The poor sweet tooth...great composition

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  4. Awesome depiction of the monstrous sweet tooth! Wow!
    Great poem, Janu!

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  5. Wonderful write. You describe many men with this one!
    http://charleslmashburn.wordpress.com/2011/12/14/a-thousand-candles/

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  6. Haha...nice one, Janu! Really clever ;)

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  7. The rogue! I love it. You got me on this one as I thought you were describing someone (or many someones) that I know;) Great writing Janu!!

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  8. smiles...i guess you can not help yourself eh? got to watch those rogues though...

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  9. Leah...it is actually what I had in mind, but added the last line just in case.

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  10. Hello.
    Janu, your rogue sounds very familiar. I think he might be my naughty twin! (lol)
    Love the creativity of this one. Great image too.
    Thanks for sharing & visiting. I appreciate the comment.

    For ref:
    Firebrand Of The Heart

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  11. Nice work :) You never fail to inspire me. :) xx

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  12. Admiration ... yes I love this poem I am speechless.

    Happy Rally!

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  13. Would i be a rogue with this lead up to christmas that i keep dipping my hand into the chocolate tin

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  14. Great Poem... Gotta love the sweet tooth

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  15. Ha! That sounds like a naughty tooth! We would get along. :) Great poem.

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  16. My sweet tooth is a great rogue and has total control of my body, mind and soul. Oh how I love him, he talks to me all the time and claims to love me above all else. Yes, oh yes, my hips do say and my hands move of their own accord, and that sweet tooth chomps on every sweet treat he can find. Then comes the hate, oh how I hate that sweet tooth. Not much I can do but hate and love, a losing war.

    Such a great poem to describe my worst enemy and so glad you shared it with us on this weeks sweet Theme Thursday. Thanks for playing with us, hope you will play again.

    God bless.

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  17. Geesh! That was perfect.
    ZQ

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  18. A clever fun write, nicely done!

    http://wp.me/pPury-9Z

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  19. Oooo Janu...I think this is the second time you've pulled my leg LOL...

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