Texas Flirt In A Skirt

My best friend Dallas is having a birthday next month and I want to get her a book of poetry. There may be lots of you who know her poetry, and I wonder if you can suggest something she might enjoy that is in the same vein as she likes to write about usually? It can be modern or classic, even one she has never thought of, but I want it to be special. Thank you so much if you will answer.

Encouraging other senses

I lost this venue as a haunt

now revisiting with dubious defenses.

Fine hairs at attention

are details you’ve never seen

outside of the lack of light

you live in.

Self-conscious silhouette

blushing silent on cool sheets,

shielding from you

my imperfections, my incomplete.

Your touch, a shudder

hiding whatever possible

I know you will learn by feel

secrets I cannot burn

but you smile, measuring

putting combined senses to a test

as I pray under your

seeing eyes and blind hands.

Braille works.

I'm a Sophomore in college, I date but I'm a virgin at 19, but Friday I was walking off campus, had to pass a group of male students and I heard, "I'd hit that." and then heard some say, "Oh yeah." I had no idea what they meant, and don't know if that's a term/phrase that is even new?

Your thoughts?

To Jon Bon Jovi

I whispered to blank walls today,

There was no reply, allowing teen dreams to play.

The air conditioner hummed, as I heard you sing

Dreaming your words, your response, such the immature thing

Laid on my bed knowing you would call,

The phone did not ring, as my heart did fall

Kept you tightly in my mind, touched your beautiful face,

My hands came away empty, my foolish disgrace.

Silly thoughts of your lips kissing mine,

It was only a dream I tried to find.

Through my day in a daze, wanting the touch of your lips,

You were absent in a most gentle kiss.

Hugged my pillow to my breast, imagined you were holding me,

Could only feel my arms, you apart in your free.

Crying your name, hoping you would hear my desire,

Your did not listen, yet still fueled a fire.

I Sent my love out to you on a wind blown voice,

It returned, an echo, a sigh, though I had no other choice.

Then spent the day in wasted grief,

Our love absent, in childish beliefs.

Thank you

Inhale, Exhale

Is life quite like a high school band,

maturing into a symphony?

Is it as much a gentle melody as it is

The crashing of Cymbals

and the percussive generations of a Tympani?

Do you feel the pulse of it throbbing,

or is it more a soothing flow?

Does it keep you singing along

or always changing the channels?

Is it a constant in your presence

and remain until the dirge is played?

I find it to be the core of me.

I wonder how many new hopefuls are here today?

Thank you.

Boots

Worn, wrinkled and cracked at the back;

Scuffed and scarred, showing their years,

Often I'd find them by the sense of touch;

Slip them on and ride hard through the night.

Sweating, breathless, my Horse and I would return,

Dang, I see the kitchen light burn.

'Marty, child where have you been?'

I knew already my excuse would be thin.

I tried to hide, I'd forgotten to take them off.

I got pouty saying, "OK I'll just go sleep in the hay loft."

You know I don't allow them indoors.

Oops wrong thing for me to say, so I left em on the porch floor.

Geezo parents can be so strict.

Wanted to add a part, "They grew up with me."

I'm not really the poet many of you are. Forgive me OK?

Thank you.

Country Kid

Back woods Bible thumpers

Hills and hollows jumpers

Pine and Cypress stumps

wildly growing Palmetto clumps

Are a way of life, no need to compete;

For what? Just to find defeat?

Yes we most enjoy our times at play

but work to sweat hard each new day.

Simple need not mean in our brain

and life may be no larger than a Wheat grain.

If yer diggin here to find my Gold

yer trousers might stay empty till yer way old.

An open mind, tolerance in a kind heart

That's really the best place to start

Ya might find me somewhat insensitive

but my motto always is live and let live.

I'm trying to get involved here. Is that OK?

Thank you in advance.

How can I hopefully make you see?

No wait that's wrong; Cause you to feel

How real you are to more than just me?

You come; jump into my life, like a long lost twin

We cry, we laugh, we hug,

Then you are smoke, blown by a whispering wind.

You must know you are most loved sweet girl

Have you lost self? lost faith? What will it take

To bring you back into our loving world?

Marriage is the leading cause for divorce?

Thank you.

When you play a kids game with 3 and 4 year old kids and they get it better than you do, does it make you grind your teeth?

Thank you.

Does that mean the rest of your day is gonna be "Helter Skelter", "Goodbye Yellow Brick Road", or "I've got that Free and Easy Feeling"?

Thanks Y'all

BQ: Other suggestions are welcome if you wish?

If ya mash yer thumb hitting it with a hammer and they say Awww are you OK?

Do ya say, Comere, lemme show ya?

Thanks Y'all

Do you sometimes take off shoes and socks to count on toes too if it's a really hard problem?

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Or do you just think about doing?

BQ: What's your best time of day to either think or do?

Thanks Y'all.

Is that like a paint ball club, or where we dress up like Rambo?

Thank you.

Can ya usually smell yerself before others do?

Thanks.

Do you think it's likely that you're mostly late for the future?

BQ: Was that a Pink Minus sign on the EPT?

Is sarcasm your first weapon of choice?

OR

Do you prefer to engage in beers after the parkin lot brawl?

Thanks.

Do you find it more a place to have stimulating, intelligent conversation, or gain useful knowledge, that can be helpful for all ones life?

LOLOLOLOL.

Thanks.

If a business says "We're open from first thing in the morning until it gets dark" isn't that just a little confusing?

Thank you.