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Dear Mother of Mine

Posted by tpegonline on January 29, 2012

“Dear Mother of Mine”
By Tyrone Turner
Copyright 2012
All rights reserved.

This poem is a series of 10 haiku poems that are strung together in a series to tell a story. I call this style that I created a haiku chain poem. According to Dictionary.com, a haiku is a major form of Japanese verse, written in 17 syllables divided into 3 lines of 5, 7, and 5 syllables, and employing highly evocative allusions and comparisons, often on the subject of nature or one of the seasons; or a poem written in this form.

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My lovely mother.
I love you so very much.
You gave birth to me.

You wiped my crying
eyes and rocked me to sleep when
I didn’t feel well.

You taught me to know
the difference between right
and wrong, good and bad.

Sometimes though you had
to pop me in the mouth when
I was being fresh.

Never excessive.
Your punishments were always
fair and truly just.

You taught me to read.
You taught me to spell and write.
I excelled in school.

I was a happy
child. I don’t recall a day
when I was hungry.

My clothes were fresh and
clean. Wearing the latest and
coolest of designs.

Most importantly,
I always felt your love and
received your wisdom.

My birthday is not
about me. It’s about you.
Dear mother of mine.

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Feast for the Senses

Posted by tpegonline on January 29, 2012

“Feast for the Senses”
By Tyrone Turner
Copyright 2012
All rights reserved.

This poem is a series of 12 haiku poems that are strung together in a series to tell a story. I call this style that I created a haiku chain poem. According to Dictionary.com, a haiku is a major form of Japanese verse, written in 17 syllables divided into 3 lines of 5, 7, and 5 syllables, and employing highly evocative allusions and comparisons, often on the subject of nature or one of the seasons; or a poem written in this form.

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There are five senses.
Sight, touch, smell, taste and hearing,
but I’ll add two more.

Foresight and insight.
These two intangibles give
you an edge – hands down.

You understand me.
Inside and outside. No one
else knows me like that.

You are a great judge
of character. You have my
back. You guard my flanks.

A master chessman.
That is what you are as you
always think ahead.

All of this on top
of all of your physical
gifts. You are so fine.

Your beautiful skin.
Kissed by the sun and smooth as
silk. Shiny and taut.

Your delightful scent.
Like ripe, sweet blooming flowers.
A treat for my nose.

Your melodic voice.
Baby, when you say my name
It’s a soothing song.

Your kisses are sweet.
You dipped your tongue in honey
then you licked my lips.

Your body is soft,
firm and gives off a heat of
comfort. I love you.

My sweet queen above
all others. My pride and joy.
Feast for the senses.

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Smooth Operator

Posted by tpegonline on January 27, 2012

I had a virtual straw poll and ladies picked Taye Diggs (pictured to the left) as a man they perceive to be a smooth operator. Brother Taye, hats off to you…

This poem is a series of 16 haiku poems that are strung together in a series to tell a story. According to Dictionary.com, a haiku is a major form of Japanese verse, written in 17 syllables divided into 3 lines of 5, 7, and 5 syllables, and employing highly evocative allusions and comparisons, often on the subject of nature or one of the seasons; or a poem written in this form.

“Smooth Operator”
By Tyrone Turner
Copyright 2012
All rights reserved.

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I’m gigolo cool.
I love myself the ladies.
More than you can know.

Treat ladies with love
Treasure them and show kindness.
They are precious gems.

“Too many lovers.
Ain’t enough men in the world
today.” Shack sang that.

Women are a gift.
Don’t treat them like common trash.
A woman birthed you.

They lay golden eggs.
Treat your goose with sheer respect.
Don’t lop her head off!

Have her sip fine wine.
Feed her the finest cuisine.
Take exotic trips.

Gold, diamonds and pearls.
Silver, platinum and jade.
Silk and fine cotton.

Pumps and high heel shoes.
Satiny hose on her legs.
Nice ankle bracelet!

Candy for the eyes.
A warm blanket for the heart.
A soul’s nourishment.

You told me thank you!
You’re very welcome, sweetheart.
I so adore you!

Men, you’re the captain
of your ship, so navigate
carefully. Be smart.

Give women what they
want – not necessarily
gifts. Attention. Love.

No bumpy roads. None.
No turbulence. No choppy
waves. Smooth, smooth sailing.

Clear blue skies ahead.
Calm, clear, crystal blue waters.
Wide, smooth, scenic roads.

It is not about
trying to be slick. Just be
honest, fair and real.

Treat her right, good man.
Be her protector and friend.
Smooth operator.

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Law of Attraction

Posted by tpegonline on January 25, 2012

The piece to the left is called Right Now, by Merrill Robinson.

It seemed appropriate for this poem.

“The Law of Attraction”
By Tyrone Turner
Copyright 2012
All rights reserved.

This poem is a series of 18 haiku poems that are strung together in a series to tell a story. According to Dictionary.com, a haiku is a major form of Japanese verse, written in 17 syllables divided into 3 lines of 5, 7, and 5 syllables, and employing highly evocative allusions and comparisons, often on the subject of nature or one of the seasons; or a poem written in this form.

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That beautiful smile
and your alluring aura
make me go crazy.

Our heated debates.
Yeah, we share jokes together.
You’re great company.

Your taste in fine arts.
The exotic dishes you
prepare. Just scrumptious!

When I play my sax
you sway to the melodic
tunes. We’re quite an act.

I recite my poems
to you. You answer back in
call and response style.

We have so much in
common. Two peas in a pod.
You belong to me.

My heart belongs to
you. You’re a kind caretaker.
I love and trust you.

The sweet scent of your
perfume is a delicious
treat that I enjoy.

Your soft, velvety
skin shimmers with the after-
glow of love-making.

The moans and the sobs.
You seem to be enjoying
yourself to the max.

Vanilla ice cream
and that chocolate syrup
was a tasty treat.

Singing Marvin and
Tammy. “Ain’t nothing like the
real thing, baby.” True.

There is no title
for our song because what we
have is quite unique.

Loving you between
the sheets like Ronald Isley.
Footsteps in the dark.

Your steamy kisses.
Your slow, rhythmic gyrations.
Your firm embrace. Yes!

Universal laws.
What goes up always comes down.
Law of gravity.

Opposites attract,
but common ground is better
because it endures.

Everything is right.
Smooth like butter. No problems.
Law of attraction.

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Call Me Mr. Goodbar

Posted by tpegonline on January 20, 2012

Do you like candy? Well, check this out. The names of various candy bars appear in bold italics


Call Me Mr. Goodbar
By Tyrone Turner
Copyright 2012
All rights reserved

*** MATURE CONTENT ***
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CLICK HERE to hear a recitation of this poem.

Girl, I would be a happy Jolly Rancher if I could get with you.

But you’re stuck with that, Watchamacallit, whatever his name is. He is nothing but a Zero and a Lemon Head.

Quitting is not part of my game so I’ll keep working toward my Pay Day which is getting a taste of your York Peppermint Patty. It gives me a cool, tingling sensation.

I also love sipping the sweet juices and inhaling the aroma of your Starburst.

Sometimes you feel like a nut, sometimes you don’t. How about I show you my Almond Joy and you show me your Mounds?

My boys Mike & Ike, the three of us are like Three Musketeers. They told me that I was going plum crazy trying to get that Kit Kat. I couldn’t deny it because you’re certainly one of those Atomic Fireballs that guys dream about.

I’m a little Chunky, but you’ll like my Tootsie Roll. Sweetie, you can get it whenever you want. Now & Later.

I’m not one of those Blow Pop suckers or one of those Nerds.

I don’t want to be anyone’s Sugar Daddy, and I will not try to play you to make you my Sugar Mama. Neither of us want to have any Sugar Babies – not right now anyway.

Thank heavens you’re not one of those ladies that will try to put her Butterfinger in my wallet and try to make a Fast Break.

Some have tried that in the past and have left my stomach twisted like Twizzlers and my heart was broken up into Reese’s Pieces.

You’re not that kind of girl because you’re cool like Ice Breakers and for that you get Kudos.

I’ll feed you M&M’s because they make friends and eventually you’d be my Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup.

Did I make you chuckle? I love hearing the sound of your Snickers.

Together we’d be a great team. We’d soar beyond the confines of this Milky Way galaxy.

Come here, you sweet little Baby Ruth. Give me one of your delicious Hershey’s Kisses.

I’ll smooch all over your pretty face. Carmel complexion like the center of a Twix.

To say your name is a Symphony.

Being together will be a sugar rush like eating a pack of Skittles.

Ahhhh….It can be like taking a Fun Dip on a hot summer’s day.

The pool, lake, beach – whereever you are.

Life will be so much sweeter if you were with me.

Call me Mr. Goodbar.

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Believe What You Will

Posted by tpegonline on January 19, 2012

This poem is a series of 8 haiku poems that are strung together in a series to tell a story. According to Dictionary.com, a haiku is a major form of Japanese verse, written in 17 syllables divided into 3 lines of 5, 7, and 5 syllables, and employing highly evocative allusions and comparisons, often on the subject of nature or one of the seasons; or a poem written in this form. This poem continues to discuss Agnoticism. According to Wikipedia, in some senses, agnosticism is a stance about the difference between belief and knowledge, rather than about any specific claim or belief. In the popular sense, an agnostic is someone who neither believes nor disbelieves there is a God, whereas an atheist disbelieves in God. In the strict sense, however, agnosticism is the view that human reason is incapable of providing sufficient rational grounds to justify knowledge of whether God exists or does not. Within agnosticism there are agnostic atheists (who do not believe any deity exists, but do not deny it as a possibility) and agnostic theists (who believe a God exists but do not claim to know that).

Believing. Knowing.
People, they are not the same.
They are different, folks.

To believe a thing
does not require any
proof. Blind acceptance.

But to know something
you can sense it around you.
Touch. Sight. Taste. Smell. Hear.

When you can sense it
you know it exists for sure.
There will be no doubt.

Choosing to dismiss
real, tangible, evidence
does not change a thing.

What is real is real.
Beliefs bear burden of proof.
Knowledge is fact-based.

Facts are connected
to natural laws that guide
the vast universe.

Science and math rule.
Beliefs tend to be mere tales.
Believe what you will.

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