All Poems

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If Sometimes In The Haunts Of Men

© George Gordon Byron

If sometimes in the haunts of men

Thine image from my breast may fade,

Shaydayim

© Sharon Esther Lampert

(1) Caressing my tender breasts,
his left hand's on the steering wheel,
and his right hand is firmly tucked
away inside my red silk dress.

From The Heights Of Maccho Picchu

© Pablo Neruda

Rise up to be born with me, brother.
Give me your hand from the deep
Zone seeded by your sorrow.
You wont return from under the rocks.

My Man

© Sharon Esther Lampert

My Man is passionate and strong, all through
the night, I know his emotional,
spiritual, and physical being; I feel
the breadth and depth of his masculinity.

Dark Rosaleen

© James Clarence Mangan

OH! my Dark Rosaleen,

Do no sigh, do not weep!

That Kiss

© Sharon Esther Lampert

Fortune teller that I AM,
My crystal ball sees ALL.
Clairvoyant, the man's libido is flamBOYant.
I SEE: ANIMAL MAGNETISM.
Inside of THAT KISS will be bliss.

Sivan

© Sharon Esther Lampert

Dancing in his kitchen
To Cuban beats on a drum
Clothing falls to the floor, and
He sweeps me into the next door.

Woodcom Feast

© William Barnes

Come, Fanny, come! put on thy white,

'Tis Woodcom' feäst, good now! to-night.

Remo: "Drink, Drink, Drink"

© Sharon Esther Lampert

At Quattro Gatti, she is the poet-in-residence:
In Barcelona, Piccasso started here, painting
A humble sketch of a picket-white fence.

It is as though the young Year, ere he pass,
To the white riot of the cherry tree,
Would fain accustom us, or here, or there,
To his new sudden ways with bough and grass,
So starts with what is humble, plain to see,
And all familiar as a cup, a chair.