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A Strategic Lover
Love-trifles in my ear
I passed a window screen in a dream
There stood two mannequins
And I stood dormant with wonder
Those were me and my lover
In vogue suits of Versace
In cuore amore
We were still simple people in that guise
Happiest to live love’s poetical phase
The most comfortable in blue jeans
And looking our best
Our love was in exhibition
But our delight was not too bright
Then I woke into reality
I walked with my newly found morality
That love needed sometimes new strategy
So I kissed my lover on the street
Under the scrutinizing eyes of passers by
Openly teased
My lover's hands on my hips...
Ayten Suvak
Book A Seat Book A Leaf
Book a book for me
Cook a delicious plot
Grow with peanuts
Write about stardust
Make library your kitchen
Put every shelf a kitten
Purr purr your time
A good book in hand about crime
Knit your future mitten
All literature is for rhyme...
Ayten Suvak
Hell Regained
Once there was a paradise
Now it’s gone
You’ll say
Let bygones be bygones
Find another one
This time with a better gun
OK
I’ll run and have fun
But I run into a swine
Earthly paradise is polluted
With indecent pun
So my romance is done
With a nose too long and hairy
Tickling my spine
Hell of a love affair
Be washed down with wine
Paradise regained
Until I count to nine...
Ayten Suvak
A Tickling Question
How many times
Will you divide yourself
And conquer strategy
Before you forgot
Who was God the Father
And God the Dildo
You crazy Tornado?
Ayten Suvak
Wooing W’s
Why and What are put in the womb
Where wantons kept room
Warum asked a German
Wie added a burgman
Wolves ate the W kingdom
Witches started fire crying ummm
Winds separated bride and groom
Whoopee
Whoredom won the prize of heirloom
Wageslaves walked with boredom
Why are we here asked some of them
What do you say ginned up the leader of doom
Where are you leading us cried histerically
Walleyed women
Who do you think you are wench
Wrapped the chief in amusement
What we are you don’t know yet
Wreathed in smiles the whole lot of waussie
Walking talking
Wriggling diggling
Worst Ended all the whimpering
Worked out by whatever
Woman is now working a door
Willie’s working a flanker
Weary With the Wind
Written off with W’s
Why aren’t we all celebrating
Wizard the Bacchanalia
Whoever Whatever We Are
Wasted with whisky (w)ambrosia?
Ayten Suvak
Golden Love Copper Trust
I am blind when I truelly love
What is truth absolute or changeable I cry
So with every lover one aspect of truth I deny
What is left is not so hard to tell
Change the absolute and get rid of the hell
True love is changeless
My heart is loveless
I put love and trust into a shell
I burn them by alchemy
Then I get the rebel
That is I have to have two lovers
One will I trust
One will I love
Without repel
Copper as output lies
In the death knell
God is one letter short Gold spell
Which is the absolute Good
Love and trust the girl in the red hood
Truth is always changeable
Even more changeable than falsehood...
Ayten Suvak
...
You Are A Woman
Young and beautiful you’d better be
Offspring in your belly
Unruffled as possible as can be
Attractive and hard worker as a bee
Rabbit is you tortoise is the other sex
Especially be friendly
And please no rivalry
Woman is like a teabag*
Only in hot water
Man realizes how strong is
A female partner
No doubt fe+male is a wonder...
Ayten Suvak
*Nancy Reagan
