Poetry gurus -- counterpart to "She walks in beauty?"

[djmcmath]

Years ago, I memorized "She walks in beauty like the night" as a wonderful piece to use when I need to impress a dark-haired girl. Now I'm looking for the light-haired counterpart poem. "She walks in beauty like the noon-time sun of humid climes and tropic beaches" just lacks the pizazz, somehow. I'd settle for a good "general purpose" romantic poem, but nothing I've found really has the power of "She walks in beauty."

Any thoughts?

[BlueSkyJaunte]

Originally posted by djmcmath
Any thoughts?

You're gay?

[lendaddy]

There once was a girl from Nantucket.....


Works every time

[Joeaksa]

Originally posted by lendaddy
There once was a girl from Nantucket.....


Works every time

You sweet talker... knew you would come up with something!

[masraum]

Originally posted by BlueSkyJaunte
You're gay?

LOL

[speeder]

A Poet that I know here in Los Angeles wrote a great one years back called "Beautiful Women and Other Terrible Things"....

I'll see if I can dig it up.

[BlueSkyJaunte]

Well east coast girls are hip
I really dig those styles they wear
And the southern girls with the way they talk
They knock me out when I’m down there

The mid-west farmer’s daughters really make you feel alright
And the northern girls with the way they kiss
They keep their boyfriends warm at night

I wish they all could be california
I wish they all could be california
I wish they all could be california girls

The west coast has the sunshine
And the girls all get so tanned
I dig a french bikini on hawaii island
Dolls by a palm tree in the sand

I been all around this great big world
And I seen all kinds of girls
Yeah, but I couldn’t wait to get back in the states
Back to the cutest girls in the world

I wish they all could be california
I wish they all could be california
I wish they all could be california girls

I wish they all could be california
(girls, girls, girls yeah I dig the)
I wish they all could be california
(girls, girls, girls yeah I dig the)
I wish they all could be california
(girls, girls, girls yeah I dig the)
I wish they all could be california
(girls, girls, girls yeah I dig the)

[djmcmath]

Originally posted by BlueSkyJaunte
You're gay?

Not that there's anything wrong with that. Especially if chicks dig it.


Limericks? Come now...
The limerick is furtive and mean,
You must keep her in close quarantine,
Or she sneaks to the slums
And quickly becomes
Disorderly, drunk, and obscene.

The limerick's callous and crude,
Its morals distressingly lewd;
It's not worth the reading
By persons of breeding -
It's designed for us vulgar and rude.


Now seriously -- someone must have a decent (or indecent) recommendation?

[Seahawk]

Since you are a young naval officer trying to get lay(ered). I'd thought I try.

Zippy. The best is awful:

http://www.chicagopostmodernpoetry.com/cecilemainardi.htm


What color are her eyes?

[bigchillcar]

all at once here's a girl with blonde hair,
in her presence, all i do is stare,
i take lucky matter in hand,
and soon on her back she will land,
in stroke she'll see how deeply i care..

i recommend crooning it to her over a bottle of fine 'cribari' sparkling champagne..
ryan

[svandamme]

i just tell blonde jokes to em...

blondes never get them , and think busy giving them compliments and sjit...

brunettes do get em, and laugh ... and getting them to laugh is half the story isn't it...

poetry smoetry...

[djmcmath]

"What color are her eyes?" I always hate that question. It seems that whenever I'm close enough to really examine someone's eyes, the last thing on my mind is to note the color of her eyes.

Seahawk, you're right. The best of that collection is reminiscent of Vogon poetry -- "Ode to a Piece of Fungus I Found on my Toe" an' all that rot. Blech, but good effort.

bigchillcar -- good call, I'll recite that winner for her. :rollseyes:

I may just be SOL on poetry; she's already hooked, so it's probably moot, but it seemed like it would be a nice gesture. And it's a question I've been thinking for a few years, anyway.

[speeder]

Why does the poem have to be specific to her appearance? Most chicks would be so impressed w/ a guy who can pull off poetry that it should be all over but the crying. (So to speak).

[djmcmath]

Good question, Denis. Can you point to any reasonably romantic poetry that's non-appearance specific? I'd hate to use "she walks with beauty" on a light-haired girl -- I mean, here's me, waxing rapturously poetic about a dark-haired girl, while sitting face to face with a blonde. I'm willing to experiment, but I can't imagine it'd work that well.

[gassy]

Your hair is light,
Your skin so fair,
My question now,
Are you blonde down there.

[Rodeo]

I always liked "To You," from Uncle Walt. It has the bonus feature that he was surely writing it for a young man, but I can tell you that the ladies love it. I don't like the last stanza, and leave it out. YMMV

To You
Poem lyrics of To You by Walt Whitman.

Whoever you are, I fear you are walking the walks of dreams,
I fear these supposed realities are to melt from under your feet and
hands;
Even now, your features, joys, speech, house, trade, manners,
troubles, follies, costume, crimes, dissipate away from you,
Your true Soul and Body appear before me,
They stand forth out of affairs--out of commerce, shops, law,
science, work, forms, clothes, the house, medicine, print,
buying, selling, eating, drinking, suffering, dying.

Whoever you are, now I place my hand upon you, that you be my poem;
I whisper with my lips close to your ear,
I have loved many women and men, but I love none better than you.

O I have been dilatory and dumb;
I should have made my way straight to you long ago;
I should have blabb'd nothing but you, I should have chanted nothing
but you.

I will leave all, and come and make the hymns of you;
None have understood you, but I understand you;
None have done justice to you--you have not done justice to yourself;
None but have found you imperfect--I only find no imperfection in
you;
None but would subordinate you--I only am he who will never consent
to subordinate you;
I only am he who places over you no master, owner, better, God,
beyond what waits intrinsically in yourself.

Painters have painted their swarming groups, and the centre figure of
all;
From the head of the centre figure spreading a nimbus of gold-color'd
light;
But I paint myriads of heads, but paint no head without its nimbus of
gold-color'd light;
From my hand, from the brain of every man and woman it streams,
effulgently flowing forever.

[M.D. Holloway]

She's got a smile that it seems to me
Reminds me of childhood memories
Where everything
Was as fresh as the bright blue sky

Now and then when I see her face
She takes me away to that special place
And if I'd stare too long
I'd probably break down and cry

Sweet child o' mine ...Sweet love of mine

She's got eyes of the bluest skies
As if they thought of rain
I hate to look into those eyes
And see an ounce of pain

Her hair reminds me of a warm safe place
Where as a child I'd hide
And pray for the thunder
And the rain
To quietly pass me by

Sweet child o' mine ...Sweet love of mine

Where do we go
Where do we go now
Where do we go
Sweet child o' mine

(what red blooded girl can resist Guns n Roses?)

[djmcmath]

In case anybody cares, a little follow-up. I found one. Robert Burns, "Red, Red Rose." Intended to be delivered with a half-smile, in a thick Scottish accent and a Scottish flat-cap. Operational testing was performed in the field last night, with satisfactory results.


Oh, me luve's like a red, red rose,
That's newly sprung in June.
Oh, me luve's like a melody
That's sweetly played in tune.

As fair art thou, me bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I.
And I weel luve thee steel, my dear,
Till all the seas gang dry.

Till all the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi' the sun.
And I weel luve thee steel, my dear,
While the sands o' life do run.

So fare thee weel, me only luve,
And fare thee weel a while,
For I will come again, me luve,
Though i'twer ten thousand mile.

[kach22i]

http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/davidbowie/sorrow.html

DAVID BOWIE LYRICS

"Sorrow"

With your long blonde hair
and your eyes of blue
The only thing I ever got from you
was sorrow
Sorrow
You acted funny trying
to spend my money

You're out there playing your high class games of sorrow
Sorrow

You never do what you know you oughta
Something tells me
you're a Devil's daughter
Sorrow, sorrow
Ahhhh, ah, ahhhh

I tried to find her
'Cause I can't resist her
(I tried to find her)
I never knew just how much I missed her
Sorrow
Sorrow

With your long blonde hair and your eyes of blue
The only thing I ever got from you was sorrow
Sorrow
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh

With your long blonde hair
I couldn't sleep last night
With your long blonde hair

[djmcmath]

David Bowie -- excellent. But maybe not the message I'm trying to send to a girl.