Best Casanova Poems

Nothing is given which is not taken.

Little or nothing is taken which is not freely desired,
freely, truly and fully.
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Tom said, ” My! Dearest Friend Hick,
Why do you appear so weak and sick?
Do you have any major stress? ,
You seem to be in a great distress.'
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~ Ma Mama Ma Mama Ma Maaaa! ~
Ms. Nivedita
UK
23 November 2010
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Who are you oh painter?
How are you smiling?
Under the beneath of cracked cloud,
From whom you have got power?
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Didn't you like the way the ants help
the peony globes open by eating the glue off?
Weren't you cheered to see the ironworkers
sitting on an I-beam dangling from a cable,
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Nautical boundaries of your mind
Elapsed beneath the time frame
Of your wondrous consigns
Noteworthy for applauded brain game
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Walking down the solitary lane
He kept on searching for the beautiful dame
For many years, as harsh time went,
Loneliness destroyed that sensuous scent
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A ride in his car
all girls wished
To fly up in the sky
he never missed
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In my most recent path
upon stumbled beauty and opportunity
my eyes met her with a friendly greeting
it was like when an eagle spots its prey
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Where did my soul wander in the fields of time?
As I pondered,
At the slip, sliding of time,
Memories like an old movie reel,
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Numero Un:

To have and to hold,
A Midas,
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I walk lamely
I stutter when I speak
I forget things easily
names, dates, places.
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I swing my heart on Vivaldi's ‘Spring':
Blissfully I dance amongst the flowers!
Echoes in the ether—violin on strings,
And I promenade at rosy twilight-hours.
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Said Hongray de la Glaciere unto his proud Papa:
"I want to take a wife mon Père," The Marquis laughed: "Ha! Ha!
And whose, my son?" he slyly said; but Hongray with a frown
Cried, "Fi! Papa, I mean - to wed, I want to settle down."
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Here you go playin' with my heart again-
Practicin' your second hand devotion-
Stirrin' me into a lovin' hope again-
You're playin' with my emotion;
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A wig Of Casanova.

Lucifer became so clever -
Dreamt of a wig Casanova.
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The bonds that
In which, she took ample pride
So much like
a wilted blossom, too early died
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The Chance Operations Of Short History And Features Of The World Literature Into Verse Paragraph
20 January, 2019

World literature is sometimes used to refer to the sum total of the world's national literatures, but usually it refers to the circulation of works into the wider world beyond their country of origin. Often used in the past primarily for masterpieces of Western European literature, world literature today is increasingly seen in global context. Readers today have access to an unprecedented range of works from around the world in excellent translations, and since the mid-1990s a lively debate has grown up concerning both the aesthetic and the political values and limitations of an emphasis on global processes over national traditions.
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A word reminds me why I feel so less than strong
Struggle as I feel I can't stand up ever so tall
A way leaves me feeling much less bolder
Yet I know that I'll never be like a Casanova
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I will love you always
Some kind of love that is undefined
You are like the light at the end of the tunnel
The dove in the sky
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the chinese
portrait painter
boasts
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Debate: Is Rapping Poetry
Positive:
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Ferdinand was systematic when
he drove his daughter mad.

With a Casanova's careful art,
he moved slowly,
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A crooked log delivers a straight flame
Belgian's pipe-smoking spectacled writer
Bedded 10,000 women
With the sexual drive of a dozen Errol Flynns
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They're selling postcards of the hanging
They're painting the passports brown
The beauty parlor is filled with sailors
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After the security of childhood
And before the insecurity
Of the second childhood
I found young men known as Soldiers.
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With the end of the affair
you recognize the bitter truths
that can’t be recognized before
denouments. Lovers are not sleuths,
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You fell for a voice behind those poetic words
Well, carefully read this again
Stop fantasizing
Start looking
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To write a poem one must be truly inspired,
so write it for the girl you deeply desired.
think of words that describe her well,
like pretty and interesting, jolly and swell.
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Torn, aye, torn we are,
for in the throes of the moment
our persons be reclaimed
and in the embrace of the ever beloved
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Wow she smokes
Her love a curse
Hot, deceitful tender voice
Flowing to prominent at all cost
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who rules the heart
who captures heart
who captures hearts
with Casanova lines
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I am not a King, like Henry,
But I've princes and princesses.

I am not a Neruda,
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Any formula for scooping miss Right or Mr Right
Falls flat on its face because the race and pace of marriage
By culture and nature is neither a game nor a sleight
Of hand reducible to a simplistic illustration cage
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Tell me, Casanova, how long you'll pine
On sodden sleeves your heart you've worn
Reputation on the line in decline
Sterile standing in society shorn
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The seat of the pit of my stomach aches by mistake
When like a fool in blue without a clue
I allow bites, blights, plights and slights
Of wily wool to benight my nights
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Like Jesus I preach riches of the Gospel
Like Cresus I drive and rev a limousine Opel
Like Julius Caesar I conquer and vanquish enemies
Like Zeus I subdue divine armies.
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Death, stop robbing me of my friends
Today you purloin mom, tomorrow you snatch Julie
Who upgraded my photogenic trends
As we both tired of admiring Bruce Lee.
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Give me compassion and passion
Give me a heart in love fashion
Where on creatures big and small I pour love
Whether love flows from my my heart or from above
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I have a tale to tell.
It is real but names I cannot spell.
Because men are born brothers, and we don't kiss and yell.
My buddy was a Muslim, he was a Casanova,
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You were a born Casanova, of the spirit.
Not for the flesh but the soft soul that hid in the cleft.
Cleft not between legs,
But between the folds of breasts.
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Oh he's an absolute monster,
A real player of the game.
He's the master of perfection,
Puts other killers to shame.
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Catherine the Great, it's whispered, was a tart
She had a brain, a womb, but lacked a heart
Famous for blood, betrayal, scandal, lust
Was high on etiquette, but low on trust
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The austere beauty of a dry dock
with singing seagulls
cold concrete ramparts
and swearing, sweaty men
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Bairn Play Villanelle
Feetikins pammer an littlins skirl
Thons the wye the bairnies play
Haud yer lugs they're like tae dirl
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I dinna ken fit's happenin

I dinna ken fit's happenin
The warld's gaen daft eenoo
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You stand there, knife in your hand
Solemn’s the Last Supper,
Addressing a haggis.
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No heart was ever too good for Casanova,
No heart too true,
No heart could ever see a shadow,
Until the light was out of view.
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Ik ben de Markies
met vieze oren
ik houd van
vieze dingen
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The Business of affection

When you couple fall in love
and the love is broken and
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Torn between 2 lovers
Henry baby, we're not here to ask you to choose
Oh no no
Mister Casanova, we're here to
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You have a hell of a lot of gall to do this!

Owe me so much more than just a simple apology
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Just tell her to go and be done with it!

I know all about your dirty little secret, oh yes
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To all events I squirted you
knowing this not to be this came to pass
when we were out and it looked good.
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This story is, I swear it, true,
my books were slightly overdue
and as I stood there at the portal
I sensed the aura of immortal
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Some they say, he is a nova
Some they say, Casanova
Did you ever see such a thing
Some they say he is a woman's dream
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...Titanic's....Casanova
Iceberg's Omarosa....
Collision course got the White House in a fix
....Porno's Casanova
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call it the libido driven life
a woman of every type

'i love only you' sent to many
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“Alright! Alright!
Who am I? ”
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Protect your virginity, innocent pure Lassie
As you would protect a rose from being plucked to soon,
There is a Casanova out there who wants to steal your chastity
Especially before you are married and on your honeymoon.
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The Creator asks to
the adventurous soul
Who returned to heaven
with a thrill seeking bowl.
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He is choosy of his the type of woman the local casanova Matt
Most of the women he know of to him not attractive some too thin and others too fat
His last girlfriend Jo quite attractive it is said she did give him the flick
She felt he was far too conceited and with him she refused for to stick
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Rani next door is trying to seduce Shadow he calls around to see her every day
But Shadow doesn't succumb to his advances she growls aloud at him as if to say
I won't make love to you or any other, I've had enough of male cats in my time
I've been desexed and I feel I am ageing and in feline years I am beyond my prime
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Billy the self professed local hero his tongue tends to wag
Of how great a man he is in the pub he does brag
In his mid twenties in the physical prime of life
He says he is too busy sexually satisfying beautiful young women for to take a wife
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A fire hazard, exclaimed the fire chief,
this marquee is overflowing, too many
people, should a fire break out we can-
not evacuate everybody, there would
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Casanova is a state
Everyman aspires to attain
But scorn at one
Who has achieved it.
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Splash of the supernova debris of spark
embellishing the epitome of the enthroned fair
cleaning the crystal one like amicable Clark
and splendor foreseen from the sublimed care
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Chapter 31


*meet the parents + evil plan*
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“Break the Cassanova’s Heart” Operation

By alyloony
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What goes up must come down,
I try to swim but I fall and drown.
Reach Everest’s summit after a climb,
But I know it won’t last for a long time.
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Welding me to him with amorous glances.
I am just another shadow following my Casanova.
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i wear several masks
some that smile
some that look mad
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Internet dating

At first my ‘best side' photo is mobbed by men
so feel like Scarlett O'Hara at a ball,
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Will I be forever slave of your charm?
Why won't you release me of this torment?
This torment of which I'm prisioner.
I'm a wanderer in my own world.
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When I was a teenager
It was indeed a must
That like everyone I fall in love
If not, I won no trust
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I cross the eye of a needle
and wake up insensitive
to life without her
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Cruzo el ojo de una aguja
y amanezco insensible
a la vida sin ella
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Among my ancestors, Toussaint Grugel
has always been a most curious subject.
Grugel was a 16th Century Frenchman
who travelled to, and settled down in Rio.
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Shopping and fashion
Screaming babies
It's just not my seen
I keep away from the ladies
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Casanova loved Marianne
Blonde-haired blue-eyed muse
at inexpensive Greek island Hydra
Where they lived without electricity
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I see you player.
enjoy this fancy life style.
no fright amongst woman.
frigid are not for you.
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She started the war
When she collapsed my core
She ruined my day
Fusion runaway
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Please don't tell me that it's over
I want to be your Casanova
each and every day
no longer passion in your eyes
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For Enrique Santos Molano

For more than a hundred years
you have been a victim
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The bleeding Casanova had a roving eye
He thought he could make every damsel sigh
But this time he had gone too far
When he found a catch from afar
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I was a runner up in the game of life, a third rate, ‘also ran'.
A 'c' plus or 'b' minus, superfluous to the plan

Making up the numbers, an extra in the scene
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Introduction: once again I incorporate
my trademark penchant
to fabricate fictitiously
portions of the following poetic endeavor
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godinama sam pripremao srce.
djevojke sam krstio površnom tekućinom
i slušao pobjednički instrument
bez sunca u kosi, s ironijom u očima.
svako jutro viknuo bih
a gdje si ti meni
i buncao vrhunska tepanja,
poeziju osnovne krvi
bez soneta i literarnih grčenja.
Petrarca bi od zavisti poslao Lauru
u papinske katakombe zla,
spalio sve stihove
i zatim se ubio guščjim perom.
čekao sam te u mraku
tek procvalih djevojaka.
punih 13 godina studirao sam noć,
plijevio njihove nježnice od loših
prethodnika i pubertetskih neuroza.
ponekad bijah prvi
u nizu malih smrti i velikih snova.
harem na margarinu, kruhu i vinu.
najsiromašniji Casanova u povijesti
novih kuća i malih servisa praznine.
pio sam alkohol sa veselim gubitnicima.
politiku sam pospremio u televizor.
poučavao sam bića priručnoj radosti,
svrsishodnoj ophodnji bokova.
bio sam tek u jednom stihu:
u paklu lakog mesa mladosti,
teške droge za samoću bez mira.
onda je na katedrali
izbilo Veliko Pijano Popodne.
u ekstazi teturao sam pobožno
sve do Zrinjevca,
parka koji je proslavio Zagreb
kao dvaput brušeni klitoris
najskuplju prostitutku Pariza.
plave note, modri tonovi i ti:
plavi anđeo, mali prozirni bog.
odapeli smo plavu sinkopu
i vječno pjevaju vodoskoci,
pivo s pjenom i ludi samostanski
vrtlari bez ikakva obrazovanja.
žubor relativno zdravog ludila,
naša pupčana vrpca . . .
i traperice, olovka, papir, žuto piće,
neuro-neuro u zjenicama.
vječni jazz
u našim kabrioletnim očima
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The God of my mother
The God of my grandfather
And the God of my great grand mother
Infact, plus the God of myspiritualist
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Just as children scrawl self-portraits
With two figures - Mom and Dad -
Grasping them by their unsteady stick-hands,
I'm drawing on the window-pane
A Kingdom of Fallen Statues -
And the outlines, delicate and fine, are wavering.
In the Kingdom of Fallen Statues all gates stand open;
Even marauders no longer walk
On the grass that seems to have shot to full height in a flash.
Non-existent temples,
And yes, non-existent dramas -
But how real, O god, how very much alive they are . . .
Gilding and lapis
Flake like skin
From the leprous faces of princes and saints,
And, seated on tombstones
Or perhaps on column stumps,
Black-hooded gravediggers roll cigarettes in yellowed verse.
Don Quixote's shield lies somewhere,
Somewhere Casanova's cloak was tossed,
Somewhere stands the tent in which Khmelnytsky hosted Europe's ambassadors.
In the Kingdom of Fallen Statues you can hear a language
Of words still warm but no longer learned.
I'm drawing it all: everything that ever vanished, or will;
I peer into my picture as into ripples on water:
Triumphant Nike's head
Is lying somewhere in the grass.
I'll draw it - and then
I'll put the period.
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PASSION
In the Haven of your priceless heart,
I found my offspring,
My heartbeat sings comely,
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PASSION
In the Haven of your priceless heart,
I found my offspring,
My heartbeat sings comely,
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In the uncertainty of memory,

sprouts the scent of chalk and lime dust,
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We are part of your houselod,
Enchanting of sonorous lamentation
towards the contrary of life and it
inhabitants.
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Intriguingly great ideas usually might happen in the bathroom; with the tranquilly expurgating experience; triggering the very best of the boundless human brain,

Exotically enigmatic mysteries usually might happen in the forests; with the unfathomably resplendent camouflage; casting a spell of unconquerable excitement upon the dolorous atmosphere,
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Alexander K Opicho
(Eldoret, Kenya; aopicho@yahoo.com)

As its social phenomenality
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We shall be forgotten these days to forgive what we've done to our dignity
Humiliating ourselves in so many ways trying to fight our destiny
The truth is that we're waiting till the last candle to turn off
And it ends by a heart crash such a silly scoff
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The streets of Venice are engulfed in it
Girls are attracted by it
It stretches like a mile on the sea
But will it be the defining factor
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