Just Smoke and Mirrors | Haiku | Short Poem No. 122

just smoke and mirrors
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Just Smoke and Mirrors.
Affixed in Our Affection.
Discos in my Mind. . .

A Tale of Two Cups

Chapter 2020. Honestly Self-Aware.

© Jonathan Swift and WritingWithStrangers, 2020, except where noted otherwise. All rights reserved.

Date for Men (Fragrance One) | Fragrance Poetry

Fragrance Poetry inspired by Fragrance One – Date for Men.

date for men fragrance one review
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[Him]

Let’s not complicate this. But not fake this.
You’re so cute – I decided to take this.
I’m feeling playful tonight. . .

[Her]


You’re the kind of guy that can hypnotize.
That “player” cologne. . .that look in your eyes. . .
I think I’m stuck on you. . .

[Him]

Come on, there’s more than just “player” to me.
But my deeper layers take time to see.
Just give me a chance. . .

[Her]

Feelings hit the hardest when I don’t even try.
You seem like a “real-man,” I can’t deny.
But I need to know for sure. . .

[Him]

Just do one thing for me. . .
Before we try to decide if it’s fate.
Let’s just unwind – enjoy what this is. . . “Date.”

Click Here to find out more about “Date for Men.”

Click Here for the Interview with Jeremy Fragrance of Fragrance One.

Amouage Memoir Man.

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Hearts and Paper Aeroplanes | Poetry Collaboration with Cassa Bassa

Hi, everyone. I’m happy to be back with another collaboration with Cassa Bassa from “Flicker of Thoughts!” Even better than the first, this one is called “Hearts and Paper Aeroplanes.”

This poem is between two “lovers,” where italic stanzas represent one lover and the non-italic represents the other.

Hearts and Paper Aeroplanes
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No, I’m not claiming that I always write.
When I do, my heart’s like a jar – sealed tight.
And when it pops ajar, you hear it “thump.”

No, I don’t think I always love you right.
When I do, my soul swells like puppy eyes.
When I write, I snort happily for you.

When I’m bad, I’m bad. When I’m good, I’m good.
I’d love to love you right now, if I could.
But if I’m astray, please try tomorrow.

When I’m sad, I write. When I’m loved, I write.
I’d love to store you in my sealed tight jar.
Only let out happiness than sorrow.

Sorry, love, but this is our last “goodnight.”
I’m not always honest in all I write.
So keep your happy times safe and sealed tight.
Don’t let a dreamer like me steal your heart. . .

© Cassa Bassa/FlickerofThoughts & Jonathan Swift/WritingWithStrangers, 2020, except where noted otherwise. All rights reserved.