Betsy

Bethany

Bethany

By: Keith Fuchs

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A Compelled By Cammy Production

Bethany was sent to me,
By the Lord's decree
To descry me when I was sad and lonely.
To comfort me with empathy,

She was a mystery,
When I was entrenched in suicidal episodes of anxiety.
Frequently, it was she that assailed me with her boundless sublimity,
In my most vulnerable status, when I had no control over my emotions or 
bodily functions.
I could not take a nap or read novels,
Without the image of her face, forcing me to grovel and strain.
Until finally, she came when it seemed too late.

"Bethany, my sweet and loyal servant,
Whom journeyed to Galeli for me
To defend innocence and peace,
A warrior of charity, a decorated seraphim
Would you take on, one more assignmen...

Lady Elizabeth Avery

“Migrate to the hollow

I Dream of Betsy

 "I Dream of Betsy"
By: Keith Fuchs

I Dream of Betsy,
And her long dark hair.
Smothering my nose and mouth, as we sleep cloaked
In each other's arms.

This is no occult script,
I can hear quaint exhalations from the delicate estuary of her facade,
They are the narrowest gates to the Empyrean Province.
I feel the closest proximity to Father God,
Because I am holding one of his heavenly creatures.
The expansion of her chest when she breathes,
Presses her back closer to me.
Prompting my synapses to snap at a pace, incalculable.
I am submerged in dopamine and norepinephrine.
A solution of crystalline chlorine, lukewarm; beyond soluble.
Melodic rapture fills me, it is cheeky and palatable.
My circulation in its furthest extremities, are impeccably palpable.
She is so exquisite, sweet and charitable.

Organs and violins hum their arias
Harmo...

A Walk Down A Country Lane

 A Walk Down A Country Lane
By: Keith Fuchs

Far away, I walked down a country lane-
Then followed a shady chase,
That was nestled beneath a canopy of beech.
Traversing the quaint and quiet terrain,
I was led to a manor whose face was argyle and slate.
I had no care for my welfare, I was free
I no longer had to worry about my diabetes.
So…the wind blew yet the air was still
I saw a figure glance at me,
A shadowy apparition from the chateau's bow.
Poppies and daisies were still in their sill.
The emerald scenery abreast was stow
April has come and she whispered in the trees
Bespoke, I was a bloke, invoked with intrigue.
Who is she? Another mysterious figure near the hedges and holly?
Is this a folly or does she desire to lure me?
I step off the dusty road and proceed down the drive, enclosed.
The cobblestone car park and the brick veneer,...

Elizabeth

~ Elizabeth ~

Queen Of Hearts

Queen Of Hearts

By: Keith Fuchs

Dedicated to the Alison, the most beautiful woman in the world. I love her more than anything in this world.

I do not care for the film about the American Revolution

Or the one about the charter of the U.S Constitution

Nor the Articles of Confederation or the Declaration

This isn't about England or America,

This is about you and me, so Lissy

Please kiss me, so all the world can see

How precious you are to me.

Tis not for king and country

I live and die for my queen,

Whom I wheeze and exert

All my energy and my heart,

Alison Elizabeth may be English,

And I may be from New York.

It does no...

Dear Mademoiselle Carroll Part II (DMC-2)

 DMC2
By: Keith Fuchs

There is no agony like she,
The "dishiest" on this planet.
Over seas and mountains scaled
Kilometers I would sail.
Dim the hi-hats and buffer the album
We can lend our ears to the soothing tunes
Drown out the news and turn on the lava lamps
Dream of her within the loom.
Her imminence repose and vamp.
I feel tremors of her
From extents beyond estimation,
But space and duration could never subdue my determination.
I'd go to great reaches and extravagant ranges.
To be a face in the crowd at a mutual event.
Then I'd be content, it'd commence
With a hello, how are you?
She would not learn of this emotion I vent.
This commotion which peaks my vigilance.
I'd be enthralled to engage, in an insignificant dialogue.
So much to say but little pronounced.
Astound that this fondness came to fruition.
Have we...

How Lucky Is The Tree

How Lucky Is The Tree
By Keith Fuchs

If I were lucky, I'd be the tree.
The weeping willow, watching you sleep
Through the window, nestled quietly
Dangling over the street.
How lucky I'd be
When the breeze blew the leaves
And occasionally you'd peer or glance at me.
How lucky I'd be
To see you walk by when you leave
Each and every day.
Oh...how lucky I'd be, to be the tree
Whose branches dangle over the street
In my bark, carved a heart
You and me.

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Betsy

 Betsy adores itsy bitsy spiders and beetles in fields of strawberries.
Sporting a blue leotard with no sleeves.
I love the way she speaks to me.
She dons a crimson sash around her hips
I was mesmerized by her nips.
Bosom clad like moons in her bodysuit.
A physique of Venus, crafted by Athena.
From the Shire of Essex, Britain.
Outfit for combat in a second.
My glance, her smirk invokes a tension.
Which beckons both of us, preemptive.

I softly graze Betsy's cheeks.
To kiss her softly and sleek.
The shape of her caboose, how she flaunts it.
She laces her boots and gauntlets.
Fancying a dual or clash, poised to kick some serious... trash.
She'll dash with a remark ,that's utterly crass.
This task is the spark, with marks it a blast.
This berserk cerebral, non-passive creature.
A tiger lily with perfume of a war eagle.
Yet to me, she is a ...

Angelic Description

 Angelic Description
By: Keith Fuchs

A buxom Brit with the moxie of a pixie.
A bombshell who bombards with staggering beauty that can't be shelled.
She wore a hat that contoured to her head,
At a ceremony where vows were well said.
Her eyes and her cheekbones were craftily spread
The colours and symmetry, in its wonder and simplicity.
Who needs a luxury coupe? she is the premiere exotic -
Hypnotic, blossoming petite with a hue metallique.
She's five seven, so petite is a bit of a stretch
But her chestnut shaded hair with an auburn tint -
Forces me to squint at her from the lattermost distance.
Her eyes are a fantasy, completely entrancing.
Dear boo, I can never take my eyes off of you;
You are regal, gossamer;
Astral, enchanting.

copyright 2013, Keith S. Fuchs All rights reserved.