he
likes his martinis
shaken
not stirred
epitome
of cool
he
had me before
even
saying hello
for
fun we teleport
across
blue skies to
exotic
places from sandy
beaches
to metropolises
it
was just a fantasy
but
an ordinary girl
can
still dream
- Written for dVerse Quadrille #99-Poems Stirred, Not Shaken, my ode to the debonair character known as James Bond. This is also my 500th post for this blog. I never thought I get here when I started this poetry blog back in 2016. Yet here I am. Thanks to all who have read and commented on my posts throughout the months and years. I thank you all for your continued support.
Ah yes dreams we must have though ordinary gals we are.Thank youfor dropping by to read mine
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Thanks Gillena
DeleteLove this nod to Bond! Especially love that he had you BEFORE hello. ;)
ReplyDeleteThank you De
DeleteWithout dreams, there is little new ...
ReplyDeleteVery true. Thanks for reading.
DeleteI especially liked the part about teleporting.
ReplyDeleteDream, dream......all we have to....
ReplyDeleteSounds like a wonderful dream... I think I can dream to be a guy like that too.
ReplyDeleteThank you Frank, Vandana and brudberg
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