How about another reblog.
I wrote a poem last night for the first time in years and I decided I would share it here. The In-Between: I stand.I’m neither seen or unseen, just existing.This point where clouds of confusion circle and leave me in a dizzy mess. I laugh.Neither feeling or caring, just simply going through the motions.Life’s little […]
Here’s a reblog for you this fine Friday
Here’s a 100 word story which I decided had to include the first 3 words that came up on https://randomwordgenerator.com/ – the words were bet, deputy and lose. We creep in fear and single-file through thick jungle with no choice but trust our navigation to chosen leaders. Night falls and the rearmost urge us onward; we barely notice […]
Friday night stuff.
You know I like a good prompt and these are M’s for February. Why not give them a whirl.
You See me
Without expectation or consequence
head spinning, ensnared by your gravity
and without resistance drawn into your arms
You leave me
Unravelled, without a care
heart pounding, enveloped and enlightened
and willingly I submit to your caress
You break me
Worn through, without control
Each moment bright and radiant bliss
and tenderly you put me back together
Something for a Thursday…
You know I like a good prompt and these are M’s for February. Why not give them a whirl.
Head filled with sighs and curves and thighs
And sweetest smiles and harmless lies
rejections, urges, still he tries.
Heart races at the sight.
.
Warm nights long days, sweet summer haze
The stifling heat and wanton ways
She ought to go but still she stays
Seduced by love’s delight
.
And unto dawn, dark turns to morn
When separated, heart’s forlorn
And cruel from lover’s breast are torn
Sweet dark exposed by light
.
Regrets, remorse, desire’s wild force
Where once so loyal, strays from love’s course.
Sweet lies, deceit’s wild trojan horse
Betrayal in the night
Silver wisps caress your icy cheeks as morning pushes back the night…
You know I like a good prompt and these are M’s for February. Why not give them a whirl.
Silver wisps caress your icy cheeks
as morning pushes back the night
and unforgiving golden fingers point accusing
love’s rage laid bare in starkest of delight
.
And all about life marches on
Oblivious to cold and brutal loss
And tendrils creep and hide the shame
‘neath leaves and roots and branch and moss
.
No eulogy beneath the stars
No tears, no hymn, no black procession
Under the sun, bleached, turned to dust
No longer mine, but death’s possession
.
Another of these…
You know I like a good prompt and these are M’s for February. Why not give them a whirl.
Your sweet whisper the zephyr in my sails,
Still waters stretched before me.
And golden sunset calls me on
And horizons set me free
.
Clouds circle dark, waves stirred to life
And day turns into night
Cold watery claws scratch at my sides
And sanity takes flight
.
I dash myself against your rocks
Stare into your abyss
Drifting with the flotsam lost
Still hunger for your kiss
.
And golden daylight comes again
I swim towards your shore
though sirens call me to their arms
to lead me home once more
Breathless I stare into the void
You know I like a good prompt and these are M’s for February. Why not give them a whirl.
A lifetime you gave me, willingly,
and I drank and devoured every drop.
My belly full I sense alas my race is run.
I gorged and feared the settings sun
And begged her please to stop
.
.
She shook her head and took my hand
And led me to nightfall’s brink.
A price to pay for banquet sweet,
Dark nothing swirled about my feet
And slowly into darkness did I sink.
.
.
Into light I melt, to be no more
All I am returned once more
A life lived well, and as I fade
Pure joy I feel for life I made
I smile and am no more
.
It’s Monday here already…
Emotions intense
Ebb and flow like oceans deep
Unpredictable
Long I laboured beneath your golden gaze…
You know I like a good prompt and these are M’s for February. Why not give them a whirl.
Long I laboured beneath your golden gaze.
Day upon day and into so many years now long forgot
In every one I sensed you there
you whispered that you’d leave me not.
Time races headlong to this final sunset
warm embrace upon my pallid skin
through misty eyes I recall your face
and feel your warmth burn deep within.
Though darkness calls beyond the stars
to nothing will I fade
This life, this love, this evermore
of memories are made.
Now I’m just making stuff up for sh1ts and giggles…
I drank your lies,
Tepid they filled my mouth, trickling down my eager throat.
Such sweet promises and sublime simple surrender.
Idle and bloated I lay like a roadside carcass
swollen by the seering sun, and watched your soft cherry lips.
Eagerly, foolishly, I clung to every word,
each sickly syllable a noose tight around my throat
and sleepwalking I follow, my hand in yours
over coals lit red with flames of broken promises
eyes streaming as acrid tomorrows drift ever skywards
Happy friday people. A day late.
Oh I’d smile and watch you weep
Tears as cold as your heart
Beautiful promise you couldn’t keep
Sickly sweet they dripped from your tongue
How I’d laugh as you tell me why
Acrid lies spilling over your lips
Pooling stagnant at your feet
As I remember his hands, gentle on your hips
Sweet moments soured and stained
And fists clenched, confined to experience
A heart now free once chained
No regrets, no forgiveness. Just nothing.
A little late….
Alone she stands and silent mourns
Snow whipped about her feet
Dreams buried in a grave of lies
Air foul where once was sweet
And tears streaming down her cheeks
Fists clenched, jaw resolute
A rage inside pushed deep down low
Her screams once wild now mute
The trust now lost the joy departed
Cold earth on loves corpse piled
No rose she lays no prayers she speaks
Wipes her face, then turns, and smiles
4 days in a row! How grown up.
Starlight
Come light my way at long days end
And lead me
Over hill and back until night’s end
Consume me.
With silver gaze my heart to mend
Then free me
And no more ever to pretend
Tuesday and still going strong…Bit dark though I will be honet. Perhaps tomorrow I will be serious about someone riding a bike. How dark can that get?
On the shore he stands, tempest raging, sky turned black
and defiant screams into the wind
Demands the ocean calm and give her back
and tears demand forgiveness for his sins
Atop the waves white horses rear and furious race
headlong, stamped and crash about his feet
and tousled hair is whipped about his sallow face
no surrender, no forgiveness no retreat
Nature’s fury taunts and mocks, he hears her calls.
The sun obscured, dark finger pointed, accusations fly
and though he begs she stays within deep prison walls
doomed to repeat and every night to die
More serious poems becauise I’m just that kinda guy. No I am really. Honest. Look at my rhyming n stuff.
Mouth full of lies and the soft sigh of thighs,
oblivious he swims in waters deep.
And entangled dragged low by her strong undertow
full red lips, creamy skin, whispered promises keep.
And so blinded, and chided and ever reminded
how she bends to her will and devours
very easy succumbs to the beat of her drums
and he withers with autumnal flowers
and so belly fat, filled, he’s a slave to her will
appetite, ravenous, quenched
too late rails, cold and frail, and her darkness prevails
on the shoreline cold lifeless and drenched
How about a poem to start. A poem can be a frightfully serious thing.
Through golden shards I see her one last time
Summer’s fading light reflected
and slow she turns away.
And ever since each moment tight in chains I’m bound.
Such cruel memories remind me often,
of things that I gladly a king’s ransom would pay,
and to forget.
And then, with sun on my face I look to her and at last,
as love lost fades into bliss I rest.
Wash your hands you filthy animal.
Irritated groin
wild sweaty endless scratching
must bathe more often
A poem. About bits. Of stuff.
There are those who will dine
on fine foods and great wine
and who want just the finest of treats
But not me, no, no way
I’m quite proud when I say
Im a fan of the less refined meats
Give me Pies filled with heart
though it does make me fart
give me puddings of tripe, brains and balls
though it makes me quite gassy
I can still keep it classy
and with gravy for sure eat it all
Give me chicken arse flan
I’m not bothered with ham
give me dishes pile high with pig scrotum
I’ve this recipe for stew
with the balls of gnu
and some others, so good, ‘cos I wrote ’em
Oh I cannot resist
the dark meats on my list
how i crave juicy brains, spine and liver
feed me pies filled with wings
of all high flying things
lick my lips in delight how I shiver
Dont cast doubt or dispute
nature’s leftover fruit
say ‘perhaps’ if your offered intestines
you might just take delight
at each savoury bite
as you wash it down with rich red house wines
I know I can do better but it was just something to go with the silly stick drawing really…
Once a potus loved grabbing Vagina
Picked a trade war with that lot in China
denied workers their pay
just to get his own way
Loved his daughter since she was a minor
The heart wants what the heart wants apparently.
Love sees not the faults
and deaf to accusations
turns blind eye again
A tale of fear and things that go bump bump bump in the night
Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday
This week the challenge was to use synonyms for MYSTERY and ATTRACT. I used
Erectile issues
manhood diminished. Scared and
grave, consumes Blue pills
Now can’t sleep on his stomach
Wife hangs her towels on it
Colleen’s 2019 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 119 “Mystery & Attract,” #SynonymsOnly
Mmm all the good bits.
A sausage fan Frankie Maloney
Had a craving for fresh made polony
From pigs trotters and snout
Chickens anus and trout
And some testicles , preferable pony
I think Americans call it Baloney though right? Not Polony. Same thing I believe…Either way it is #leftoverdirtyanimalbitstastic
Of Love and life
How do i love thee
Let me count the ways
Show me your payslip
Go read funny girl damn it!
Bloody hooligan
Baby take my hand
As love leads me you follow
Into my trousers
Afterwards 