Poetry Page

I have written these poems from many years ago and have come across them again.
It's amazing where the brain goes over the years!
 Thought they would be fun to share for kicks and giggles!



Wilted Flowers

Transgression bathes the soul with fire
diminutive flames provokes the hidden
appetites of the subconscious lie naked
enticing knowledge given as a dower
girdled with ecstasy, uncontrollable desire
unknown lust surfaces unbidden
innocence lost in command of the wicked
sucking the lifeblood, wilting the flower

 



Love

I remember fondly the day you entered my life
How proudly you lay so appealing and nice.
Little could I know the you would cause me strife
I would never get enough of you to suffice

The essence of your being palpitates my heart
My mouth waters whenever you enter my site
I touch my mouth to you tasting sweet or tart
I trace your sides, your center just right

Chameleon I call you for you are never the same
Your moods like colors range dark to light
It's not you, only myself to blame
That I would never give you up without a fight

Family and friends warned me you were uncouth
Yet the years passed with you ever close to my lips
The silky feel of your skin, sticky or smooth
Sent tingles and tremors through my fingertips

My mirror reflects the ravages of our affair
The crack in my heart the cost of loving strongly
This obsession I have handles with such flair
Through envy and greed I have handled you wrongly

They tell me my love is like a heavy chain
I cry and plead for I know the end is near
My heart is breaking from sorrow and pain
Our love, like the bough, breaks with fear

Your name I twine close to me
Reasoning our love should be celibate
They promise the truth shall set me free
But I weaken, I call your name, 'Chocolate!'


 
Touching You
 

I am lonely and ever so friendly

but yet everyone tries to push me aside

like I am unclean, something to hide

consorting with me only occasionally

I am never invited to the best parties

thought about in quick instance

held back, kept at a distance

I am not among top priorities

mostly thought about in the hours of night

when the mind slows down to think

or when you lose the sanity link

then my virtues surface to the light

I'm labeled with words that hurt and are not true

cause your afraid the truth will taint your lips

sooner or later....everyone slips

my name is Sin and I will touch even you

 

 


Sneaky Pete

Sneaky Pete is an appealing fat fluff
who meows perpetually while strutting his stuff
Swishing his tail or resting on his duff
he thinks he is pretty darn tough

He carouses the streets at night
careful to avoid any fur chewing fights
Searching for his lady of light
he is a most debonair sight


Flicking his whiskers, narrowing his eyes
his hair stands up at howling dog cries
He walks the fence tops mewling his lies
scratching through garbage for a prize

Leaping and pouncing he slinks through the dark
chasing moon shadows just for a lark
Now and then stretching his claws on bark
showing his prowess by leaving his mark

At home he frolics, purring to chat
pouncing to attack a nip-filled rat
Subject to a few rubs and a pat
it's all part of the life of Sneaky Pete the cat!



Blunder

How bad it felt
to hear what my lips had dealt
I only wanted to choke
on what my lips had spoke
Everyone glared
and tempers flared
I could not think
and there was nowhere to slink
The in-laws soon left
leaving me bereft
I could only command
that you would understand
A mistake was made
that I hoped would fade
It was just so lame
I had called you by my ex's name

 



Small Payment

 

My mistakes I make in err

the blame I cannot share

My soul cries out in sorrow

for the debts I pay tomorrow

My past errata demand their dues

therefore my soul should not lose

My honor requires I compensate

to correct any unpleasant trait

My payments I would keep small

so I may stand and walk, not crawl

 

 

Diary of a New Age Mother

Slamming my hand on the monster that screeched by my bed
I dragged my body to the kitchen with eyes all red.
My coffee and cigarette I enjoyed with prose
while looking at the death throes of a vase and rose.


Tripping over a glass of soda pop
I cried for a clean counter top.
Opening the fridge I yelled in terror
for last weeks dinner had grown green hair in error.

To the beat of rap I had to dress
I ran to this door screaming "Clean up this mess!"
Thoughts of murder ran through my brain
as I wondered if I could rent a crane.

A shot of whiskey to start my day
cause I knew a mother had no say.
To my purse I went for the kids lunch bucks

knowing the search would provide no luck.

Finally to the car I went
and to my job I would go to earn the rent.
Turning the keys the radio blared
"Hey yo mama, I didn't know you cared."

Thirty minutes I drove pondering life's joke
just to find out the boss had spoke.
Pink slips would arrive at the end of the week
"Who said this world was for the meek?"


On the way home I passed a soldier store
temptation to buy a m-16 was so hardcore.
Home sweet home, I entered the door
only to find an orgy on the floor.

I laughed in a frenzy as they hauled me away
knowing their father would soon have to pay.
Strapped to a cart I looked up at the moon
Only to hear "Hey yo mama, she's a loony-tune!"


The Dancer's Flout

The band launches their song slowly, lights go dim,
lowered eyes, a flirty smile, they move about,
searching for partners that will appease them,
seduction the crutch of the dancer's flout.

As melody drifts through the room,
slow rhythm affects the mood,
closer the dancers move toward the other,
passion's flower beginning to bloom.

An arm tightens, a breast is grazed,
perspiration glazes the forehead,
a hand slides on a back, a mist of breath on a neck
faces are flushed pale shades of red.

Eyes cast up and forward in quick glance,
lowered eyes, minute smiles, overpowering aromas,
languid heat radiates in small circles,
the room is smothering for all it's expanse.

Closer they dance, harder they breathe,
hearts beating chest against chest,
lips grace across a cheek, a slight tease,
romantic words whispered to please.

Soon dimmed lights click back bright, the band quits,
dancers lift their head, step apart looking about,
as strangers they stiffly part
to catch another's eye to repeat....

 The Dancer's Flout.