Enter a storybook tale
Where I can be
The heroine you hail
Lucid dreams of soft reflection
A touch heated with lust and desired protection
A breathe a gasp as we succeed
Join the fairytale with me
Valiant night within dark eyes
the right movement and I make them shine
like moonlight on the steamy hot spring
care to follow for a little dip with me
Trailing like the water at my fingertips
Grasp me around my hips
As close as the breeze on my skin
Whisper lies as I let you in
Lips mumbling up my thighs
bare heart exposed to the sky
fire burning in my veins
Am I a mistress of this lust or simply a slave
Trembling with desire
Take me till we've lost count of the hours
enter this storybook tale
Where I can be the heroine you hail
Copyright © Jay Loveless | Year Posted 2012
I closed my eyes and tried to forget the way you smiled and those dark
You touched my soul and I just wanted you to know that. You blew my
mind for so many years and now I feel so alone.
I cancelled you so long ago, I swore that this was finished. But the only thing that was
ever finished was a lie and I swore to my heart that it didn't.
Didn't beat every time I saw you, Didn't tip every time you smiled. Didn't trip over
myself every time I pretend that I wasn't.
It was all a lie and I couldn't control the fact that I wanted you, every part of you
I would sneak little glances at you out of the corner of my eyes, Remember
that i'm not confident at times I can be kind of shy.
I wanted this to be secret but it was just waiting to burst out, and as the years went
by I find myself dying to see you once again. Is that you I see on the train? I shiver
just at the thought.
How many times am I gonna flip when it wasn't even you just a look alike.
This has to tell me something this has to be a sign, If I ever saw you again I would
jump off a cliff so high.
But then again I remember you were supposed to be cancelled that's
what I told all my friends.
You were no longer viewing in my mind, A past show, just
some long road that i'd done traveled.
It wasn't until some time later that a friend
whispered in my ear, she told me that you were doing ok and then the feelings
started to surface again.
God I yelled at myself can you be anymore pathetic... I wasn't going out like that this
is the last time I write about this person.
I smile knowing that this poem is just the third of many... cancelled? It would never be
fully over in my mind, I mean a girl has to have her fantasies.
Copyright © Shahana Jackson | Year Posted 2005
Long miles of tedious journey,
Missing my darling honey.
Travelling impatiently, spend thousands of
Hope god will bless me with ma lucky soul
at this season.
Equatorial island exploring its amazed
beauty, glittering with immersed grasses.
Wrapped by queens necklaced small lake
aside, at the outskirts of dalhousie.
My heart dwelled into its god gifted
When the night lime lighted,
Millions of stars scattered around
As if its was a wondering boon.
Lucky enough for landing with my next
Eagerly waiting for my heart chaser,
Girl passed near by, few seconds later.
Flaming beauty mould my soul.
Topped with innocence, ready for my
Her chic appearance,
Her innocent appeal.
Strucking heart raised with high beats..
Awaited for our romantic date in ma
Frequency of our nature matched.
Stolen Eyes of each other were catched.
Strings of our heart whistled
Everything had happened miraclelously.
I rebelled the three precious words of
Accepting my red rose, She blushed.
At event of recreation, campfire were
Nobody around us, private moments
between we two spotlighted.
Playing guitar, she sinked with every beat,
That's the coincidence our eyes again
Hand in hand danced with the soothing
Sparkling smile on her face beamed.
Getting closer to her, because of her
Expecting the light around us to be dim.
The romantic moment again came,
Flaps of my soul opened for the grand
She looked too pretty in her gold lame
My heart awarded her an order of chivalry.
Don't know who are you, but baby you are
the one, I am in love.
You live in me, You are my love
I feel you in my heart,
You are my world, I just cant stay apart!
Please don't hesitate, please don't lie,
Whatever you feel, my heart can buy!
Angel of life, Its just you.
Completeness in life can't be without you.
Wanna Carry journey happily together.
Tickling nose, Queenly beauty of my white
Hold my senses, its caught by you.
Don't let be just memories, wanna feel
ecstasy of love towards you forever.
Promising to hold your hand throughout
life in this lovely weather.
Will be your shadow, because your pain
will be mine.
Its destiny that our heart clicked a
snapshot of each other's soul.
Stopping by my question, Will you marry
me, my Kindred Soul?
Copyright © Madhavi Sarjare pagare | Year Posted 2013
Who am I?
Am I defined by what is near in sight?
Am I defined by what I have done,
Or am I defined by what I could become?
Perhaps I'm of no use.
To him, or her, or I, nor you.
Or perhaps I'm too misunderstood to be defined,
And it is something like understanding that comes in time.
And if to the world I'm never shown,
Yet in my own light I've grown and grown,
And so I can know no happiness but my own--
The reason for my smile, to you, will forever be unknown.
I do not pray for the world to know my name.
For it and verse; the letters are the same.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads,
I pray his pain my words to keep.
Should his eyes rain on my page,
Better tears than storms of rage.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads.
I pray his pain my words to keep.
And if to the world you're never shown,
Yet in your own light you've grown and grown,
And so you know no happiness but your own.
Let the reason for your smile, to you, only be known.
Copyright © Kristopher Higgs | Year Posted 2013
You're like a cowboy,
Dark blue eyes,
Dark black hat whitened with the grains of dust blown 'round.
Riding your horse from place to place,
You're laughed at because you respect women,
You're laughed at because you sober,
And you're laughed at because you passed up all those buckle bunnies
And saved yourself for that one special honey.
The one you call Baby, Darlin, and Pretty Lady.
You're not like the rest,
You work for your money.
You don't spend it on beer and cigarettes,
You spend in on your one sweet honey,
The one you call Baby, Darlin, and Pretty Lady.
When your wife had that baby girl,
You couldn't think of anything else,
But spending that money,
A new carriage, blanket, and pillow.
You couldn't wait to hear that giggle,
That little giggle of the one,
The one you call Baby, Darlin, and Pretty Lady.
You couldn't wait to see that smile,
A smile so big you didn't even know if her eyes were open.
You couldn't wait to see her expression,
Her expression from getting a new carriage, blanket, and pillow.
The ones you bought with your own money
That you didn't spend on beer and cigarettes,
You spent it on you honey,
The one you call Baby, Darlin, and Pretty Lady.
Copyright © Danielle Deason | Year Posted 2013
Your love pricks me like a rose each thorn grows but no one knows Your so full of
it as it shows so carry on now go on, go. I'm fed up with the phony and i'm
through with the tears, you couldn't pay me all your money to make up for those
years. Someone help me I feel faint how could I think he was such a saint and
worst of all I let me fall into a spiral down below. A magic called love carried
by the dove of someone I use to know.
Copyright © Sam Ruby | Year Posted 2013
I do not know?
got a ticket
for helping Man Ray
His daughter came back
from the wolf pack
and agreed that he should pay
Copyright © Chizobem Uche | Year Posted 2013
or tired love?
and weak games
Look at you!
Your such a lame!
Me cry?! Ha! Not no more!
Five point five years
What a joke?!
All you do is lie
Keep smoking your life away!
Wake up before its too late!
Before this love turns into hate!
Your too old to act this way!
Your too comfortable
You cant stay!
In my life!
In my way!
Goodbye to you!!!
Copyright © MARGARITA VERA | Year Posted 2012
‘ Yellow Rose of Texas ’ Haiku # 14
A Lone Star Shone On
A Yellow Rose of Texas
and Bluebonnets Grown
Copyright © MoonBee Canady | Year Posted 2009
I love my Mousey,
She lives in a field in BrushCreek, Tennessee,
Walking with her her of cattle,
As happy as she will ever be.
Without this there would be only she,
And i could make her as happy as me,
I miss her immensly, for thee i wish well,
For everyday i wish she wont sell,
And I could show her in the Dekalb County Fair,
I would sell never an ounce of her.
Hehe not even one of her little white hairs.
Even when all the way over there,
Mine she is for no one but me to share, if I do so happen to dare.
Cute as a button,
A button her nose may well be,
Where I first touched her sweet little body,
Not once but twice sweetly,
For wherever she goes I could spot her, along with her sister and mother.
Many a mile away, for she is not at all,
Not at all what you would say a little grayish thing.
But a heifer who grows daily,
Only to shove the motherly tears away.
In my eyes though, she will always be, forever and always, my baby girl, my sweetie,
my beautiful girl, my Mousey
Copyright © Jessie Howell | Year Posted 2010
What you do here, is your job, life, future and health.
Without each one of these, there will be no wealth.
Apply and learn each day that you live and breathe.
Give your all in whatever you do, protect with a sheave.
Don’t ever think, what you do, is just a plain job.
If you let this happen, it is your soul, spirit you rob.
What you do makes a difference, in someone’s life.
What mistakes you make, causes someone strife.
So take a new look, at what you do, every day for pay.
Take pride, take revelation look, and see life’s display.
Give thanks for all the work you do, with praise or not.
For without you and what you do, everything is for naught.
Copyright © cecil hickman | Year Posted 2012
Modernisation is hopping her repercussion
Modernisation is driving her civilisation
This is the safari; that brain the colony
The colossal obnoxious tenets of the West
Calling her to the deluding evacuation.
The edifice her architect had strictly structured
Who can dare to alter it?
Even on her own body and soul.
Variety upon variety, she want to put on
That is her whisper why, she mime the day.
A Bimbo! Mimicking the mockery of the West.
Who is barbaric in this case?
Reason! She revolt the reasoning
Focus! She resist the purpose
Loyal! She refuse the modesty.
Let her believe this one
That in her friction state
Her forward (will) never; her backward (will) ever.
Perhaps, she should recall this one
She need to behold
If she must to recount, in her world.
Copyright © Abdulhafeez Oyewole | Year Posted 2013
You could be just a tri polite (Muttered Mario ),
There is a deep meaning in this life/
Yet where does one go to when the storms abound ?
Like to a crazy music store,
Mere music to abound !
They don't really like you !
So shut your hole !
A roll of the dice down at the corner store,
Tony was out in the back sleeping with a whore !
People these days don't even know/
Nor do they think they know,
The whole concept of the role,
Now shut your hole/
Vito was down at the bakery taking stock/
With a switch blade in hand and mop,
See he's an over weight lover from another brother/
Type of home boy lover !
The freak was a shoe shine boy delivering flowers on the side/
Now he's working for Tony at this free kin two bit dive/
Yet thank God that the rest of his friends our still alive !
Now wash those dishes and shut your hole/
Forget about looking outside at the rise of the death toll !
Copyright © Mario Vitale | Year Posted 2010
I was born in Babylon
Everyday I want to be alone
I prayed not to get low
Everyday Babylon claim more soul
I just have to go, seek for more show
I grow with no shoes under my foots
Ganger is my food,
Mosquitoes sing the reggae allover my room
Webs block my views, killing my crews
What can I do to survive when am buzz
Where is that place to get crazy?
That place you cannot erase,
That camp with more space,
Where you don’t have to get late
That place where you just want to be free from
“Babylon” Babylon” Babylon…I want to be free
If there is a question, it should be about relation
My action will generate your reaction
Is substitution the way to be free from Babylon?
The game is always ON, grow horns like Capricorn
Cut the vegetables; let’s be able to be stable
Copyright © tomiwa simon | Year Posted 2012
Bright blue skies on a spring day
Fulfills my horizon
Blue birds and robins pass me by
Mountain, trees, and animals
Priase God Abroad
The frsh air bring forth calmness
A quiet serene a waits my soul
Red orange and violets
Represents God's glory
Flowers slowly rise with the sun
And water crickets sings songs of glory
Fresh water arises with the scent
Of of sweet savory of God's spices
Beach rolls in the lazy tide
I sit back and enjoy it all
The art of spring is glorification
Of all tings God created
He's the world famous artist
Copyright © Angela Wilson | Year Posted 2012
The Spade Ranch had the beef issue
For the Indians at Pine Ridge
And each time that he's take the herd
Mollie'd go along with Sid.
The Spade had been good to them
By now they numbered four,
The time had come for them to find
A ranch that was their own.
They took a homestead east of Gordon,
At last they had their chance.
And when Sid's brother joined them it became
The Irwin Brothers Ranch.
They later leased the Ross Ranch
And here was born child three,
A sickly little daughter
So delicate, so wee.
To complete their preemption
A homestead they did seek.
Southeast of Gordon near Lavaca,
Down by the Ol' Pole Creek.
Here a daughter and a son
Were added to their life,
Then fire struck and they were left
With hearts full of Strife.
For years they wandered here and there
Seeking out each lead
A hope or promise was all they asked
For their ailing daughters need.
Though the years were fruitless
And no cure was found
Their last child was born to them
A daugher in health abound.
Time took it's toil a short seventeen
Their daughter would laugh no more,
So many years they searched in vain,
And now their hearts were sore.
The long years over, at last they came home
To the hills so sandy and green
On a ranch south of Cody, down by the Niobrara,
So sparkling fresh and clean.
Sid first lost a son,
Then two weeks later his own Mollie too,
With two such blows he hung up his spurs
His cowboy days were through.
His life wasn't easy thought it was long
He died at age ninety-three
In the same sandy hills that a lad of fourteen
Once said, "You'll be home to me."
This poem first appeared in the Centennial Edition of the
Nebraska Cattleman Magazine.
Copyright © Marycile Beer | Year Posted 2005
You're growing up so fast these days,
when will it ever stop?
I still remember your first day home,
Lil blue eyes and your golden locks.
You held my finger, with your whole hand,
So tiny you were in my arms
And right then and there, I stood and I swore,
To keep you from any and all harm.
Though that's impossible, I hear you say,
It doesn't keep me from trying.
I would take on and endure any pain,
Just to keep you from crying.
You'll never know the full and complete
Hold you have on my heart, it's God plan,
he has blessed us together,
Knowing one day he will take us apart.
So bare with me baby girl, I'm not any pro
I wasn't born a mother, like being a daughter,
We must learn as we go.
So slow down and enjoy this time,
God gave to you and me
I'll always try to steer you clear,
And aim your pain at me.
But sadly enough there will be days,
When you must carry your own,
But never think I am not there,
It's just part of learning as we go.
I love you baby girl, and rather
Or not you yet to see,
All my advice is filled with love,
Only trying to steer you free.
Copyright © Brandi Ketcherside | Year Posted 2016
Four young fellas rode by around midday.
Sun was strong as whiskey scratching the back of a three day dried throat.
The three girls were out front and Ma came out pointing her loaded shotgun.
Riders like these and the hot sun wasn’t gonna be anything
but a barrel full o’ trouble.
They tipped their hats, asked for water.
Kitty with her blouse all open and them nubile breasts of hers just pouting
like peas in a pod just ready to pop.
Ma saw the way she was eying up that dark haired fella.
She just hollered at her to get her trouble seeking ass inside.
Ginny, the eldest girl, fetched them the water.
Seemed like they weren’t in any hurry to leave, so Ma fired off a shot,
whistled by the blond one’s ears so his horse darn near threw him.
Ma wasn’t the kind to tell anyone anything but once,
cos she said you can’t be wasting the Lord’s precious breath on hard eared scum.
They got the message well enough.
Don’t reckon we’ll be seeing them back this way again any time soon.
Copyright © Patricia L Graham | Year Posted 2014
The Saga of dusty roads of Utah
(To the memory of Don W. Esplin, father of Kathryn Esplin-Oleski)
There he was playing with some mild explosives,
in his own backyard, a resolute boy he is;
the June month had swelled like the taut belly of
a neighborhood lady; the boy wanted to be
a scientist which he became. He, of course could not
envision that all these sepia dust of Utah,
the noon backyard and a young scientist’s narrative
would be remembered by his explosive daughter
and a strange Indian was going to pen a saga.
Alfred Nobel was smiling from a page of a book
The boy rolled a cigarette, the smoke’s curlicues
swirl up to grain the picture. A blast almost choked
the bright blue jays and robins. Defused sun slanted.
The end of the road was just an end of the road
where sun could meet earth, warm grass shook off the heat
and the covert window of the farm house would yield
a father and son talk. Strong argument on
future, on an university, on money
on a world that could differ in generations;
of course the boy, as a father, understood
his girl, then living apart. But distance is in heart.
He would grow up midst dreams. A quirky wind would blow him
here and there; navy, marriage and science,
pharmacology and marriage again; a gust
of wind would take him on a ride that, if he could
read this he would have said, resembled his truck rides
down the roads of Utah. But at that point of time
he was wide awake inside his misty night’s sleep
and an American novel is shooting up
its multiple heads in search of fresh oxygen.
The waves of moon were enjoying a full tide.
=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar
Copyright © Kushal Poddar | Year Posted 2009
Don't ever miss a moment Don't waste time on unnecessary tears
Hold each day like you own it,
before You know it those days will turn to years
You have to learn to forget the past, but still hold it deep within;
You should not change for anyone!
Because you never know for sure, of the ones, who will be there in the end!
Live your life that makes Your heart smile with such a glow,
and remember it doesn't matter what anyone Thinks, only what you know!
We're only human, we all make mistakes; But learn, instead of follow;
The decisions you make today, could make or break your tomorrow!
Baby girl, your still so young, a big world you still look towards,
But that's why I'm here, God, you and I,
Together we'll walk forward!
Laugh like there is no limit, Love cautiously, but True
Don't step on hearts or burn any bridges,
you may need to turn and walk back through!
Please listen to my warnings, about making your life your own;
Cause only You can make You happy,
And the decisions you are making today,
will be your weight when you are grown!
Copyright © Brandi Ketcherside | Year Posted 2016
He was a gunslinger from the lone star state,
With a mind full of anger and a heart full of hate.
He wore two six shooters,one on each hip,
With the notches of the dead cut into the grip.
The eyes of this gunslinger showed no emotion or fear,
Every one kept there eyes on him when he was near.
Then along came a stranger,with a star upon his chest,
Looking for the man from the deep southwest.
He called the man out from the lone star state.
He knew that talking was useless,his words would carry no weight.
As they pulled there guns,the gunslinger gave it his best.
But the bullet that struck first was from the man with the star on his chest.
When the gunslinger hit the ground,the marshal asked him why,
The man from the lone star state showed emotion and shed a tear from his eye.
She was just a kid when the gang rode into town,
She was barely sixteen,why did they gun her down.
You finally put me to rest,the anger and hate will finally subside,
And as the gunslinger past away,the marshal finally knew why.
Copyright © Charles Ruble | Year Posted 2007
A flower will start off as a simple bud/
It then will grow forth !
As when birds in Summer tend to move North/
Yet as the flower may bloom/
There is often found room in which to grow,
Have a positive mindset in life,
There will be many storms !
Yet we all must not allow them,
To dictate what may happen in the future/
Today be a positive light to a darkened place/
Live by example !
Cause many people are watching !
They will be looking for some hidden quality,
Hence, a bit of understanding/
Perhaps it's determination or a great sense of integrity !
Yet without cement to hold a brick it will eventually fall/
This isn't some store bought item that one gets at their nearby mall,
Let all your words be few yet sweet and sincere/
For far too many people in life,
That don't even bother to care/
Just then a little bird had whispered in my ear/
Yet none the worse for wear,
The heart is deceitful above all things !
Still who can know it ?
A true friend is rather polite and sincere/
To the one who will often show it,
Set the standard high for yourself !
For whether you fall,
You will know in your heart/
That you gave it better then some college Joe try,
Try to keep your mind on just one thing/
For this is the essential key to your success !
Copyright © Mario Vitale | Year Posted 2010
Rainbow circle never ends
Mother, sister, daughter, friend
sitting in your circle there
colorful skirts fanned
as you each braid
the other's hair
fills the air
joy & anticipation
for the dance
tonight is shared
Captured now forever
image burned into
this cowboy's heart
reminding me forever
that a circle
has no end
Grandmother, Mother, sister, daughter
Copyright © Catherine Devine | Year Posted 2005
Make Your Family First!
I know a person who had “a change of heart.”
And very shortly his family “fell apart.”
He was involved in doing “so many things.”
He neglected the duty of what family brings!
He became so involved in helping others…
He neglected his wife and his kids’ mother!
At first, he had the best of intentions…
But failed to give his family any kind of attention!
He was so busy, and away from home so much.
It didn’t take long for him to be “out of touch.”
Very soon he found his life “way off course…”
And heading down the path of a divorce!
He began to ask himself the question; “why?”
As he began to hear all of his kids cry!
Beyond all of the chaos and “chatter.”
He decided that his family DOES matter!
He quit doing many of the things he once did.
And asked all of his family to please forgive!
He’s now the kind of dad that he needs to be!
And is with his family so faithfully!
May this be a lesson and reminder to us all!
How quickly we can get up. How quickly we can fall!
May we put an effort into our family
as number one!
Every mom and dad! Daughter and son!
By Jim Pemberton
Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2012
He use to carry guns,Back in the day.
But he had put them up,to start a new way.
He found a wife,and would settle down.
Just a short stretch,on the outside of town.
A young daughter,the two would raise.
And soon forgot, his gunslinger days.
Then they came,their intentions were clear.
To rob and kill,anyone who was here.
They left that house,one thing they would dread.
They didn't make sure,everyone was dead.
He opened his eyes,saw her laying on the floor.
As he caught a glimpse of them,a dozen or more.
He healed from his wounds,laid his little girl to rest.
He vowed for revenge,as he opened the chest.
He put his guns on again,looking straight ahead.
He would not stop,until they all were dead.
Out the door he went,to the house he would never return.
He would go to his grave,with a heart that would burn.
And now you know,the gunslingers story is told.
The killing of his family,and the way it would unfold.
Copyright © Charles Ruble | Year Posted 2008
You can move from
room to room,
House to house,
Or state to state.
Wherever you zoom off to,
His shadow will always be
There to haunt you.
He wants to touch you,
In a very private way,
How long can you stay?
Away from his icy touch?
You can't even
In a diner,
Without him sitting
In a booth beside you.
He's tall and thin
With a long black overcoat
And a dark top hat on.
You can't avoid
Because all you
See is black
When you look
At his face,
While he's hovering
Over your bed
To turn your
Night light on,
One thing is
Sure to happen,
He’ll be sharing
As soon as
Your head hits
Your lace pillowcase.
Let's hope he
Out to trace your
Face with his
Copyright © Marie Harrison | Year Posted 2010
PER CHANCE TO DANCE
Such a simple concept
As per a predestined precept
And both so delicately adept
Each step a HUMBLE bow to the sun
Every beat a REVERENT blessing for the moon
While ceremoniously synchronized to the tune
Every move calculated by an ovation and an overture of PURITY EMBRACED
Each of their steps, by the other, so flawlessly traced
Two hearts too close and each to thusly race
While made, by the MYSTICISM OF MUSIC, to oil her way to grace
Following the other’s lead
Dedicated to the dance indeed
No errant thoughts to collide with memory’s miscalculation
Simply two souls adjudicating adulation
Whilst waltzing with a partner’s poised potential
Midst the essence of an essential
THE EMBODIMENT OF PERFECTION so are they urged with urgency to float
Lifted aloft by every preordained note
As he sweeps her around quite so sensually such as silk waving in an Autumnal breeze
And both with EMBRACEABLE EASE
A PAIR FASTENED and fashioned by fascination while emulating an immaculate EMOTION
Such a very erotic notion
© 2011.…..Phreepoetree~free cee!~
Copyright © jeffry cohan | Year Posted 2011
Silence fills the forest with sullen asps in torment
Gone are the days of free reign through caged fury
With howls of evil torn emotion.
To summon its beckoning call exposed to the elements,
Shadows crawling ant in swift desolation.
A lone stand the powerful wolf
Blackened eyes in proven moments of disaster
We then run in swift abode exposed to laughter proned in fear
The wolf carry's on in search of blood cold vengence in its grasp
Pillaged through the mass of spite
Reflective in its hallow pressed shell
In vengence, we scorn the blade with filtered appease to harm
Alone again in search for food it vomits out debris,
Searching for plants and water to drink,
The running with the wolf pack feeling that I'm never turning back!
Copyright © Mario Vitale | Year Posted 2012
Ask Me no more where Jove bestows when
June is past, the fading roses, for In your beauty's
Orient deep these flowers, as In their cause sleep ask
Me no more whither do stray the golden atoms of the Day;
For in pure love Heaven did prepare those
Powders to enrich your hair ask Me no more whither
Doth haste the nighttingale when May is past;
For In sweet dividing lawn She Winters, and keeps warm Her
Note ask Me no more where those Star's light, that
Downwards fall in dead of Night for in your Eye's they
Sit and there fixed become as In there sphere ask Me
No more if East or West the foundation builds Her spicy
Fragrant sweet violent sent love thou art absolute sole
Lord I gift writing poetry to prove the word we'll now
Appeal to no none of all those thy old Poet's great and tall.
Copyright © Martinez Roberson | Year Posted 2005