Tame the treacherous TRESSES.
BEFORE battling BRAVE BEAST
IN IRONIC INTENSE IMPRESSIVE
DANGEROUS DUNGEONFUL DREAMS.
MONUMENTAL MORNING MESS MUSES
BREAKFAST BREAKS BLUENESS
TIME TO TEST THE TERRITORY
SINCE SATURDAY SEEMS SO SLOW
TURN ON THE TV TO TRACK THE TREASURE TROVE
MOSTLY MUSING MOTHER OF MOMENTOUS
NEXT, NUDGE THE NUTS
AND HELP HARRINGTON HUNT HIS HUNCHES
MUST MEAN MERRY MOVIE MUNCHIES
LET'S LOOK AND TAKE A TOSSING TIDE
OR RATHER RUN AND RISK A ROCKY RIDE
THE THEATER TWISTED AND TEASED THEN
FINALLY FINDING THE FEATURE
WE WOUND UP WISHING WE. WERE WISER
WHEN WE REMINISCED ABOUT RIDICULOUSNESS
THE ECHOING END
MY MATINEE FREE-SPIRITED FRIENDS
Poem by: Mr. Ronald Watson
Sep. 13, 2012
My Poetry on PoetrySoup
Stinking thinking/ it leads to drinking./
What moisten the soul without an inkling?/
Unto making a wild left turn /while the right signal light were blinking./
Within a mild mix of rice, hops, and barley,
Since/ it is too much laugher at a karaoke party./
How Elvis sounds like,/ a broken Bob Marley?/
Now it’s as if,/ inhibitions are lowed/
Frozen in time/ and slipping far out of control./
As intuitions of minds does loathe,/ as such weariness echoes for tomorrow./
Yet,/ a stinking breath that smells just as death/ and it's where all funky asses dwells./
Though/ all hung over /and unjustified to flinging heavy heads into that porcelain king,/
Even this is a sight for red sore eyed Kings!/
It is an aftermath of ravishing through them royal purple cloth bags./
So/ afraid to admit that shallowness slowly drags!/
When,a sense of clarity which will just admit it.
That stinking thinking is difficult to kick, but
One day at a time, it is the only way to shine, or get fixed.
Thank youMy Poetry on PoetrySoup
Moon’s Pilgrimage … Across The Sky To Praise
The Maker and All His Wondrous Ways
Moon’s Pilgrimage … Rises High, In Grace
Yet, Still In A Humble – Pilgrim’s Place
Moon’s Pilgrimage … Will Not Betray
All The Moonlight, GOD Lets Display
Tho’ She Moves In His Cosmic-Stage-Play
From His Theme-Theatre, She Will Not Stray
My Pilgrimage … Thru Deep, Dark Space
With Silver-Wings and Beams, I Chase
The Unknown and Known Questions Raised
Will Be Answered, When The Maker Says …
My Pilgrimage … To Touch Heaven’s Face
That Beauteous, Elusive, Mysterious Trace
Borne At The Blessed-Beginning’s Base
My Pilgrimage … Takes Me There To Pray …
My Pilgrimage … Takes Me There To Pay –
My Vows, My Voice, In Vesper-Vase
As This Moon, Is In Harvest – Phase
And Beams Brighter Now … Tho’ Slanted-Gaze
… The Moon … Glowing Ochre-Gold Or Silver
The Moon … Is Making Pilgrimage, Remember
The Moon … Is Trying To Help Deliver
Lost-Souls, Who Can Not Find … Moon River …
… Moon’s Pilgrimage … Keeps Steady Pace
Even Climbing Thru Dense, Cloudy-Lace
Moon’s Pilgrimage … Is Like A Dance, That Sways
Moon’s Pilgrimage … Into The Night’s Embrace … …
Love is like a bottomless pit,
it is neverending,
and I'm fallng in love.
Love is like a vast ocean,
it seems endless,
and now I'm diving,
and I'm falling in love.
Sun beams like Hot Choclate on a blue day...
Soft silky and smooth on your skin...
Butterflies softly floating like falling feathers in the wind...
Gently gliding gracefully over the bright green grass...
Eyelashes brush against your cheek like soft snowflakes on your face...
Fingertips flit freely across your arm...
Together playfully prancing like horses running wild...
Spinning tops twiling tenderly....
Wishes whispered wimsically like pixies playing hopscotch...
Softly calling quietly,
I love you!
This is an Acrostic with Alliteration in the body.....
H aving Heavenly Healing Help
A lways Apply Approving Attitude
P ray Past Problems Perrish
P reventing Presuring Perceptive People
Y earning Yahweh Yuletide Yourself
N urture No Noxious Natives
E veryone Enjoy Each Event
W anting Winning Wellintentioned Wishes
Y es Yell "Yuck" Yearend
E nergy Eventually Exits Evenings
A llow Appropriate Active Attention
R emember Rally Reasonable Recreation
Apples and Azaleas are always around.
Bright beautiful buds bloom while
crisp cultured cabbage and cucumbers
dot the darkened dirt.
Every edible is excellent.
Fame is so far flung for
Grandma's glorious garden that
Handy Horticulture has offered to hire her.
Imagine, envision her incredulity of their insistence.
Just another jovial, jocular juncture in Grandma's jubliant journey.
TLH © 07-11-2012
Corpulent cottagers clapping like clowns
a fat Friday festival, gobblers and gowns.
Merry mad munchers of muffins and mirth
do-si-do dumbly, eaters of earth.
Champagne sugar shoved in a shoe
If love lasts not long, love handles will do.
Look at my magnificent man.
So sweet and sultry and always has a plan.
Every lovely layer I pull back I find gold
When God gave me this glorious man He broke the mold.
Walking and whistling is what he does with ease.
He's always so sweet and satisfying to please.
Taking a bite out of him and take a trip to the dentist.
Any girl would be lucky to be on his love list.
However, this heavenly dream has become just mine.
He's a walking dish---so delicious and divine!
He became such a special surprise on those sultry summer days.
So refreshingly refining that he put me in a haze.
Others I find ogling at my oh so original man.
It used to brutally bother me but, now I understand---
Not many have such a sweet man to go home to.
But ladies, I'll let you look just once, and that's all I can do.
Ladies, I'll give a little advice on landing a good man.
Appreciate all his attributes, even the ones you can't stand.
His sweetness and his smile will always satisfy you.
Bumps and bruises in life will come, so learn to appreciate them too.
My meekness magnified
< Betty Boop bought boyfriend Bimbo some basketballs to bounce
But being blind her boyfriend Bimbo bounced Betty Boop
Boy Betty Boop did boldly bounce bad
This Little Lady Is After My Own Heart
For No matter What She Does Wrong
Her Eyes Seem To Capture The One She Loves LOL
And Also One Of My Favorite Cartoons
Holding hands, happily humming
tunes in harmony.
Hammock swings, halcyon sings
heady tunes for me and my honey.
The heron flies through the skies
heralding days that are sunny.
Standing listening, listening, a brush of air passes by
The whaling, whaling, sound of the voice of the earth
Lisping, lisping, the words of the old and new
Hailing, hailing, you to stop and look and smell the air
The sigh, sigh, of hope that always given in time
Hush, hush, the noise has quieted down to a stop
The brushing, brushing, grass that is laid down by wind
Lashing, lashing, with quickness that cannot be seen
The high, high, notes that can be aching and soon heard
Snapping, snapping, ripping the air apart with its song
The loop, loop, which thrashes the leaves around
Standing, standing, letting the sounds brush around
The opening, opening, of lips pushing the air out
Whistling, whistling, that of which life has not gone out
resembling plump lips,
when no other fantasy could ever excite us more;
creating a lover's luscious desire
anytime you stare at them with a tempting eye...
taste their sweetness and sigh!
growing in sunny fields to delight everyone;
pick many and enjoy them with appetite,
don't forget to fill up your basket
for your noon snacks and strawberry cake...
taste their sweetness and sigh!
dreamed by lovers for their red, attracting color
to invigorate their passion at a later hour;
O sweetheart, kissing you is like tasting them!
Shouldn't I enjoy this feast without haste...
taste their sweetness and sigh?
All across an area
Of poising purple peonies
She's silently secretly stalking
beautiful butterflies betrothed bright blue
Wishing with wonder what wagers would want
From ferociously fluttering fabulous faces
Casting closely to colored camouflaging kaleidoscopes
Until the usually utterly untrustworthy upon the unfortunate
Lands lightly on lips, laminating labyrinths
extreme exultations explode.
bound beautifully in blossoms bossom
bend backwards in in time
the blissful nature nutures the negative
turning on the glow positive energy endeavoring everyone
and goodhearted gladness gathering goodness from within
the kiss planted on your heart heals all hurts
the blessed kiss from an angel
angles the blessing to heal all from within
the time to spread such joy is everyday of the year
the hope abound from a common cause
causes all good cheer from year to year
caressed carefully in caual curiosity
the candles glow brightens away the shadows
the goodness in us all shines thoroughly thru
the bliss of life is overwhelming
and leaves us giddy with hope eternal
and brings spring early into our lives
to liven up the spirits the have darkened over the years
our days shall always have a halo of hope
we just need a little bliss to illuminate it
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
winter whisked without warning
burying birds below snow
hindered happiness hides in hearts
Until sacred spring sails again.
Ravaging roundness renews romance when you are near.
Your raspberry shaded lips linger lovingly to be admired.
Firm and flavorful, flirtingly flaunting each New Year.
Succulent and sweet, sending Sapphic desires inspired.
Latitude of our lasting love litigates to our passion.
Summarizes sensuality securing the scent which fires,
Excitement and endearment, enriching eager fashion,
For favorable forever fervor, fuels favorite desires.
Raspberry aroma allures anticipation of one kiss from thee.
Luscious lips of my LuAnn, I await, another kiss for me.
Constant chewing, carefree child
Blowing bubbles with a smile
Foaming flavors from his face
Lets you know he loves the taste
Constant chewing, carefree child
Blowing bubbles with a smile
Popping sounds shaking his hips
Carlos, clean your copper lips
My mystic mirror
Shades silver stones simultaneously
Later, light leaked
Sleep splashed sincerity
Amidst an aesthetic
smile, stood shining stars
I immediately identified
who was welcoming
morning marvelously; My mother...
Sleep slept, smiles spread
Nightingales nocturnes nurture
Everyone’s erroneous existence equipping earth’s enchantment
Harboring habitual happiness hearts
Projecting plentiful peace plus positivity
Mystifying mankind materializing maternal masses…
They rattle my soul this mourning,
This slim redemptive moment held with in the hands
Of the clock – that lesser god who rankles low the
The vibration of the street; the movement
Of the sheets entwined around my ankles;
I sense the morning brew,
Seraphim dance around my nostrils;
My eyelids, screens of twin rainbow dreams,
The fluid of last night’s dreams has slowed
To level out my desire, for now.
God has banished all illusion,
All sin. All schemes – this moment,
Oh, brother how I breathe,
It stills my swirling soul’s articulation,
They can each have this day,
They billet back moments true and bright and
Their sense of placement drives a nail deep
Within my awareness…
You live in the same house, yet worlds apart,
conflicting interests rise without warning,
and you clash as if it were the first time.
You never talk anymore, it's as if you ignore one another,
passing the other by without even a second glance,
and you never look back.
Why wont you change this, and make an effort to be closer?
why do you just walk on by, when you see the other in pain?
or stop to say, " I love you! ".
Your skies are two different shades of blue,
your both standing in the rain, it's not who did waht,
but rather, who will admit, " It was I ".
Are you not tired of fighting, tired of clashing?
do you not feel as if your going to break in two?
can you not see that your world is a better place together?
It seems that neither of you try,
you just drive that wedge a little deeper,
don't stand against each other, but for one another.
I never hear you say " I love You " as often as you should,
I watch you spend less and less time together as a family,
don't forsake such a treasure.
Don't make a stand and turn away before due time,
point things out in love, instead of watching them fall apart,
your hearts should quake and tears threaten, don't lose it.
Instead of making the same mistake twice,
make an effort to make none at all,
you shouldn't doubt one anothers love.
Desire that the other knows your love is true,
just like you do, keep them in your heart,
and forget not what you are together.
Why must you break apart, and follow after your own hearts,
when your hearts are decietful above all things,
your hearts can live on forever in Christ Jesus; alone.
(c) April 9, 2008
She spins in silly circles,
Ranting in ridiculous rhymes.
Giggling, giddy, and girly,
Forgeting fabled fears.
Twinkling tears tug heartstrings
Of her lover dear.
Take my desires from me and replace them with thine own,
close my eyes that I may see, turn out the lights that are in me so You will shine.
Cut off the side roads so I will not turn away,
draw me nearer so I shall not neglect my first love.
Have I made void these important facts to only replace them with my own desires,
my own wants, my own intents and my own ideas?
Such thoughts of ignorance occupy the space within me,
in my heart that ought to belong to God.
Now I ask? When will I see only truth?
When will this matter?
Lord, take my life and let it be, a shining vessel for thee-
Take me heart, and let it be; always filled with Your love!
(c) October 03, 2007
Absolute apprehension applied around angst…
Feasting from focused feminine filtration…
Mastering magnificent masculine manifestation…
Balance both bonded building brilliant Buddha body…
Enlightened electric energy evades everyone…
Harmonious humanity has hovering happiness halos…
Omnipresent oneness outlasts original
Sin, souls soaking superconscious supremacy…
Many voicemail messages, minutes used
texting you, totally taboo
truly I try to talk tough
all the while
missing you, very much;
phones are fantastic
but no faces to find,
hugs I can't hand you
so I'm still majorly missing you
so many voicemail messages, minutes used
all the while wishing to see you
Savoring spiritual symposiums
Guides genius gifted giving
Relinquish requested results relying
Upon universal understanding
Willingly washes whimpering woes
Developing divine direct doing dispositions
Lighting love lamps
Zinging Zen zephyrs...