Best Backside Poems
When I first saw you, I noticed such pain...
I wanted to meet you , and find out your name...
So nervous you stood looking around the room...
Your actions so familiar, I once was there too...
Rejected by a lover that really never understood...
Confused and trembling, once in your shoes I stood...
Give me a chance, just a little of your time...
I'll show you comfort, the lasting kind...
So old for my years from the lessons of life...
Our meeting was destiny, I knew this tonight...
Let go of the old, and put it to rest...
I promise my understanding, you will always get...
The backside of nowhere is such a lonely place...
So thankful I found you, before it was to late...
Killington Mountain, one of the largest Ski resorts in New England.
With its webbing of trails, dotted with colourful kaleidioscopic ski outfits;
racing to the Castle they call a Base Lodge.
My Cabin is atop a mountain across two valleys from Killington's backside
I can see the untamed, wild and free side of Mother Nature's: True being
Where deers have no fears, and the Bald Eagle soars Free
I once did a recue mission there, and when all were safe, I walked
Into the forrest of Nature,where mankind had never before intruded
I walked where the Deer, Bed. where the eaglets squawked for food
I saw the Black Bear awake; "Good Morning Mrs. Black Bear"she Yawned
And walked away.I heard the Evergreens giggle as melting snow ticked Pines
The Serenity,Tranquility,enveloped me in Nature's Wonder of the World.
Inspired by Linda(PD) with her Contest: 7 Wonders of the Ancient and
New World. This POEM is one of my 7 Wonders.
This is Dedicated to all POETS who have written about the Autrocitys of
Mankind to " Nature or THE Beauty of Mother Nature in Rhyme "
This is not a Contest Entree
Jim Steneson had a problem with gas
without warning he'd let out a blast.
The stink was obscene
folks escaped the scene
and denounced Jim as a pain in the ass.
Diplomacy's reveal, the hardship of conceive,
the woman bears the fruit to birth
the man does oft deceive!
And if the altar's reached
some freedoms are impeached
although the words "I promise" do not breech!
It must be centered still
the walk within ~ I mill,
no forefront's grave portraying can fulfill!
The backside of the cross
so often scened as loss
was Jesus' spined indenture of emboss!*
My efforts not bereave
this poem itself retrieve
Some virtue I can't leave ~
While in Him . . . . still believe!
*Indenture ~ to decorate in relief.
*Emboss ~ to raise the surface of!
Standing quivering
Vulnerable and still raw
Needing acceptance
Craving a glance….from you
Aching for your hello
Feeling inadequate
Fidgeting hands clamped
Eyes downward
Craving a look….from you
Longing for your hello
Heart sprinting
Pulse tap dancing
Feeling dizzy
Craving a smile…from you
Thirsting for your hello
Feeling dejected
Fearing rejection
Ducking out of sight
Seeing no smile…from you
Hiding from your hello
My movements, strange and nimble like the wind,
from where you stand must surely seem absurd;
and thus, your kind ignores my brushlike end,
instead to watch me dumbly steer a curb.
It's shameful that your eyes have been ensnared
by what you see as antics in the street.
Is not my gaily trailing limb more fair
than highly false perceptions of my feet?
You must be envious of me, though small,
for I can lie in heat, though sweltering,
and rest beneath my bushy parasol:
(I wonder if they're even listening.)
How can you understand my vanity?
Your butts are bare of such extremity!
My lover’s backside makes me weep;
I drew it from memory on the first try
Then traced it over and over again for hours;
His backside is anguished joyous home and
Disturbing wonder caught, entangled
In a moment of Divine vision, Divine humor, Divine confusion;
My hands are too small to cup the thick fleshy softness
Of the two dignified bumps that reside between the
Lower valley of his long back and the upper plains of his sturdy thighs;
It holds my vision in compulsive playback,
An enigma to my mind;
Those two majestic bumps:
They meet in gasp-filled union at the base of
His lower back valley and hesitantly separate
Forming a twined horizon to his being;
At a touch my heart quickens;
I am instantly transported to the moment that
Gave birth to the universe;
The sensation of hot molten lava cascades
Up and down my spine in rapid succession;
I am awed by this beauty;
My lover’s backside is feminine, grounded, earthy
Belonging to the fertile soil
To the deep green fecundity of rain forests and
Tropical isles;
To slide my hands along the lower crest of my lover’s backside
And reach wide till my fingers swoop around the outer most
Curves that ascend to the crevasse of his hip bones;
The back of my throat to goes dry;
Saliva pours from every gland inside my mouth;
My soul surrenders;
My lover’s backside is a prayer
A God moment,
In a perfect and unexpected place.
Used to get a whopping almost every day,
Something I did or something I’d say.
Nobody how far I ran or tried to hide,
I’d end up with a belt on my backside.
Used to blame it on some foreign lands,
President did and everybody clapped their hands,
Still no luck no matter how I tried,
I still got a belt on my backside.
Came up with a story that’s sad but true,
It was everybody elses fault,including you,
No matter what I said I was told I lied,
So here comes another belt on my backside.
Decided to pack my bags and just run away,
Left a note saying catch me if you can,
I came home but no matter how much I cried,
There goes another belt on my backside.
I decided to change before it was too late,
Did it come from above of a twist of fate,
Life is better,now I’ve turned the tide,
No more belts on my backside.
MARTY L WEST