Best Champaign Poems
When the party’s over, the rising sun shines, with all eyes squinting
Make-up smeared on face’s, some have slimy snail skin
A woman waiting for a gent to light her cigarette, just hinting
Last thing she remembered the drink in her cup sink’n in
Alas a smoke from the one glaring all night, even his lighter is glinting
That night she lost her balance, her head, and her Gucci slipper
Though in costume, she didn’t feel like Cinderella anymore
Drunk-on champaign they went out to the marina for a dipper
Everyone dancing all night, felt great, with music galore
At the stroke of midnight, on a yacht, a first mate and his skipper
Swirling in gay abandon in her party dress, putting on a show
The first one to leave is deemed a killjoy in this circle fest
They pulled an all-nighter, ‘neith the shroud of the moon’s luscious glow
The first one to leave the event, was weary, in the state of unrest
The sun is setting, the party is ending, a new day calls, a caravan in tow
This is a perfect winter night to tandem thyself with my sizzling nerves
Candle light stuns thy hips moving in wine-red skirt, penning killer curves
O’ watch our bed rose’s flame in moonlight, instating a scene of heaven
Bewitch all my hormones with your fervent lips, sipping glimpses of Champaign
Not the dressing but only the undressing would unveil the unanimous pleasure
Writing a simile is impossible to explicate the true sense of rubbing thou bare
Gripping my hands to thy hips, pinning thy legs, should it get thee so helpless?
Slow like a tide while I move in thee, thou woo me with thy yearning murmurs
Wine in your eyes sets the blaze in my rise, what else on earth is wise than this libido
Dun no why, while I race my insane moves unto thy pulses, thou ever gave a “Go”!
Cruising my fingers down across thy necklace, should it get thee so restless?
Like a roll of wheels, I keep banging with no pauses hoping something clueless
Is this a mission of flooding bliss unto the myriad nerves, in an act of gleeful fission?
I fall on thou with a feel of ousting a “Niagara”; thou hugged me with none between
O’ what a wonder, I am alive though, after halting my heart & glancing the heaven
Beheld I am mesmerized between your pleasing eyes sinking in the ocean of ******
She always cries when she laughs
And every time she takes a bath
She soaks until her fingers wrinkle up
She’d give you the food off her plate
Everywhere she goes she is late
And she drinks fine wine from a paper cup
She likes to dance in the rain
Adds orange juice to her Champaign
And always stops to make faces at the kids
She skinny dips in the moonlight
Knows how to make your wrongs alright
And remembers everything she ever did
She listens when you speak
Lends a hand to those too weak
And always has a word of kindness to share
She drives a bit too fast
Waves at the people she goes past
And the wind loves to tangle up her hair
She gives until it hurts
She looks best in her t-shirts
She wins when she plays poker with the boys
And, she wears my wedding ring
I am lucky to be one other thing
She counts as those things that she enjoys
The dark muddy puddles on road, by rain
can’t bring, I thought, the times bygone again.
My latest home in town’s posh colony
has well buried my past travails and pain.
The days I whined and ran with agony;
the days I starved and craved for small money;
no more exist in memory. I laid
a lid on that dramatic irony.
For great windfall I gained of late, I bade
good bye to mates, for me, who cried and prayed.
Forgot the days I drank rice-soup in grange
with friends and pools in which we splashed and played.
Better were days of need than these deranged,
in binge, in spite of piled fancy mélange.
My food tastes sour; and bitter my Champaign.
I got riches; from me but sleep estranged.
In a flash, life has changed
Whenever I think about you
There is always a smile on my face
Which I cannot explain
May be to all we have exchanged
Remembered and view anew
And most times, in its trace
I wish we could together pump champaign
The moments of trial in which we grow
Lovely makes me laugh
Something is it of your name
That's really awesome and amazing
Things I can't forgo
But wish I can plot on graph
How life you enjoy a game
That every moment goes blazing
Thanks for all the inspiration
Thanks for all the peaceful trouble
Mad for all the little mix
Crazy for all the stubborn chants
Happy your birthday is an appreciation
Happy your birthday bubbles
Cheers your day is well fixed
Grateful your day is worthy a rembrandt
Adebiyi Anu O'Dayo, more years through grace
Fulfill destiny and set a historical pace
Olábòsóyè Wèmímó Oláolúwá cares...
Hey Freddie and Fannie
I am not your nanny,
yet I gave you the big pill
made of 800 bil.
Tell your buddies on Wall Street
whose mothers they would cheat,
that we’re throwin’ the law book
at each scumbag crook.
We’ll seize all the brute’s vile loot
and each golden parachute,
when they jump from the rooftop
we’ll hear a kerplop.
Then we’ll open the champaign
and sadness we won’t feign,
we’ll fashion their carpet bags
into closing bell flags.
For its full glory, listen to my YouTube vesion at:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q6UnHANluOw
From youngsters to seniors,
Free or behind bars,
Persons traumatise,
By sickness,from wars,
Recovering from drugs,
Healing deep scars,
Or just chilling,
Drinking wine with caviare,
I had a dream,my poems,
Read near,read far,
Even by aliens,
Sipping champaign,
On nameless stars...
Poet: Ken Jordan
Poem: Simple Life
Edited by: Sparkle Jordan
written: July/2015
I don't want
a
Victorian,
on
the waterfront,
with
a
Baby Grand
piano
In
the window -
I don't want
to
own
a house
in
the mountains,
to
watch
the falling
snow
in
winter -
What
I really want,
Is
No Frills
simplicity -
I can live
without
Horseback
riding
on
the lagoon -
I'm
not the
one
to fly
in
a
Hot Air balloon -
I don't need
a
Yacht
in
the harbor,
I don't wish
to sail,
the
seven seas -
I just want
peace,
somewhere
out on
the
open range,
where cattle
graze -
where wind
bends,
tall grass
to
leaning -
Where
corn
grows like
hay -
I don't need
a
nine course
meal,
in a
five star
restaurant -
No
flashing
neon lights,
Champaign
or
caviar -
I just want
to
be free,
out
in
the open
air,
where
wild horses
roam -
Hey Freddie and Fannie
I am not your nanny,
yet I gave you the big pill
made of 800 bil.
Tell your buddies on Wall Street
whose mothers they would cheat,
that we’re throwin’ the law book
at each scumbag crook.
We’ll seize all the brute’s vile loot
and each golden parachute,
when they jump from the rooftop
we’ll hear a kerplop.
Then we’ll open the champaign
and sadness we won’t feign,
we’ll fashion their carpet bags
into closing bell flags.
For its full glory, listen to my YouTube vesion at:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q6UnHANluOw
Stretched t-shirt, chains, a mournful tune,
wide smiling guy, a book unsewn,
light hands, light hand, a happy ending,
few hearty words, heaven's wide champaign,
black and white cat and vivid dreams
in which I'm scared and guy's obscene,
this spring and what's to spring of it,
vanilla shake, banana split
and all my love - somehow diffused:
you every now and then get used
to any kind of any lie...
In sober fact I would have died
for happy endings on and on.
And if you doubt, then - yes, that corn.
13.03. 2013
Sweet, Sensational, I glide my fingers down her skin,
Barely but softly touching her sweet soaked flesh,
As I feel beneath I gently kiss the firm of her body,
I look at my loved one and think of the pleasures she could endure.
I decide to test the limits of her sensuality but before I do, I think a little fun,
I spread the mint Ice-cream all over her, but before I slowly lick it off,
I watch as the cold feeling make’s her skin harden, I start there.
My tongue runs in smooth circular motions around the cold of her skin,
I slowly kiss and then suck at the half melted cream that is now running,
Down to her forbidden parts, Forbidden to all but me, I take advantage.
My lips now wet from her desire for me to taste her, I dwell on this moment,
Could this be any better? Or course it can, I haven’t finished yet.
I take her to the kitchen an sit her on the side, I look at her and smile,
As I open the fridge and pop the Champaign, I feel the excitement from her body.
I drape her in cold Champaign and rub the sweet liquid into her skin,
I can no longer contain my urges,
I place her to my lips and with untamed anticipation I bite into her,
Her juices gush into my mouth as a feeling of admiration rushes through me.
Then I take mercy on her as I finish her off, I walk back into my living room,
I sit down and look at my loved one, I offer the last sweet strawberry to her.
As she puts it to her mouth… she turns to me and smiles…
Oh yes.. Here we go again…
Welcome to the grand MGM Hotel! Roll out the red carpet and Champaign for everybody!
Today, we have a very special guest. Welcome to the hottest club on earth! No bells no,
whistles, yes indeed, just devilish business in profit and greed.
This place is a stick of dynamite! This place is hot! No bells no whistles yes indeed,
just devilish business for profit and greed.
We got casinos and neon lights. Just place your bets and roll the dice! Winner takes all.
I will pay top dollar for your soul. I got a contract for sale. Let’s make a deal. No
bells no, whistles, yes indeed, just devilish business in profit and greed.
Just sign on the dotted line. Come on, friend, relax. No problems regarding background
checks and picture identification. We have ATMs instant cash availability. The power to do
anything you want. You can live forever, if your soul desires!
All I want is your soul. Sounds like a win, win situation to me? Any problem reading the
small print? Should you hire a lawyer? Absolutely, we have lawyers down here too!
Unfortunately, people in hell, want ice water
We are not crushed
Like a phoenix we rise
Matching with all resonance
Unto this cause we lay breathe
Until we swim in champaign
The odds: our strength
The truth: our source
Though, the trench our haven
In edifice you abode
But we live ahead of time
Right in the palace of posterity
Now we sail in galloping sea
Then shall there be asphalt
For our beasts
Even if we sleep
Our seeds will engender
Soaring like an eagle
So will the cause be rudder
Then shall our learning be rapid
So we shall beam even at sleep
Tonight I plan to go out and enjoy my time
With some folks of mine that love red wine
There is no reason to say where we go
It could be a bar, or maybe my own home.
I just want to steal away somewhere no one cares
And enjoy a glass of wine that all wish to share
I need a small vacation that lets me relax my mind
Just being alone doesn’t let me unwind.
I beg all of you to come and convey this with me
Hello my associates, why are you strangers to be
Come over there is so much to pass around
I want to take your time that was not found.
Maybe a Merlot, a Cabernet, or Burgundy for you
You see I have them all, and they are all very true.
If my home is not good enough, we could go to the bar,
And order a beer or a glass of Champaign which lasts far.
Anyway the night is young and my pallet is still dry
I would walk far to have a group of my kin nearby
No, loneliness is not good enough, today and evermore
My wine awaits me this moment more and more.
At last I heard a drum beating far away
A beautiful melody played a song this way
My friends heard my cry and were marching forth
How I smiled with joy and sang along of course.
The song continued to chant well into the night
With many toasts of happiness crossing the sight
My kin called me a lover of red wine filled with desire
It was a heavenly group that I shared with and admired.
When the moment came to an end
We parted giggling loudly around the bend
My wishes of a night with red wine came true
And all who came and left were not just a few.
Good night I will remember my companions well
You gave me a holiday that I can awake and retell
Farewell and goodbye until we toast another time
My lips are wet now and experienced great wine.
November 10, 2015
If I were rich what would I have done?
I am thinking of places near and far
Perhaps a lavish mansion
Hidden in the heart of a mysterious land
Its walls build of Far East marbles, embroidered with shiny brass
Glass floors curved with diamonds, crystal Chandeliers hanging from every slant
I would bath every morning in the camel milk
And would put on the finest silk
I would demand kings and queens official visit
To brag about my newest shoe suite!
If I were rich, I could have even lived on the moon
In a spaceship in the shape of a cocoon
I would float instead of walk and do all sort of summersault
And sing Na Na Na Na while watching you catch a bus to work
Or I could take a knapsack and travel the world
Live in every five star hotels
Exclusive room service and personal hosts
I would lift my little finger
When sipping on the most exclusive Champaign
Flirting with fine young gents
And rolling my eyes at beautiful girls
You want me to tell you the truth?
I don’t really want to be rich
I am happy with what God has blessed me with
My family is my greatest treasure
My friends are my assets, my God my golden armor
Why should my heart yearn for any other?
When I am already rich!
Written for "IF YOU WERE RICH, WHERE WOULD YOU LIVE AND WHY?" contest