Best Clad Poems
Wishing the kiss of sunlight was the warmth of ruddy lips,
the crisp breeze, the sharp scratch, desire.. from your finger tips.
remembering, the emerald grass blades teasing my back and neck,
the heat of earth enfolding me, your wish was not suspect.
The crisp breeze, the sharp scratch, desire.. from your finger tips,
sent shivers of purple passion across my up turned hips.
The heat of earth enfolding me, your wish was not suspect,
promises faithfully taken quickly broke through false neglect.
Sent shivers of purple passion across my up turned hips
to a garden long untended, he came with marksmanship.
Promises faithfully taken, quickly broke through false neglect,
and the damn of longing’s token was broken without regret.
A tear teases eye when the sun shines buys, so much happiness.
remembering, the emerald grass blades teasing my back and neck.
Dreaming of love in the rye grass, star clad in eagerness,
wishing the kiss of sunlight was the warmth of ruddy lips.
* revisited often in my dreams
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Men will slobber and drool when at the beach
Cuz bikinied women are out of reach
So eat your hearts out, men
For those girls you will yen
Fine women would consider you a leech
Men are enticed by girls with flat tummies
Though theirs are obese from eating yummies
They can keep dreaming
With beady eyes gleaming
Some of the male gender are such dummies
Men think of untying bikini strings
Of Victoria Secret girls with wings
They'd like to touch their tush
or better yet their.... shush!
Men want to do so many wicked things
Ogling girls clad in skimpy bikinis
Wishing they had three wishes from genies
Each one would be the same
Trying to UP their game
With enlargements for their teeny weenies
Turn about's always considered fair play
Many women would be glad for a lay
With a well muscled stud
Who would heat up her blood
Spendin' a lil time rollin' in the hay
Bikini clad girl
Hair so blond
Brushed and stroked
By her Highland fond
Bikini clad girl
Skin so tanned
Scented oils
Massaged and manned
Bikini clad girl
In wanting touch
From her Highlander
She adores so much
Bikini clad girl
In loving pose
Her Eagle grows
For her garden Rose
Bikini clad girl
Join of their frames
Pouring of passion
Inside her rained
Bikini clad girl
Blushed in sync
Her Rose in bloom
The prettiest of pink
Bikini clad girl
So content in love
To the blue sky she looks
Her soaring Eagle above
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With His arms wide open and His head bowed low
He prayed to His Father, without making a show
Two thieves at His side, one repented one not
Savior of this world, gave it all He got
They placed Him in a tomb and rolled up the stone
all that was left of Him was flesh and bone
"Mary, why do you cry? " He softly asked her
she saw Him in full view & her heart began to stir
He left His body and flew through the sky
unrestrained, for He refused to die
Yes He rose from the dead and for that we are glad,
barefooted He ascended into heaven, in white clad.
To persevere and forge ahead
To be strong when times are tough.
All night and day work hard and tread
Only a few could call their bluff.
Emotion masked yet deep inside
To persever and forge ahead
Strutting only with that known stride.
Attitude must remain well read.
Iron clad yet ice cream within
Not cold but hot with desire
To persevere and forge ahead
A candle with a bright fire.
A heart of gold that's fun to see
Kind of like a ride on a sled.
Like staring at a deep blue sea
To persever and forge ahead.
Long long ago in the days of yore
Lived a gorgeous filly, made the young studs roar
Was scantily clad
Delighting each lad
Just writing about her makes me writhe on the floor
© Jack Ellison 2015
Snow clad mountain
Help me through my ordeal
The fangs of racism
Within Its Shining Green-clad Domes
How stirs the heart when Nature sings
within its shining green-clad domes!
O' what astounding beauty it brings,
contrasting our dull man-made homes!
Blue skies above, grace Nature's plays
its creatures dancing to its tunes.
Across blue earth these green arrays
rival clear nights brightest moons!
Always there, found by its ardent fans
teeming life jousting in their dance.
Forever resisting man's foolish plans,
inspiring beauty, love and romance.
Will man ever learn to see its soul?
Will he conquer his heart black as coal?
Robert J. Lindley,
April 24th 1988
Summertime beauty
Her figure is a delight
Perfection of curve
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A young man eager with intentions but shy at heart
The sun had nearly dried his soul, yet he held
And her violent sickness still lingered in the darkness
He dwelled quietly in the basement under warm blankets
Alone apparent in the empty evenings pining for everything
And then a jerk, hard and firm, like a helpful noose
To the crucible of command, burning over his men
His voice strained in the dust and drought
As the sun once again flailed fat from his flanks
A ripe piglet for the blades of men, a hard path
The red ran out of the rose, and much for misery
No more simple smiles, just pain and pressure
His skin began to blister, there was nothing left to do
Late one night he gave in and the shell began to form
Wrought iron, his soul would forever be tempered
Harder it grew, though he wished to remain supple
There was no choice, no option, and then the return
A gap in guard but then a new blaze on the horizon
No rest, no hope, no more candles, just more iron
Complete armor for the onslaught, just to survive
But with that iron, with that protection came a darkness
Ferrous parts drew out from the air an ill corrosion
It grew and grew on the outer shell, but he could not see.
Another ally? They would not mistake his kindness
This darkness would speak for him, speak his piece
No need for love or selflessness, no need for others
Just his own needs, no one else matters, only him
The darkness spoke volumes and he relented
"Take what you want, the heck with the rest, they are weak"
And he allowed it, he indulged it, he became It
So many passed by his sentinel in mournful tears
But then a foolish mistake, a murder on his watch
A life in another, this was not their future, but
It was so real, so close, so stupid, a tyrant's death
There would be blood this night for such a mistake
He sat up inside the shell, in front of his new voice
"No more hearts, I do not want to see another bleed"
The corrosive veil leaned in on his capture and whispered
"You are weak; you will not make it without me"
In shock of his complacence, the young man stirred
Cast in nickel, the equalizer was locked and loaded
"Out damn spot" the young man thundered
The corrosion smiled, "You don't have it in you"
A cold barrel pressed against his temple
"By God I do" tears down his cheeks, swollen eyes
The young man leaned forward and wept hard
Gun to his head, demons in his heart, but not alone
"I don't want to die, I don't want to die!"
Click, CLICK, screaming for it's life, the darkness…
"You are nothing without me, nothing, NOTHING…"
The young man slowly took the shells out of the gun
The thing that had held him and protected him for so long
Was now lying dead in a wretched pile on the floor next to his chair
The young man then wept further, for he knew he had killed a friend
His protector was his demon, and his demon was now dead.
This waning season
renouncing its joys clad in
saffron of a monk
19.3.2021
Lets get Creative
Whirling flakes of fantasy softly tango,
cheek to cheek, or modestly waltzing strangers.
Blizzard whiteout buffaloes moon and starlight,
cloaking the lovers.
Frozen fountain, brazenly fetching, catching
coins of ice, those stupefied flattened pennies.
Queen of snow and fairies do bluster shavings.
Breathless the statue.
Snowmen slurry tottering, wayward listing.
Melting, baring, chattering cherub crystals.
Water flowing merrily whistles sport at
winter’s undressing.
When it comes to love some run hot and cold
They never give love a chance to fully unfold
Over and over again they've been a victim of rejection
So they become afraid and sparse with their affection
They tie their heart with an imaginary string
So the can reel it in before they feel loves sting
They erect a wall when they start to get close
A barrier goes up so their true feelings they don't expose
They wear this armor so their heart they can protect
Because rejection is what they ultimately expect
They're caught in a tug of war between head and heart
Should they take a risk or not even start
They push people away;make them feel ignored
When they really just want to be loved and adored
True love is what they are virtually after
To live a life full of love,joy and laughter
So subconsciously they test who is going to stay
Weed out the ones who will just walk away
They are looking for the one who will patiently wait
To give them the key to the iron clad gate
-C.A.Saputo xoxo
Raging battle of sense and emotion
Envelops my world... No escape...
So unbearable this devotion
And my heart's no longer safe.
My burden of pain will not lessen
To endurance my soul will commit
Am I bound to learn one more lesson?
Before I'm allowed to quit.
If you only hung on for a fraction
To the moment before it ends
But for you I was only distraction,
Stepping stone to make ammends.
I am facing the end of this fight.
Never turning or looking back.
I was destined to wear white
And instead I am clad in black.