Best Crooking Poems
Written by Tim Smith and Seren Roberts
Across the room I slowly walk
Hips swaying, smile in place
Sensually I use my body to talk
Holding out my hands to touch his face
Here she comes, walking my way
Beauty and grace, with a smile in place
Look at her swing, look at her sway
Oh how I want to kiss that sweet face
Gently I bring his face close to mine
Looked into his eyes, desire written there
Hungrily kiss his lips, they feel divine
I stroke his neck, ruffling his hair
She pulls me in, much to my surprise
Aromatic perfume, she's heaven sent
Glow to her face, twinkle in her eyes
Her touches so sweet, I must be a gent
Crooking my finger he follows at last
I wait til his body is close to mine
Slowly I turn, my heart beating fast
Look on his face is saying all is fine.
Following close when she calls to me
Feelings so strong, feelings so right
My heart beating fast, she sets me free
Our heat steaming up, on this brisk night
Just goes to prove with a smile and a sway
A gal can entice a guy in a seductive way
Our Congress has been overlooking
The wisdom of old Granny Lu-Ching
She was full blooded Chinese
And said, "Beware strange foods please
Of crooks that won't eat their own crooking!"
Timothy I. Brumley
howling wind danced over,
dripping tree heads wet in shower!
noisy thunder
terrific lightening.
like a mourning widow
sky cried whole night, under the shadow!
frightening every little life on earth
weakened by summer,
many forgot to breath...
long waited monsoon
finally arrived!
to test the strength
of few who survived...
delighted frogs crooking
to find their mate
feathery onlookers lost some inmates..
thorny bushes covered the trail of river bed
snake like the shape, revealed
when the lightening hit the head.
darkness and fear
was smelled everywhere!
when morning comes
will anyone be there?
And I see the Sun rays
piercing the horizon,
to shun her pearl drop tears!
Alas, no more darkness, no more fear..
fallen rain started rolling down the pebbles
no more darkness, no more fear..
her mourning turned to sparkling smile..
thousands of diamonds glittering to nail..
I wonder, IS IT NILE? :
The blood river will turn back white
Lilies will overcome river surface
Fish will make river their abode
The cloud will cry in love
Cry no more son
Stretch not your lacrymal son
Our days of joy is come
Our tale will make the book of history
Of our agony,though great will be late(dead)
Our pain,a flame buried in dark
Cry no more son,we have won
Our elegy is gone,Requiem vanished
Cry no more
The trumpet of our elephant will go loud;
Break ears,make world talk like a crooking frog
The leaves will speak of rain and fog
Cry no more son,a new song is come
Cry no more,your mates are come
The war is gone,the field is yours
Make river your ball,play in dark and hunt;
Kill,catch games of all sort
Cry no more son,we have won
Our days of pain are gone
Your whole world has plunged into darkness
Your life has become a sorry mess
You feel hemmed in by that wall of stones
While the damp of despair swamps your bones
Rats prowl in the corners of your mind
Never and nowhere peace can you find
All outside walk, joyful in their sun
Blind to the mental pain you are on
In your maze you're totally confined
Each regret heavily underlined
Sardonic Death crooking his finger
Beckons you no longer to linger
He offers gas, drugs, drowning or rope
Markers of that final loss of hope
His door swings open. At his invite
Will you walk through into blissful night?
Temptations crooking fingers pinched a nerve
seducing me in moments of distress,
and I, so hungry for the calming curves;
I flirted with my old desire I guess.
The lapse perhaps is just a lapse and yet
the guilt is still too raw, the smoke too fresh.
How can I cure a failure and forget
the rituals that haunt my tainted chest?
Ah, time, sweet time won't fleece this strung-out fool
of weaknesses that count backwards to when
I worshipped you by cartons, let you rule
just as I let you rule my moods again.
I've not forgotten you, not one small trace,
the cough, the rasp, the residue I taste.