Best Dipping Poems
With her first words she mesmerized his soul,
Of rose water and lavender was her aroma,
Her tip tap of her fairy tale walk was majestic,
A woman of status still in her prime of depth and note,
Wisps of red-hot curls, floating out of control adding
To her appeal, a magnetic touch to the usual
Variety of husband seeking maidens at the ball.
He hurriedly asked her for the opening dance,
She accepted and gracefully took his hand,
He first tested the waters, like a ballerina she danced,
Sadly, the music stopped for an interval, and
So led her back, as her deep smiling hazel brown eyes
Played with his, quizzically asking if she would see him
Again, he bowed and loudly voiced ‘my lady, the next dance
Is mine.’ it was a sweltering July night, she curtsied, and
Walked outside to the patio, attracting every man's attention.
Lord Kingsworth was from Somerset and, the Duchess of York
From Yorkshire, they made a striking couple as they swayed,
Laughed and whirled all night on the dance floor, infatuation
Had certainly crept upon them and the gossip column in
Tomorrow’s Country Times would certainly talk of this romance
And definitely would not let such a juicy piece of scandal escape them.
Lord Edward Kingsworth invited Helen, the duchess of York to a picnic,
Helen, charmingly smiled and accepted, Edward would pick her
Up with his carriage at eleven o`clock the following morning.
He had made up his mind he would ask Helen to become
Betrothed to him, who should he ask for her hand in marriage,
Her eldest brother she explained, as her father had died last
Year of tuberculosis and so it came to pass that after
An engagement of one year which held many ardent nights
And many picnic loving days by the river, which meandered
Close by them, always hurriedly stripping and unashamedly
And joyfully, enjoying the cool water, deliciously naked, finally
Became husband and wife at the beautiful York Cathedral.
What a happy couple they were, and blessed with three
Beautiful little girls who all had their mother’s unruly red hair.
Put on his red bathers you're joking
Too tight something out front it was poking
found another old pair
to cover up pubic hair
He's now off to the ocean for soaking
Now he's looking quite bronze and quite fancy
Ready to meet his girlfriend who's called Nancy
on the sand they will walk
hold hands while they talk
One day she might be his fiancee
Find a spot that's private and shady
to skinny dip with his beautiful lady
several others have come
they see his lily white bum
His girl's given surname it's O'grady
From ocean water body's cool, appetisingly salty
Sun burnt skin's feeling sore and quite faulty
He wants to bonk on the shore
She says no that's for sure
He says your excuse is unloving and paltry
His ex girlfriends name was Cecelia
Too often he wanted to feel her
with legs very bandy
he was often so randy
In the sun in in the hay made love to this sheila
Now this oversexed man so begotten
So naughty they smacked his big bottom
but he wasn't deterred
still did what he preferred
Loved underwear made out of soft cotton
Now it's summer he's feeling quite warm
Many old tricks he does often perform
out in his work shed
there's a double sized bed
Where they shed all the clothes that are worn
It's now time for a warm summer party
Can attend it's casual not arty farty
still daylight at nine
have a whopping good time
Good conversation and laughter that's hearty
By Dipping The Pen
By dipping the pen
We open our mouths
And become responsible
For all that comes out.
Written by John Posey
8/16/14
Entered in PD’s Contest
“Any poem under five lines #2”
One fine day, as hot as Hades,
Six respectable old ladies
Decided they would take a trip
Before the winter chill could nip.
They drove out to the countryside
With rolling hills and river wide.
The place was quiet, full of charm,
But, oh dear me, the weather warm.
Gran became a trifle naughty
Heat made her a little potty
Decided she would take a chance
You only have one life to dance.
Removing both her diamond rings
She cast off all her under things
And dived into the swimming hole
Then with a flash, the show she stole.
This lady in her autumn years
Was young at heart, for her, three cheers.
The other ladies’ eyes, they popped.
While with their hankies, brows they mopped.
Then one declared, ‘It looks so cool.’
And all at once, a river full
Of naked ladies having fun
Beneath the hot and blazing sun.
The waves are lapping,do I dare to say
that they are tickling my bare bottom so.
And I am laughing out loud as we play.
My sweet darlin' and I go toe-to-toe
as into the deep blue yonder we go.
He traces all the freckles on my back;
it seems he nearly has a heart attack!
As I start to shake out my long,wet hair
he finds he's face to face with my clothes rack.
You see,I'm standing up now,proud and bare!
There was a time when I was very shy;
you wouldn't catch me undressed in the light.
But then one day I met my special guy
who let me know that my curves were just right.
My naked form was a beautiful sight.
So we swim around this ocean like fish.
I'll whisper in his ear and grant each wish.
When we reach the shore we'll roll in the sand
like sugared doughnuts stacked up on a dish.
I feel wild and free as I take his hand.
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The water looks so inviting,
walking on private property;
Hanging out by the boats at night,
going where we have never been;
‘Keep Out!’ sign exhilarating!
We could hop in but have to flee;
Mellow out under the moonlight,
feeling the waves lap at our skin;
Clothing disappears not in sight;
Skinny dipping is forbidden.
We are at the junction of the Little River and the Ottawa River,
journeying into the Canadian wilderness by canoe, the
paddles stroke slowly into the water, paddles heavily incised
with vines and flowers, and I am dipping my hair into the deep blue.
Spirit, is a native man in a crisp white shirt, his head shaved
but for one braid with feathers, his blue leggings enthrall
me, intricate beaded moccasins are sublime, his leather
pouch and glass jewelry lovely, I think I love him . . .
Falcon, a beautiful man with raven hair falling down his back,
his feathers are fluttering in the wind, he has dangling earrings,
a red cape edged with gold threads, his beads are exquisite,
and he is telling me stories and smiling at me . . .
I could love him, and I am dipping my hair into the deep blue.
O, how can this Ojibwe girl choose, I love them both . . .
I truly do, but luckily for me this is a dream and I can love both.
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December 10, 2012
Poetry/Narrative/Dipping My Hair Into The Blue
Copyright Protected, ID 12-1086-821-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted to Standard Contest 520
sponsor, Brian Strand
First Place
A misty fog dissipates at Dawn's first light,
yet a glaze of morning dew lingers.
And a scarlet sun slowly rises
on this misty Autumn morn.
Through hope or happy happenstance,
I perceive an undertone of whispers
as silks and satins rustle
in the breeze with a telltale flutter.
An Angel has strayed from heaven;
her beauty holds me transfixed.
And as her smile greets mine,
we embrace and passionately kiss.
Her lips unlock my heart with keys of desire,
oblivious to sin or folly.
And curious tongues indulge in exploration,
acquiescing to passion's will.
Aroused, we succumb to naked flesh,
skinny-dipping in intimate pools of pleasure,
and synchronize our heartbeats with
the opus of our souls.
And this boundless moment arrives
For late noon’s sunset to drop its glimmer--
In one final hour, the immense ray succumbs
Clutching with it a vastness, brilliant;
And the hue of moonshine daintily peeps,
That through sky’s tableau, a portrait hangs low
While this juncture between daytime and evening
Invites me to render a prayer of hope,
As the red-gold sundown chants mildly
From its final dip to hum: “ Radiate within!"
Upon the prologue of a time, I ache ;
For sunset’s immense beauty vanishing
Red- orange like a mantle, widespread,
Now all flushed under city quay's bed
Leaving me in tears as it slowly drowns.
Broken Wing's Form V - Verse Me A Poem
10/2/2017
Skinny Dipping in your love
to gentle coos of mourning dove;
(dreams that I’ve been dreaming of)
while lying ‘neath the stars above.
Love so deep, cerulean blue,
dive in head first, this love ensue;
dreams of hearts that touch anew
make ripples in this brilliant hue.
Love so warm like mineral spring
that flows ‘round hearts as breezes bring
effervescence to this fling
as whispers from the heavens sing.
April 16, 2019
This poem was born when a friend mentioned diving
head first into love; I immediately thought when you
dive into love, you bare your soul and thus you are
skinny dipping in love. Just a different take on falling in love.
DIPPING MY QUILL IN MOON-INK
Lantern swings, overhead, in brilliant thought
Moonglow tickles the writer’s plumage
Nightingale’s nom de plume
Opus tweets out sweet lyrics.
Recklessly romantic in clinging full-length nightgown
9/30/2017
Sara Kendrick's Let's Do Some Alphabet Contest
Hot nubile maidens in the nude,
All extroverts with attitude.
Curvaceous figures well endowed,
Slink down the staircase heads unbowed.
Provocative, with open arms,
Displaying all their female charms.
While not for prudes this girlie stuff,
It's skinny dipping in the buff.
Cold water soothes their suntanned skin,
And cools their ardour deep within.
Their wild antics, may go unseen,
As night- times darkness shrouds the scene.
But they forget security,
Captures them, on c.c.t.v.
10 / 15 / 2019.
Heart does butterfly flips
When he kisses Lilly lips
Breeze blows blues away
At ease spring lovers at play
A little nip at his neck
Tender makes soft and wet
Forehead with beads of sweat
Touches of love never forget
Sundress glows in gold rays
Story told of bold soul days
That now shows a red face
Satin underneath ravishing place
Birds sing sweetly a new song
He discreetly totes heart along
Like bell ringing wind chime chirp
Sage eyes drinking his chest no shirt
Skinny dipping is not amber allowed
We’re not tripping no one here now
Except earthworms fish and bull frogs
Jump in with me let’s cool off
Skinny dipping in shade of a tree
Hearts skipping like pebble on spring
Color me naughty full of passion for you
Fun spring love under skies in youth
He was angry with me today
Bottled up frustration
Kicked the soul out of him
And his love for me
He hates me today
I hate myself
But he would say
Darling, you always have...
This is me
Dipping in and out
Of sorrowful and euphoria
I smile and I cry
He has always been
My escort
Carrying my bags
Wondering where next I will be
I asked him to carry so much
I asked him to see too much
I asked him to cope with too much
I asked him to love me too much
This is me
Dipping in and out
Of sorrowful and euphoria
I smile and I cry
(This is a fictional poem)
I'm a politician but I'm not one who the people can trust.
Like Bill Clinton I'm fat and full of lust.
For years i've been dipping into the till.
I take a thousand here, a thousand there, it's easy to steal.
I drive a Porsche and I own a yacht.
They'll throw my ___ in jail if I get caught.
I've been a crooked politician for years.
I make promises while I campaign but I'm never sincere.
My wife says if I don't buy her a Rolls-Royce, she'll turn me in.
I guess I'll have to dip into the till again.
I wonder if people will ever find out that I've broken plenty of laws.
If I was an actor, I could play three roles in the Wizard of Oz.
I have no courage, no heart and no brain.
If you vote for me, you must be insane.
If you vote for my opponent, it will be for the best.
I've heard that he's actually honest.