Best Exchange Poems
To Brian From Mandy
My gift I give to you is more of a character inspection
I give you permission to leave your ongoing introspection
Stop worrying your artistic self with form and stanza true
Let yourself, really go and lets find the real you.
You are educated and artistic but that’s what your blogs say
Just express you yourself, and not quote other poets for just one day.
My gift is given in love, I would like to hear the real you
Not the man behind the educated artistic, and the formal poet too.
Please take my gift as it is given in love, and let yourself really go
I can’t wait to see the real you when your artistic juices flow.
You study form and stick to it but the more that you try
To get it right, which you do, I feel the real you pass on by.
For your excellent poetry and your artistic talent too,
I know you will give thanks to God, for giving them to you
.
Use them once for you, be selfish, don’t worry about form one day.
And lets the words flow from you, and not what other poets say.
Eyes of sapphire rouse my spirit.
Lull me senseless, love me blind.
Hands clasped, lips intertwined
in a passion fuelled clash
of love and lustre.
Smile sirene concealed within
as in my arms ...
Beauty sleeps.
The spiral staircase made her high heels sing
as quickly she descended to ground floor.
She’d pulled it off! Her briefcase held the proof.
How proud of her would be her paramour!
How carefully they’d planned the pefect heist.
He’d groomed her well in all she had to do.
She’d faked credentials and gained trust in them.
Then precious relics she had access to.
From here, the City Churches pierced the mist
where they would meet. Her man made no mistakes.
She’d take a case identical from him,
return to the museum with the fakes!
While making the exchange, she nervously
had dropped the case of relics! He was there
to quickly stuff them back in their briefcase.
He closed it, and now smiling, crossed the square.
The fakes in hand, back to her job she ran,
clueless that her man she’d not see again!
June 6, 2018
for Viv Wigley's One Nine And Sixteen Upgrade Version Poetry Contest
your output
to the universe
comes back to you
like a "Return to Sender" mail.
if you treat people
with utmost respect and dignity,
they'll reciprocate;
treasure in, treasure out.
the same can be said
of maltreatment,
it's always repaid in kind;
garbage in, garbage out.
it's a fair trade,
every time.
in this cruel, savage world,
sprinkle in a handful of tenderness.
one is infinitely better off
trading meanness
with kindness.
it's much easier being...
a good human being.
it's far from expensive;
buy into it, it costs
less than a penny!
a limerick
No longer sweehearts, but I need a gift.
For just a day can we forego our rift?
You get me a puppy dog;
I'll buy you a marble frog.
On Valentine morn, exchange will be swift.
I'll treasure the frog, hand-picked and hand made;
you'll dote on your puppy without charade.
The gifts are no bother
we'll share with each other.
Just be glad, I didn't choose a grenade.
Butcher "If this is not the best beef you have ever had....I'll lick your toes!!"
Customer, "Well I know that it is not any good right now! I need my toes bathed!"
Heat Exchange
A family may be dysfunctional, when push comes to shove, they protect each other.
12/6/2015
One liners three - Poetry Contest " Family"
Sponsored by: Silent One
A Sleepless Exchange
A restless night wears the battle scars
of dreams shattered in daylight hours
An owl echoes the objection in the darkness
as the turning of a ceiling fan counts
the seconds of hours, spin by spin
A limb scrapes the shingles
as the wind recalls the turbulence---
howling through the barren branches
forlorn of the leaves of chlorophyll
Tangled in the sheets of acceptance
where barter plays no role
A stone pillow beneath my head
while the albatross of broken heart
weighs heavily on the chest
A train rumbles in the distance,
with dejected warning…blows its horn
nearing tomorrow, tickets in hand
the receipt of acknowledgment
a sleepless exchange
All Rights Reserved @ Debra Squyres 2013
You have made me as I am,
Broken and irreparable, tossed aside
In the darkest place imaginable
I am now huddled,
Broken and Ravaged,
How can I recover?
When you insist on tearing open my wounds,
At the first sign of a scar.
This is what you have condemned me to,
This darkness, betrayal,
I am undone, you, my undoing,
You have seen me,
My permission granted
To do what you will,
My mistake, my one true folly embedded with regret,
Such delicate matters for one as unfit,
As you have revealed yourself to be,
Incapable of ever truly loving me,
Those words you have chanted upon my unwise ear,
I see now the hollow nature they wear,
No substance behind the seams of your lies,
No passion within your sighs,
No promise in your eyes, no hope in your words,
Garments disguised the emptiness of the absurd,
The absurd disguised in belief of love,
The lover disguised as bliss thereof,
Endearments spoken and all care tossed aside,
Swimming in the unknown beckoning of the tides,
I blame you not,
For it was by my hand,
That condemned me to this deserted land,
Where nothing grows,
No water flows,
No song upon the wind,
No acknowledgement of sin,
No life within me,
No life without me,
No shudders in the dark,
No warmth in the morn,
No careless whispers at the peak of dawn,
Trust lives here, trust is rot,
My soul is weary, my wounds are not.
Older
wiser
richer
poorer
cleaner, cook, carer,
maid stupid,
to rock back and forth,
in the basement,
fire burning,
fetch the engine,
deck the halls and check the malls,
all on a Saturday night,
fight night,
one last chance,
true romance,
and every, dirty, secret,
deleted erased and buried,
gripped in teeth,
the lies,
the lullabies,
the monkeyed eyes,
pulverise
the butter flies.
Fingertips .com,
we are here to be touched.
Many of us are confused as to value, the convenience of money
O not long ago, GOLD was the real money, today "feelings" hold sway
No paper is wealth, except if it allows for BARTER (Covid-19 has a say!)
Every freshman ought to know: money are notes (promissory)
Your reputation backs money: see "credit" dry up when U don't pay!
NOTE: If you pay attention, or if U did with the rise of PRC. China, since the 1980s, it was a decision made by the G8 nations, that allowed "communist China" to try selling goods to the world at huge profits. Now that a new Cold War exists between Trump's US & the Comrade Capitalists in China, the so-called wealth of China-PRC, will diminish significantly. Politics makes "money for us."
Underneath her heart is the Fathers breath
Under her mind feelings of loving bliss
And under her apparel those the clothes she adorns
Ravishing silks, perfumed and her tapered body
Scented and oiled for her husband
A view of nakedness amidst this cloaked skins of cloth
~
He is arouse high off her innermost spirit
Parts of his eyes explore the beauty she hides
on the following morning they exchange hearts
Bathing in each other’s arms loving as such in the Bridal Chamber
Now legally wed they surcom to their bed
was natural ravishing bodily touchingly
2/3/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
Her voice, her tone bewitched
Like every staircase, escalator...
ever travelled all stopping
at her door...
Her voice mail was a taxi fare away...
Exchanges carried by fearless inhibition...
Like a storm without direction...
All weathers applaud her...
This reflection of her voice...
Mirrored by distant yet doubtless tone...
This tone, this honesty, this love...
This exchange...All angels know...
Winter chills my bones
But you warm me to the core
Hold me tightly then
Burn me; fire me up tonight
As fire emits love
You are the source of the flame
For eternity
You’ll be the fire in my heart
And I’ll be the fire in yours
Shaken snow globe disarray
Stark format unfamiliar
Relocated mountain ranges
Jacket assets of chameleon
Wobbled flesh given for return
Eyeballers display dollars
Fixated focus planted firm
Subject unacknowledged
Drifting body parts ignite
Lust of lurid possibility
From actuality retired
Maggot eaten depravity
Gyraters' slip into depiction
Resigned, pilot drives auto
Puckered faces maintain rhythm
Minds' contents, peeled potato
Stiletto gripping charicature
Formed from Adam's vital rib
Collared stilled near provocatuer
Audience outcome pathetic
Satirical image conjured as ideal
Patron clean faced gullible
Sensation powders scene unreal
Hand fulls of snowballs - impossible!