Best Foam Poems
Honeysuckle blooms and between my teeth, I tease it
like nipples on a lover's chest, so sweet though milk
is long gone. Salt and sweet the breast, my tongue flits
amongst love's sweat. Her skin fluid as Chinese silk.
Her juices flow; the ripest mango slit submits
as tears fill the hollow of her throat. None are her ilk,
but I, Mars, know She who has rises from the foam.
Worship her who causes worlds to writhe and moan.
Chilly air of night
A very sad poetic write….
Ocean foam all white
Only if I allow you-how to find the answer
we must enter a trance first.
Run backwards in circles and sing that one song and dance.
That they speak of through speakers that pierce through virgin ears.
You are sure you know who you personally refer to as them.
He is me and you are him.
Together we form the Ironic 3.
Why not?
So it is and so it shall be.
So we shall from this point forward be known as Ironic Inc.
I like that name better…
If a copywriter is pending or already taken,
with the powers of the We; they are going two--willingly…
Hand it over…
In my dreams I sleep so I'm subconscious
I might not remember.
Sometimes my dreams last from late May to early September.
Tall tells of tall fellows and larger than life animals.
Too big for the people, these characters are almost unbelievable.
We the Ironic Zinc, (thanks auto correct) we are now the Ironic Zinc.
We are the real deal without limitations that hold us complacent.
We simply just don't live in that part of the country enough, suitable for basements.
Just trying to get by we scrap to pay rent.
Some of us even live in a tent.
Others are left to wander without shelter, to where ever is desirable to their particulate-clever…?
-Ironic Zinc 4-5-15
sea foam swallows
mine sands
whole
?
~
Warm water caresses,
my mind drifts lingering
somewhere beautiful,
hot surges soothe
exposed flesh while
love melodically drips
between silken sighs,
tempted touches trace
passion’s curves
along smooth lines,
white foam tickles
midst desire’s giggles
as waves form upon
a glistening surface,
pulses rhythmically race
when satisfaction
comes within the
moistened
charms of you
~
In case it is cold where you are tonight. : )
I noticed, once I closed my deal
That no matter what I chose to feel
Everything is so purple and blue teal, ever since I cried out my fears craving to succeed
I've been swiping for hours but not a single face makes me desire
I go out and kick some street, saw some beautiful angels on a streak
Even though I left out my soul, like the heart that you threw on that narrow road
I've been on that vibe and ain't did nothing wrong here
My momma reached out to me and said look what God gave
Gave the years, the eyes and some golden wings
To cross the sky in a silver lining, riding on my thoughts when you were defining what my year was about in a summary
Not constantly but rather instantly became luxury, with some riches in my body and in my back
I'd rather buy me some new feelings, explore more at night, maybe some parks
But at the end, that Asian girl didn't have the spark
Maybe it was the blonde one that keep seeing from a far
Where, where does it all come from?
Thoughts of I'm not worthy of love.
Raspberry bubble bath foam
Relaxes me. It ain't so tough.
Love self so would someone else
Stop making it hard for yourself!
You're still young, you're beautiful
And never looked this good before.
Your head's exploding. Plentiful.
Stop it! Can't take it any more!
The Ocean Foam
Wayfaring sailor.
When mother and seas are one,
The ocean's foam cries.
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
1/ 5/ 2008
In Solitude I Wander
The countryside I roam
Like a fox without a den
I don’t possess a home.
A minstrel on a fiddle
Plucking strings, come rain or snow
With furry friends a-following
To hear this one man show.
Little birds cheep out in tune
Their tweeting symphony
As all of nature comes alive
In joyful harmony.
The trees bow down their branches
As this chorus walks on by
They rustle leaves in honour
Raising spirits to the sky.
12th October 2020
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The waves beat at the shore
Abruptly pouncing
Slowly retreating
Again and again
White froth churning
My eyes watering
My throat tightening
I open my mouth
Nothing
Silence
Water blissfully moving by me
The silence so sweet
Yet saltier than the ocean waves
Neverending cerulean blue
Wading through this Atlantic oblivion
Wallowing in these dark depths
Deeper
Deeper
Laughing
Water filling my lungs
Crying
Needing you
Needing just a breath
A breath of your chlorine
Your toxic gases that are so inviting
That’ll save me
The waves beat against the shore
Abruptly pouncing
Slowly retreating
Again and again
The sea foam takes me, engulfs me swiftly
As if it’s last supper
You just watch
You don’t help me
I float among the waves, as they gently touch my shoulders
Their fingers so cool yet comforting
Something I craved
They whisper nothings in my ear
They encourage me to follow their maniacal, repetitive beating against the shore
I can finally let myself go
And let these waves take my hands and follow their peculiar dance
That is so freeing
In this freeing bliss
I can rest now
Not at peace but at blissful ignorance
And the thought that I tried
foam,rubber steele,can we feel the nuke inside.i would love to stay but i cant,i
gotta ride.
Thanks to the magic of marriage
Had nicely changed Lucy’s carriage
Clearly now, a coming of age;
A new knack for acting the sage…
6:00pm strikes fully at home,
A charming sight on fluffy foam;
White House of a home with its dome!
As she waits, straightens her hair with comb…
For Jim kiss no man can wedge,
Love making that has got the edge,
All-night sex spared displeasing gauge;
They’d go for it with all the rage…
“While Jimmy continues to roam,
He can’t venture as far as Rome.”
Trying to catch and hold you fast
Before you're merely my past
Nowhere I go is home
All hope is but ocean foam
Lost weeps in the undertow
Trying to hold on
Before you unwrap me again
Trying to be strong
Imagining the end before we begin...
I come to all these places
See all these faces
But they're not yours
Not yours
I touch all this sand
All these soft grains
Are the palm of your hand
August 7, 2017
- I firmly press the side of my head against the inside of my left bicep. Leaving my arm at an awkward angle and I looking a bit foolishly. When I release, the imprint of my ear remains etched on the surface. Simple things that a man learns as a child; carried with him into adulthood. Golden memories left in the passed as we stay present in today. Each step that leads up to where you are right now, is evident on the stairs. Memories documented to ensure that we will not forget. Scrap books and picture albums are kept in the keep sake box. Tucked away for safe keeping in the back of the mind. Achievements are commemorated. Only to catch fire and vanish into the memory foam that evaporates.
IZ
2015
Raging Waves Hiku 29
white foam floating on shore
raging waves crashing on reefs~
ocean`s wild dance.