Best Grind Poems
I find you alone
in your favorite room of sorrow and suspense,
the woman I cherish more than victory or divine sense,
long untouched, you stare into a sonnet of romantic sadness,
supple shadows dress you in stubborn, gothic passion, a quiet finesse,
they know that I am the speed of your tears and the lover in your trance,
as I see what your heart has wept for, tender acceptance
I understand why my soul seeks your emotional opulence,
with my powerful hands I hug those lonely, sexy shoulders of tired independence,
knowing by the ease of your neck's pining tilt, by the searching gap of your starving lips
no longer are you startled by our love, no more will you deny the lust righteous,
gliding the backs of my fingers up under your smooth chin skin, beauty so generous,
I find you passion thrown,
I undo your bodice and your soft feminine flesh opens onto me
radiating craving that glorifies yearning,
I entreat you to grab my hard affection, to feel the firm rush replete
to place the head of my love within you like a heavy heartbeat,
you obey with unquestioning need, eyes alight, thighs wide
I lunge in deeply, completely, pushing through you a pleasure tide
as you breathe in the handsome shock of your fulfillment
I kiss the soft space inbetween your sumptuous breasts and taste wild wonderment -
J.A.B.
A chill wind stung my cheeks
The sky was sullen gray,
I pulled my collar to my chin
And made my weary way.
Nothing too exciting then,
Just the daily grind.
Eight long hours of tedium
To stultify the mind.
Push a button, pack a box
There's targets to be hit,
Team leaders, motivators,
It's all a load of s##t.
Clocking in, clocking out
Until the weekend's here,
Then I'm off down to the pub,
To meet my good friend, beer.
Entry for
CONTEST NO 495,ANY FORM,ANY THEME,
UP TO A MAX OF 20 LINES Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand
17/9/18. Placed 1st.
Organ grinder
Meat grinder
Bump-and-grind
The workday grind
Get up, get out of bed
Drag a comb across my head
Yeah, Yeah, Paul: You knew that was coming --
Go to work
Pour the coffee
Water the plants
Sharpen some pencils
Head for the water cooler
Trade some stories...gossip a bit
Stall...stall...stall...and stall some more...
Get to the meeting on time
Look engaged
Back to my cubby
And then:
What's this? A poem?
A what? A poem!
A poem appears
comes flying from my fingers
onto the keyboard
up on the screen
read... saved... printed …
posted on social media... 'liked'
All over the internet
Gone viral
I'm a thing
a downright event!
Yeah, sure I got canned
Of course...
Know anyone looking for a new poet?
December 03, 2019
Predictable Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Nina Parmenter
Cradle my body, Deeply into
you, tear me, limb-frm-limb,
Can't deny your pulsing vibes,
380* spins my prime, moving
mountains, amongst, early
dawns, sunlight quake, where
we lost all self-control,
dangerously, Keith Sweats,
song, fornicating, our love....To
another round of sweet
Deveined entwined lyrics,under
bump n' grind, midnights
breaking hour, we co-inside, all
measures of passions love, to
never part...
~CR~
All Rights Reserved
04-18-13
summer cruise
we park in the side road
and backseat grind
She's looking for the answers that noone seems to find.
As the gears in her head begin to twist and grind.
With all the things she sees how does she still feel blind?
Slowly sliding into the darkness.
Making yourself disappear seems like complete bliss.
What do you do when you're dreaming of a black abyss?
She knows with every second she falls farther away.
Telling herself that this can't be the only way.
Should she just sit and hope for a better day?
Is it bad when you lose who you are?
From yourself, is it possible to be to far?
She just continues to wish upon a falling star.
Everyone says just be you..
If you don't know who you are than what do you do?
She asks herself these questions and everything turns blue.
Slowly she falls farther and farther into her own nightmare.
It seems like everyone around her just stops to stare.
In the end she finds herself asking why should I care?
Did you ever let go?
Did you ever not know?
She's wondering which way she should go.
Did you ever push away the ones you should've held close?
Did you ever wish you could escape yourself the most?
She's wishing to just be free.. like a ghost..
Now, tell me this is she simply blind?
Once more the gears begin to twist and grind.
Still looking for the answers that noone seems to find.
shackled
daily wager
sweat of brow not so sweet
muscle and sinews strain, work out
to earn dough for bread, and to work out, too
cyclic diurnal grind of life
cliched, i know, but true
god's creation
enchained
Just like the pleasant zephyr
blowing cool and calm
turns and churns into a storm,
boisterous gale bomb,
Longsuffering mind
can suffer wrong for that long,
then life’s an irked grind.
06.26.2021
For William Kekaula's "Seguidilla" contest
These chains hold me
To a truth that sets me free
These prison bars keep me safe
Until I am ready to be me
This work camp keeps me humble
So I can live with pride
These many limitations release me
From the oppression that lives inside
So if you have no choice
But to be held back
If it's the inspirations
Or the passion that you lack
God is working within you
The power to liberate
The holding tank helps
Your drive to emancipate
So surrender the obsession, your
Endless thoughts to escape
And allow the present moment
To work within you and reshape
Your inner workings that will
Shift so you can grow
And receive the blessings that are
Waiting once you let go.
My own rags to famous rear view status
Counting coins, chasing chaos, catching corners
No stage but life's notorious performers
Missed my bus, recapping my future past
Bone broke dreams, now rocking a killer cast
Actin' as a star but as an extra I thrust
My word in the hat, mainstream is a bust
Leaving tracks on trapped beats
Riding steps tuned to high hat heat
Loose to reality from the high game
Noose to gravity pissed in drunk fame
Making sense to cents in mind
Shoulder to rock, been on the grind
I’ve been working and writing all day.
I keep the creativity flowing always.
Sometimes I still hit that bump,
And it’s tough to overcome.
No matter what comes my way,
I will overcome it anyway.
No matter my state of mind,
I will never forsake the grind.
Give it my all every time,
It’s time for me to live my life.
I won’t stop, and I won’t quit,
My work is not finished yet.
I’m working to get my poems up,
Working to get my skills leveled up.
I was born for this, so I will work for it.
I’m on a mission, with a clear vision.
No matter my state of mind,
I refuse to forsake the grind.
I must give it my all every time,
It’s time for me to live my life.
cotton candy tongue
love the feel and grip nature
pressure point pleasure
I grind my teeth both day and night
I grind them all the time
Except when I’m eating or talking, of course
No relief of it can I find
I got a mouthpiece I wear around
The kind you boil and bite
But it makes me look so deformed
So I wear it at night
But I need something through the day
To protect my teeth while grinding
I’ve thought about the kind that athletes wear
But a satisfactory one I’m not finding
If anyone knows how to break this habit
Please let me know how
My jaws and teeth are hurting badly
And I want to break the habit now!
When you work hard, I know that you’ll find,
That so long as you really don’t mind,
Holding your feet to the grind,
Your efforts will reflect back to you.
A few years ago, I needed to lose weight,
Because my health really wasn’t great,
And when I looked in the mirror, I would hate
What was reflected back to me.
I came to realize it was all up to me,
And that’s the only way it could be,
If I ever seriously wanted to see
My true self reflecting back at me.
So I decided to get off my idle butt,
And find a way to dig out of my rut,
I wanted to do something about my gut,
So my body would reflect my life.
I started to walk, then to run,
Which in the beginning wasn’t fun,
Especially in the hot summer sun,
And my results started to reflect my hard work.
I remember as I was running one day,
I looked at the ground along the way,
And I thought to myself; there’s no way,
That’s my skinny shadow reflecting back to me.
Now, as I look back at what I’ve done,
And the hard-earned victories I have won,
My real effort has only just begun
To reflect what I truly stand for.
And I want to say it would be truly great,
If I could use my experiences to motivate
People who need help and get them to a state
That reflects who they want to be.
So if you’re looking for an encouraging sign,
That everything is going to be fine,
And if you’re willing to commit to the grind,
Maybe my message reflects what you need to do.
The Mushroom Party
Placed an embargo
On Chinese goods
To Mar-a-Largo
It seems that some urns
Were not stuffed with money
Did Kim Jong Un
Pull something funny?
The Donald, of course,
Was not not amused
A star of TV
Should not be abused!
So Rocket Man
Fired off a tweet
"Meat me for lunch"
Which Donald thought, "Sweet"
They both shared a tart
At Great Ego Hall
Then zip-lined to Stormy's
To watch curtains fall
Ivanka's urns
Are now filled with Won
So North Korea
Can blast off at dawn
Two heads together
With la-di-da spiel
Keep our world spinning
When Trump's the Big Wheel