Best Hales Poems
Hiding into the darkness of the alley
The wetness of the rain
Soaked upon my skin
My nakedness shows through my cotton dress
My hair drips as the rain drops fall
My breasts are potent with influence
Your hand sweeps across to touch my raised nipple
A budding rose lays within your finger tips
A sudden urgency to kiss my red lips
A silence so aloud there is no crowd
A force as you tear away my cloth from my soul
I throw my head back as you pick me from the ground
My tense leg wrapped around you
A must as you take a gasp as you enter
A wildness of the rain a wildness of the act
Nothing to distract as the beating of the rain hits down
Moments of pleasure of once hidden treasure
My breath is forsaken of this making
A pace to hard to disguise
Lighting starts the thunder rides my blood
A love shown through ravishing within
Precious delight reach all magic pulses sing
My scream is cried out
As red lips are kissed at midnight ...
Sarah Hales
A clinging coolness in the morning air
Makes boyhood autumns live once more—
Blue-ribbon produce at the county fair,
Father trimming a newly sticking door.
Walking to school on frost-crusted leaves,
I worry about what awaits me in fifth grade.
Water dripping from icicles hanging on eaves
Temporarily distracts me from being afraid.
I develop a crush on my teacher, Miss Hales.
She stirs something mysterious inside me.
It’s clear in this season I will face new trails,
Including the allurement of a grown-up she.
Peers make light of the patches on my coat
Lovingly stitched by my Mother one night.
I find it unseemly they are wont to gloat,
But they are unaware of my family’s plight.
Radio was the rage during my tender years.
I ran home after school to hear more and more
Spoken by heroes who vanquished all fears.
While real heroes were dying in the gore of war.
Autumn’s advent brings a flurry of emotions.
They happen like snowfall year after year.
I smile at them now, noting boyish notions,
But morning air leads me to hold them dear.
One magical night I endeavored to reach that beautiful blue moon that
Neptune was so enamored with. 6.7 arcminutes, as I moved closer in
Electromagnetic energies drove me to the archway of the heavens
Mesmerized by its incandescent light, I was transported to another realm
Acoustic sounds of Angel voices, pulsing lights and Celestial vibrations
Gradient falls of earthly flowers vanished from my view as I rose up,
Imbued by a nocturnal aria I lost myself inside a moonflower's bloom
Caressed by serendipity each shiny stars was a windfall of Grace
Neptune lanterns of even glow hung off a crescent moon. Oh what joy to
Immaculate my soul with all its pristine hues of blue. She shone bright as a
God of eternal messianic love, she was the key to every planet's open door
Hallelujah hales of sweet rejoice. I was bathed in a crown of light, at the
Tailwind of midnight, a rocking motion from that magical blue moon.
June 28, 2022
I walk into the room walls appear
Nothing less nothing more
I feel my heart crawl as the emptyness hits the floor
Once a home but now undone as the close of the door
The stillness surrounds my pounding heart distracts
Windows the vision of fullness outside within its crowds
Nobody sees my place of coldness that freezers
Deepness of ivory cream painted easel
The memories that have past make this a box now
The pictures inside my head like an old black and white film
No ticket needed just an overwhelming knowlege of whats gone before
For this is my empty apartment
sarah hales
contest empty apartment
A KISS not just any kiss but thee kiss...........
First to connect
Your lips indulge mine
Did 'nt see it just tasted it
I can still feel it
A kiss that told more than any poet
Ecstasy the room turned
Pleasure so divine
Hands that pulled my ebony ruffled curls
As your sensual mouth danced with mine
I made love to you that moment
All through my soul like ocean waves
Desire and fire
A flame so high
A pulse that could not deny
As your heart pounded
We grounded ....you and I....
Enclosed in a moment for two
A Kiss not just any Kiss but thee kiss..
An urgent breath upon my neck
A innocences tied to me
Clothes pulled from me
Silk and lace have no grace
As they lay upon the floor
You close the door
You lock it behind you
Your kiss is more a bite
I try to fight
But the darkness has your light
My curiosty takes me along
A cry as i find you deep inside
Your body covers mine
A groan from you as you hold my mind
A seduction of force that i do not ignore
My gasps of endless moments of you
My eyes closed as my innocences is thrown
Then you leave the room .....
Jan is so kind, she's versatile with her pen.
She hales as the Limerick Queen.I really
enjoy her wit and sense of humor.
Freddie Robinson's poetry often "wows"
me for it is deep, down to earth and one of
a kind.
Then there's Andrea, I really like her style
not to mention she can write anything.
Heidi has the ability to create lovely pictures
with words. She often supports her soup
friends. I admire her work alot.
Connie Wong is another poet that I enjoy.
She excels in most forms. I especially like
her writes about family and love & romance.
Anne- Lise(Sun Shine Smile) her poetry rocks!
She often supports and encourages her soup
friends. She is the sunshine of the soup.
Gershon Wolf's poetry often makes one think,
or laugh, I enjoy his pen.
Oh I can't forget CayCay, her comments
are always so deep and genuine.
Paul Callus, is another poet that I really
enjoy. His pen is amazing.
Jennifer Proxenos a new poetic friend
from across the pond. I enjoy her pen
very much.
WW's poetry is poetic and deep, and he
really embraces his poetic friends like
family. I like his style.
Richard is such a staple here, I have
admired his poetry since day one.
Silent One has always been one of my
favorites on the soup.
Chris Green is so kind and his gift is
amazing .I'm a fan of his pen
BW, ( Dear Heart) her poetry amazes me
whether its is dark or filled with love, she
draws you with every word
Victor, I really enjoy you poetry, you are
great story teller and an encourager.
Vijay I'm often in awe of you work, I find
it deep and poetic
Tom, you often stop by to ask me how
I'm doing, not to mention your poetry
very good.
Lyric Man has always been one favorites
on the soup.He writes from the heart and
it's in shown in his work.
And Bobby maybe I may be disqualified because
you are near the top of the list ( As far as Favorite
poetic friend goes).
The list goes on and on. I apologize for
the poets I didn't mention. There is too
many how could I just pick one?
Inspired by the " Pick a Friend(s) on Soup Poetry
Contest
9-22-19
~Whales~
(Acrostic)
W hales are one of the largest an most beautiful magnificent marine mamals in the world
H ave been hunted for centuries for oil, meat, other raw materials.
A nd some of the species are endangered, and they're going extinct
L ife span varies among all the different species that
E xist, it be, blue whale, Orcas or killer whale, bowhead, humpback, gray or sperm whale, and they
S wim by moving their muscular tails(flukes) up and down, and not like fish left to right.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2011
November.2.2015
. F.T.W.
F.ree T.he W.aves
f.REE t.HE w.AVES
F.ree T.he W.aves!!!
Is what they say,,
Got my self some true tales
About the world today.
Oil job site fails.
Poor Sea World has to pay.
I found many black sea shells
Oil got in their way.
I wanna claw my nails.
On B.P.for turning our sand to clay
I can sit and give details
How they ruin our ocean bay
Instead I'm sending mean E-MAIL's
Expressing anger for their oily display.
How their stupidities drop our sales.
I hope they choke while eating a sea buffet
I hope someone feeds them sting-ray tails
As they drink coffee at there sea side cafe.
Everything sooner or later prevails
And ocean life will once again find a way.
God send them rain hit them with heavy hail
It's to late for B.P.to pray..
2 months of a black grave trail
((LOL)), B.P.you angered the US.A.
Getting off easy with no jail
That does not make things okay.
I will not wish you all to go to hell
After making the ocean a bigger body of dead prey
Your clean up time is slower than a sea snail
Many uncalled dead seagulls are found in your oily decay
Funny how the president takes the heat of your bail.
You screwed our blue ocean water to a stream of black and grey.
An oil site ran by a higher percent of males
Oh well what can you expect and say.
With the world in the way of oil spills.
Is like B.P.oil's is saying F.T.W.anyway.
While we the protesters say, F.ree T.he W.hales!!!
F.T.W.=free the whales!!!!!
=(contest)=
Deep ocean of azure blue
Overhead seagulls circling flew
In constant motion, heaving sides
The old merchant ship upon it rides
Rust scorched it's barnacled coat
Salt encrusted railings forever afloat
On the horizon's sinking sun's amber glow
Beckons enticingly along the flow
New moon appearing from out of the west
Silvery waves splintering against foamy crest
Figures emerging from the hold below
Peering skywards at the star studded show
Then into action to each their appointed task
Some heaving ropes, others mounting the mast
All working together to achieve one aim
To secure the sails aloft the bounteous main
A rumble of thunder and a flash lightening sound
Mountainous waves gather pace all around
Working in unison the crew now complete
All tasks meritorious as a well drilled fleet
A shout from the Captain, as the thunder roars
Urgently gesticulating "secure the oars"
Rain clashing as in sword play
Freeze drench they stand
As they see the top sail rend
Now all secured they disappear down
Below decks they ruminate
All worrying, no sound
Then vocal in assumptions from mate to mate
Until the Captain shouts "Silence no need for this din,
I shall calculate our bearings, now where to begin?"
Spreading out his charts he clears cups for a space
Each man concentrating, deep intent on each face
"Look Captain", one points "there's the Cape of Good Hope
enough time to manoeuvre and with luck stay afloat"
The temperature plummets and the crew mill around
No warmth except mittens and blankets draped around
The storm is abating and two bells is called
As each man takes turn to pump until hauled
Buckets of water overboard they keep on
Clearing sea water over gunnels, until all is gone
Ship breaking water all in it's wake
No matter the weather only headway to make
Dolphins leaping and diving below
Thoughts turn to seamen of long ago
Royal Navy Standards, a jolly jack tar
Plotting each course by the Northern Star
Pirate vessels hoisting their skull and crossbones
Biting winds moaning and pelting hailstones
Sailing ships with elaborate sails
Above the wind, sailors hearty hales
Anchorage sought and a comfortable berth
Homeward port reached and feet on the earth.
Quiggie Snarls were maritime snails
Tasted butter in mouth of Hales
He ate a bucketful
With his grandson Gudrool
Then kicked the bucket off the rails
Spike Hales liked to drive fast
he sneered at the cars he passed.
Taking a curve at 90 per
he who was became a were
friends told him he wouldn't last.
Laura when the sky is blue I only see your eyes
Laura when you look at me my heart does palpitize
In melting all the bark away you surely get the prize
If ever crust could be so dry your jam is just my size
Laura of the blue horizon cast upon the sea
Laura far more blue a blue can only your eyes be
Laura makes a sunrise pale a hue more bright than any
Laura as the rainbow fade her colors dear to many
Laura’s eyes can mesmerize hypnotic when she stares
Laura’s glance left not to chance to let you know she cares
Laura hales of handbag city purses totes and clutches
Laura’s thing as you might say a passion just as much as
Laura can hunt glean and share what treasures for a friend
Laura can find the finest find what pleasures in a trend
Laura over hill and dale far fairer than the fall
Laura like a childhood tale more fair by far than all
Laura shrieks at jagged peaks a small plane in the air
Laura glows back on the ground her feet both planted square
I experience inappetence, yet nevertheless hunger for victuals
Mine corporeal complex edifice
unleashes convulsions of anxiety.
Lack of appetite
to savor even smallest bite
unlike Pavlov's dog,
I neither salivate nor excite
at prospect (parking) body
against table not low but fahrenheit
unfair punishment fates did indict,
whereby yours truly decreed
to suffer wraith inflicted
akin to ghastly revengeful Jacobite
asitia struck with vengeance
sucker punched pit of stomach
with furious dog forsaken might
unsavory predicament figuratively
eating away me passion
to relish comestibles day and night,
hence feeble effort to craft poem quite
lame rhyming for no reason right?
Yours truly cannot remember,
how many days, weeks, months... ago
elapsed, whereby with voraciousness I ate
(above mentioned statement veracious -
food for thought) I plainly communicate
hoop fully buzzfeeding, dishing out quandary
in fortified effort to elucidate
thee dear anonymous reader great
if newfound (albeit tenuous) intrigue
awoke courtesy mine artful ruse to initiate
reciprocity, cuz regret iz the stealer of joy
thus verbally athletic, cryptic, enigmatic,
generic, idiotic, kinetic, magnetic, opportunistic
quixotic, solipsistic (ha) troubadour
who heartily hales within
southeastern keystone-state
dares himself to reach out across cyberspace
in an cautiously optimistic effort to mitigate
and extend his metaphorical (albeit empty) plate
maintaining netiquette, an amorphous,
yeah flirtatious nebulous groovy savoir faire,
which mine body, mind, spirit triage
suddenly seems restoration of natural craving
toward sustenance doth oscillate.
What relief long starved taste buds to appease
cuz methought (courtesy obsessive compulsive
worst case scenario catastrophizing)
one garden variety guy
acquired some generic disease
A deep sigh of relief he dryly heaves!
The sea is
stirring,
Whisked by the winds
Climbing on like
giants
By each wave,
See how it
hurries by
The sea is
stirring,
Pawed by the sailors
Rushing on like
ghosts
With each wave
See how it pounds
The sea is
stirring,
Black like the
thunderous gales
Cornered by full
hales
In each wave
Drowning into the
world
The sea is
stirring,
Highly like rushing
fire
Kindled by the bare
earth in the abyss
Watching like still
eyes
Feel how it throbs
The sea is
stirring,
Bursting like a
tattered melon
Swollen more under
pelts of rains
Rolling away,
rolling away
Sought by the
stylish firmament
The sea is
stirring,
There is goes, there
it goes
Yearning for the
hues of half-golden
years
‘Standing on the
shore.’
It’s not a secret
any longer
This tale will soon
form o'er,
Like the dry and
cold wind
I have yet to see
The stirring sea.