Best Hoose Poems
Tenderly he lays her down on satin sheets and places a kiss upon her lips.
Whilst gently his hands glide slowly down tracing her shapely hips.
She smiles an angel’s smile as auburn hair cascades softly against his skin.
She looks up at him through brown eyes knowing sweet pleasures soon will begin.
Inhaling soft seduction from ruby lips with velvet kisses that taunt and tease.
Butterfly kisses trail over warm skin ever so slowly so passionately they please.
Her delicate ears warmed by his sultry breath then lips gift a gentle caress.
Her body shivers with delight as his tongue moves with exquisite finesse.
Caught in tight embrace his lips brush softy, against her blushing face.
Velvet kisses cover silken skin, his hands touch her breasts like lace.
Her brown eyes shed tears of ecstasy as rose petals are turned to stone.
Hands move gently with a lover’s touch, joined they enter loves unknown.
Written with my dear friend Mary Jo. May you beautiful words flow forever!
A stranger lifted me up today
While I was lost in my own self-centered universe,
Silently crying about nobody else reading, commenting or caring
About anything I’ve said,
Considering myself poetically dead.
I’ve been more concerned with the encroaching materialistic
Responsibilities, requirements and concerns of living
Instead of turning my attentions outward towards others
And lifting myself out of this whirl pool of self-pity
Into the ocean of giving.
When to my wondrous delight dark turned to light
As out of seemingly nowhere a fellow poet spoke gently and composed:
“Your poetry is like the softness of a country rose.”
And while I know not where she lives and breathes
This furtherance of feeling was shared with me:
“I too am blue as sky is gray and nothing more will do today
Except ethereal connections are how we poets play.”
I was more than moved, to say the least
How this gypsy out of cyber space
Renewed my poetic vow:
To speak the truth simple, plain and clear
As I know how.
And how
My words and hers connected
Through the vacuum of space and time
Is a story for another day and rhyme.
Until then, I stand transformed
By those few words she engendered –
And would give anything to tell her
How sweet and kind her words were rendered.
A handful of stars
As dusk arrives and the shadows grow
All is quiet as the stars begin to glow
A gentle breeze over the hollow begins to rise
And the grass sways under the clear skies
It dances to an ancient rhythmic beat
Calling forth a song solitary and sweet
A Cricket, its voice rises in the dark
The evenings answer to the mornings Lark
Into the dell floats a single wisp of light
A flame that dances through the dark night
Dancing through fields lil' auburn haired girl.
Frilly lil' dress and long beautiful hair in curl.
Collecting her fireflies in a mason jar to light the way.
An angel’s voice she sings a sweet song while at play.
She giggles and smiles with a soft southern country grace.
As she gazes in the jar and the glow lights up her lil' face.
Proudly she skips back with her prize to her family cabin of log.
As she's greeted by the wagging tail of her faithful old hound dog.
A collaboration with my dear friend MARY JO HOOSE
Based on a beautiful memory from her childhood.
Tenderly your heart whispers ever so soft and low
Warm breaths caress my ear as your love you show
Kindred spirits speak loves divine words that play
As your heart whispers through each word you say
Oh, hold me close in loving arms, feel the warmth of my skin
Kiss me deeply passionately as our hearts whispers begin
Your hands caress my face tenderly, my lips part and I sigh
Our hearts whispers grow as my love for you I do descry
On silken sheets our bodies entwined two hearts beat as one
Lost in your brown eyes the web of our hearts whispers is spun
My hands move gently lower playing over your Ivory breasts
My kiss touches your ear our hearts whispers to love do attest
Soft sighs from lips parted, shared heart whispers heard in velvet of night
Whilst two lovers shadows dance on the wall bathed in pleasures delight
Holding tight and caressing with lips bringing sweet pleasures untold
On downy covers where two hearts whispers as one begin to unfold
My lips caress sweet roses as my fingers play lightly over your silken thigh
Auburn hair frames your angels face, our hearts whispers take wing and fly
Fingers feather light, move in rhythm to the beat of your needs and desire
Hearts whispers of passion and delight ignite your soul in raging fire
Heavenly scent fills the room as loves passions begin to be met.
Hearts whispers cry out as every desire filled on satin sheets wet
Two glistening bodies lay bare as souls become one in loves dance tonight
In perfect rhythm our hearts whispers shared in the shadows of candlelight
Lost in passion our bodies joined rising and falling in loves throws
Hearts whispers of pleasure unending as our lips join and time slows
Voices cry out in unison as hearts whispers the ecstasy of love sated
Laying together in gentle embrace our love is forever unabated
My Mother
Mary Ann Dow Gardiner
Mary Ann Dow Stuart wis her maiden name,
Noo, she wisnae a Scoatish Lass o' fame.
Born in nineteen hunner an' five on the fifth o' May.
gorgeous she wis' at oany time o' the day.
Like aw Mums, she wis a'ways there,
nae ither Mum a ken kin 'onestly compare.
Noo am no telling yea ivery instance o' her life,
An' let's say, tae ma faither Jack she wis the perfict wife.
Wan instance in time with you I wid like tae share,
aye durin' WWII ma an' me hid quite a scare.
It wis a chapter in ma life as a wee wee boy,
stull in ma nappies an' playin' wae toys.
We lived in a twa roomed tenement flat,
six folks an' Bonny wee Tibby the cat.
Noo the oanly way tae hiv a bath,
wis in a tin wan ,which wis three foot wan inch, an' a half.
Noo this bath wis oanly fur this wee lad yea see,
an' it wis dragged oot in front o' the windae jist afore tea.
Noo tea in oor hoose wis aboot six o'clock at night,
an' a luved ma bath an' niver pit up a fight.
It wis oan a very dark an' a very quiet winter's night,
aye the night Ma an' me hid a terrible blidy fright.
Suddenly we were in the middle o' a German air-raid,
the smile oan ma ma's face quickly began tae fade.
She climbed up oan the bunkers sink tae hiv a look,
twa seconds she's up there that's aw it took.
Pulled back the blackoot tae see the night sky,
oh my god ma ma let oot this fearsum' cry.
She heard the whistle o' a German Bomb startin' tae fall,
an' she thocht it might jist pay us twa a call.
The whistle o' that fearsum bomb got louder then stopped,
ma mum fell backwards an' oan tap o' this wee boy did flop.
Aye, right oan tap o' this wee naked Body in the said tin bath,
wan minit her scream an' that enormous crash.
That's why noo I hiv a flat head an' am eternally daft,
naw folks a dinny blame yea fur hivin' a laff.
It's funny noo but no fur mum at that time,
jings droapin' bombs oan wummin an' wee bairns is surely a terrible crime,
As fur that Gerry bomb it did land wae a lot of malice,
jist up the road in Edinburgh's Holyrood palace.
The Auld Yin.
A luv ma life sae full o' joy,
I keep ma interests at full employ.
Each day fur me is sic' delight,
every day, aw' day an' ivery night.
I go tae bed an' lay doon ma heid,
aye richt efter ma supper feed.
Ma thochts are o' beautiful things,
an' tae ma wee brain sic' pleasure brings.
Ah even dream afore ah sleep,
aye, ah do, afore a count those sheep.
Aw' the happy things that has been ma day,
ma wife,ma daughter, sons an' all things ofay.
I'm lucky growing plants is my joy,
auld as I am noo, an' since a boy.
Saft , verdant, vibrant, aw' kinds o' colour,
that grow in winter, spring, autumn an' summer.
I luv sculpture as weel as ma bonny plants,
an' aboot them ah very oaften rant.
An' a luv ma Gairden that's foo o' life,
sno' though, as luvly as ma Bonny wife.
An' ma bairns gei me luvly dreams,
aw life's great, thats what is deemed.
So when ma heid has passed tae sleep,
aw thay luvly thoughts ma soul dis keep.
When I awake frae ma gentle dreams,
wae that first gentle saft sunbeam.
Am oot o' bed like lightnin' jack,
an' oaf tae work wae ma luncheon pack.
Workin' among aw ma bonny fluers,
ah tend no' tae notice ma wurkin 'oors.
Of back noo ,tae ma ain luvly hame,
luvly , 'cos nae ither hoose wid feel the same.
Ma ither joy is cookin' fur aw ma folks,
an' I'll no' mention ma luv fur jokes.
Then there is ma luv in writin' poems each day,
am sure oan FanStory yea arrr' aw' ofay.
A guid night wae aw' ma kin beside,
ma happy face yea canny hide.
Hae ma supper then tae bed I go,
thinking beautiful things, Aye, that is so.
The Auld Yin.
I-t's time to forget the fault,
S-aying you forgive someone;
M-ake it easy for your life,
A-ccepting what's been done.
E-asy to forget, it's true, if you possess purity of heart;
L-et animosity vanish, let anger and hatred depart.
M-ake the mistake be forgotten,
A-fter your mind has made up;
N-ever let nonchalant way
G-et into the crack or gap.
L-et the wrong be brought
I-nto the night's oblivion;
C-hoose the righteous path,
M-aking a walk in the horizon.
O-bliterate the mare's nest, as well as the snake pit;
T-ry your best to erase them, eliminating them bit by bit.
G-rave sin is all but nothing
U-nless it's not forgiven;
M-ove on for a fresh start,
A-llowing your soul to open.
W-ords of God can remove
I-ll feelings, tumble and mess;
D-ay twenty-seven September pray, forgetting fault with forgiveness.
Chamber of Commerce types do a grand job of toutin' the beauty of Colorady.
Folks from Texas and the flatlands of Indiana come to find their El Dorady!
Hordes of tourists flock here to enjoy the mountains and pristine skies!
They see elk, buffalo and even bears - they jes' cain't believe their eyes!
The latest batch of 'tourists' to invade our fair state was the Doughtery gang,
After shootin' at cops and robbin' banks and creatin' untold sturm und drang!
Normally, we welcome visitors and are very proud to show them around,
But these 'tourists' were greeted by the state patrol and now are prison bound!
Another clutch of 'tourists' who loved Colorady were the infamous Texas Seven,
Who after a spree in Texas a few years ago were spotted at a local Seven-Eleven!
They sought haven to enjoy the scenery and that refreshin' mountain air,
But now reside in the hoose-gow, lucky to have cheated the electric chair!
The Centennial State is a welcomin' state but we have a reputation to uphold.
We cain't have jes' anyone roamin' around without bein' somewhat controlled.
Y'all are welcome to visit this great state where deer still play and buffalo roam.
Jes' bring tons of dough to blow, but dang it, leave yer shootin' arns at home!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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My friend, I wish you not to think me rude
Or to have wronged you when I spoke so terse
Now I must be I fear, in your sight viewed
Odd at the best or cold if at the worst.
Some men I see can weave their speech with ease.
Yes, some it seems can speak with tongues so quick.
Like kites their words float light on but a breeze;
Lame fall my words, when spoke, more like a brick
And land to frame the walls that form my cell.
By trust will soon that jail of fear be razed.
In time if pressed you come to know me well
Choose then to ask; I'll talk to you for days
8.7.18
In addition to being an acrostic poem, it is also written with only monosyllabic words (because in addition to being a poet, I'm also a little bit crazy)
A..ntoine was a selfish young man,
B..rought in a palace filled life,
C..hoose to live the hooligans life,
D..evoured by lust for more money,
E..ngaged in drugs sold for money,
F..ake identification to be drug lord,
G..uns were his way of being a drug lord,
H..ide from the police and his family,
I..ncluded himself with the mafia family,
J..uggled his way out of jail time,
K..illed afew men just to pass time,
L..aw were to be broken was his motto,
M..any men feared because of his motto,
N..ever had he been caught selling drugs,
O..nly has he been caught using drugs,
P..eople knew him as the kingpin,
Q..ueuing for drugs and loans from kingpin,
R..ival gangs wanted to kill him,
S..upported by the police just to kill time,
T..hreats circulated directed to Antoine,
U..nder the circular was the kingpin Antoine,
W..ithout hesitation a battle with the police,
E..xtreme gunfire that halted business the whole street,
Y..es,and then dead silence en-groped the street
Z..one was free for Antoine was dead
Preening trains of iridescent blues and greens spread to full boast
Exquisite eye markings with blue, red and gold jewels foremost.
Adored by man, lots were made pets over thousands of years spread.
Corruption creeps need only take trains that are annually shed.
Only males are true Peacocks, females are called Peahens and they
Choose mates based on color and eyes displayed in male fans surveyed.
King of skies, their size makes them one of the largest flying birds.
Strikingly stunning, these birds are amazing visual stirs.
D espair is a lonely place with little sign of light
I n the heavy sorrow so deep we lack the will to fight
A ll around feel our pain - offering their support now and then
N ot a single soul on this earth can really tell us when
E asing back into life will bring our hearts back right again.
C hoose your path with caution and care
H ow you choose can lead to despair
O nly you will know the right way
S ome will opine with nothing to say
A nd this will prove you went the right way
M-ay your dream come true,
E-arnestly do your best;
L-earn to turn insipidity
I-nto gladness and zest.
S-eptember first Friday, fill your heart with fire;
A-llow your mind to think of thirst, drive, and desire.
C-hoose the bright future,
A-im to reach your goal;
L-et your spirit fight,
A-s you soothe your soul.
R-emain firm and faithful, look at the sky so blue;
A-sk the Lord to grant your prayers, may your dream come true.
A fearsome gale tearing through Torry,
Took young Dot and Tyson away.
She met a dodger, drunk and ned as well,
Stuck for words, whit wid she say?
Now, evil wis lurkin’ aroon’ the corner,
It wis the wicked witch o’ the North East.
If young Dot wis tae survive,
She wid hae tae beat the beast!
She finally got the witch’s burberry cap,
Which wid help her get aheid.
And all the little casuals happily sang,
‘Heymin! The wicked witch is deid!’
Dot wis noo ready tae find the ‘Big Man’
Her brain wis in one mode.
Noo, a’ that Dot needed tae dae,
Wis follow the Granite brick road.
She found hersel’ back in her hoose,
Bemused at far she hud been.
Now lookin’ at some weel kent faces,
So wis this a’ a dream?
A-n internet access is ability
N-eeded by any individual
A-iming to connect to email using computer terminal.
B-egin to have internet access,
A-s millions of people do;
R-ight there in the world wide web,
C-hoose between false and true.
E-xplore the cyber kingdom,
L-ook for what is the best,
O-n the fourteenth of January,
N-ever lose your internet
A-ccess.