Best Hot Blooded Poems
for it, the hot-blooded campus youth
booed and cheered, fought and cheated;
adrift in the hysteria of intramural sports,
the losers wailed, the victors jubilated;
now dusty, it leans on a heap of rubbish,
the Overall Champion trophy once golden,
lost in the rubbles of the demolished gym,
a relic of a youthful season long forgotten!
She has the wind in her hair, winter, spring
summer, fall. The wind sings her name. Her
name is on the tip of the tongue. She is light.
She is a shadow in the back of the mind. She’ll
do anything for you for a song. She doesn’t
want to sing at karaoke, she wants to dance.
Her eyes are pools of water, hot-blooded
men tell her. She blushes and offers a wave.
She lives just down the street from everyone.
Older couples like to talk about her over coffee.
She is the salt of the earth, golden shafts of wheat
waving in wind. She walks her dog, and it sits
in front of you, wagging its tail. Doves circle
above her head. She gives me a book, and I read
between the lines. I hold her hand.
Your hand is lying over the table.
An aura of innocence over your head
sparkling like a blooming sunflower.
You haven’t slept for million years.
All the hot blooded complainers and
Cruel smiles are hovering in the air.
Calm like a tomb you are smiling and
dreaming about an unreal dream of love.
Don’t open your eyes before you travel
back and discover the weeping meadow.
To get it, the hot-blooded campus youth
booed and cheered, screamed and shrieked,
fought and cheated.
It fanned the hysteria of intramural sports
where the losers wailed, the vicotrs
jubilated.
Now rusty, it leans on a heap of rubbish,
the Overall Champion Trophy
once golden,
lost in the rubble of the demolished gym,
a relic of youthful seasons
now forgotten!
The Andalusian tops my list,
So elegant with eyes like mist;
But the Quarter horse isn’t far behind,
Praised for their intelligent mind;
And next we have the Cleveland Bay,
Wonderful sport horses are they;
The Warmblood’s are a canny cross,
Drafts and thoroughbreds with sauce;
And the Lusitano can’t be beat,
Their temperament is usually sweet;
The Paso Fino with gaits of gold,
Their heaven to ride, or so I’m told;
The Fell Pony is solid black,
And the perfect size to carry a pack;
The Paint’s are sure a colorful set,
From black to blonde and even brunette;
The Arabian is dainty yet strong,
Hot blooded but with them you can’t go wrong;
And the Friesian with it’s feathered feet,
Now makes my list of ten complete!
~For Adeleke's Top Ten Contest~
who knew?
firstoff, i wish to say, but not overdo,
that i never knew, what the new gnu knew
he never really said very much, and i knew
he wouldn't as such, since, being a new gnu
he hadn't much clue 'bout what to do
the previous gnu had a more worldly view
from Kalamazoo journeyed east to Timbuktu
beyond Katmandu south, down to old Peru
been many places, wore out many a shoe
but always believed that he'd come through
he got entangled with a bit of a shrew
a South American sheep, a hot-blooded ewe
that took every opportunity to scold and spew
venomous accusations that were mostly untrue
she really raised a big hullabaloo
he, being the good gnu we all knew
tried to smooth her feathers, to gently subdue
her wild angers towards that wildebeest
but, to little avail to say the least
yet it was the best the old gnu knew to do
he bleated that his love for her was true
she neighed loudly that no, they were through
she saw him now, from a whole different view
said she was leaving, that he should not pursue
for all she cared, he could turn into glue
she knew now she wanted the new gnu to woo
the new gnu knew amorously what would quickly ensue
but couldn't overcome with analytical review
certainty of grief from passions point of view
love's cliff came careening into abysmal view
"Ewe are what I want" the new gnu cried anew
in turn the ewe replied "i will always love you"
we'll build a life we always wanted, long overdue
have many children, a whole herd, a gnu ewe crew
we'll be happy ever after, in our own petting zoo
the new gnu thought he'd just follow through
but things went awry, let's say, far askew
the new gnu knew he'd met his own Waterloo
it wasn't long, you know, 'fore the ewe went skidoo
without even so much as a fond adieu
then the new gnu and the old gnu began to renew
a friendship, from which they both, had withdrew
i don't wish to insinuate, and not misconstrue
the bond of companionship the gnus lovingly grew
when old bonds are severed another comes on cue
now the gnus know what all beings should too
happiness and contentment depends on your view
you never know what the turn of your screw
in pursuit of a felicity, unknown hitherto
gets new gnu possibilities coming out of the blue
...thank you...
© Goode Guy 2013-05-31
Four basic things that we all do need.
Our bodies crave them with actual greed.
The first is oxygen in the air
In just a few moments, quite the scare.
You need it to make ATP
And form water but not for pee.
This water you can breathe out warm
And fog a mirror, hot blooded life form.
The next is water, the liquid of life.
Just one day without it and you feel the strife.
Dizzy you get
Quite upset
And you’d do anything just to feel wet.
A few days long is all you can go
And after three days you really know
That your time is up and you are through
And there’s little that you can do.
Sleep is next, not many know this
And no one likes it when they miss
A good night’s sleep every night
Without it you never feel quite right.
So how long can you go without sleep?
The question is rather deep.
We can’t play with people like mice.
Even if we did, would the results be precise?
We really don’t know
How long we can go
But studies do show
That animals will forego.
Lastly we have food.
Oh, how good.
How long can we go without food
Before our body is permanently screwed?
And when I say, permanently screwed
I’m trying to allude
To the fact that if you then eat
The damage done will not retreat.
So just how long is this time we speak?
About a month and then you’re too weak
To do anything but stare and peek.
Racer
Flat out speed
Hot blooded steed
Pacer
Speed walking race
With unmatched grace
Steeplechaser
Fearless full fledge
Ace over hedge
Dressage
Arabesques on display
The equestrian ballet
Draft
Flowing feathered heels
Beer on wheels
Trail
Rent the power
By the hour
10/28/18
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A Desiccated Dragon
This little green dragon so sweet and so small
Had lived most his life in the shade of a wall
He hid from the sun for it wasn't his friend
And he knew in the sun his life might soon end
But today in the shade of a bush he did spy
A little girl dragon that had caught his eye
She gave him a look that he couldn't resist
Cross over the sidewalk she had to insist
So out of the shade and into the heat
The little green dragon on little green feet
Started to scamper, started to run
Ignoring the heat of the hot summer sun
But half way across, he stumbled and fell
And thought that he needed to rest for a spell
But the rest that he took was a minute too long
And his feet were stuck fast,he knew something was wrong
So there in the heat, on the sidewalk he laid
And the high cost of lust was the price that he paid
Cold blooded he lived, hot blooded he died
As the heat of the sun boiled the blood there inside
Walking out of a meeting last Sunday with fellow poets, we spied a small lizard on the sidewalk - apparently dead from the heat. We were talking about where we got our inspiration for poems and I said it might be as simple as looking at something like this little lizard. One of the poets said we could call it A Desiccated Dragon. I went home and wrote this.
Pain’s Tomorrow
Why dost the hand of love surround my throat
hold hostage by each breath - lost passions hope -
imprison me within hot blooded moat
tethered agony - heartaches tearstained rope?
Couldst not the gods if they held such powers
release from bondage love’s extinguished flame
allow the blessing of times healing hours
erase the hollowed emptiness of shame?
For love has stolen love - left me wand’ring
within the emptiness of mem’ry’s dreams,
victims - guilt shared – complicit squandering
soft truth beneath the lies of lustful schemes.
Yet they reach beyond the pale of sorrow
lover’s - hope in search of pains tomorrow.
8/1/2016
submitted to – All I could do was surrender – Shakespearian Sonnet – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Becca Teagan
Drusilla the vamp
.Her name is Drusilla she's a creature of the night.
When she feeds it comes with one bite.
Beauty and long black hair and skin of white.
She thinks death is her rite.
In search for her prey was her deep,dark plan.
Russia is where she lives.
Her hunger for a hot blooded man.
His blood to her he gives.
She lays in a coffin until night time falls.
Been a vampire most of her life.
A castle where she lives she roams through the halls.
Her teeth long and white and cut like a knife.
Dark forest of trees she walkes without a sound.
Wearing a flowing white gown.
She lives in the dark but not in the ground.
You must have a cross if you live in her town.
A journey into the sun will turn her body to ash.
She only enter's if she's invited in.
After her death cut off her head with a slash.
Gender doesn't matter women or men.
Teresa Skyles August 28, 2011
Entered in Linda-Marie's"creatures of the night"contest
“Carry on my Wayward Son”,
Now you’re “Back in Black”,
You’re on the “Highway to Hell”,
But, I know you’ll be right back!
You act just like a “Renegade”,
Please “Don’t Fear the Reaper”,
“I Can’t Fight This Feeling Anymore”,
I know that you’re a keeper!
You have the “Eye of the Tiger”,
But, you’re never “Cold as Ice”,
I get “More than a Feeling”,
Then I pay the price!
You were “Born to be Wild”,
“Bad Company”, is all you keep,
Whenever there’s a “Bad Moon Rising”,
You hardly ever sleep!
You always run “Hot Blooded”,
I’ll be “Burnin’ for You” forever,
We should take a “Slow Ride”,
Why can’t we just be together?
who knew who knew?
The story ends
hands clean and messy
someone stupid like you?
indecently in the mirror i see
bullets blue dont you know
flies know what you are
authorities alive thought i might die
eyes take a good look
smiling gunshot wound hasn't in soo long
don't go telling everybody of the reflections of women to be
dolls try to believe in it all right
plastic cant change anything
killing you love is strange to me
brains twist it out but try to listen
do you or don't you want this?
what am i supposed to do?
worthy un shy terror rearranged and insane
get back to where you belong
flattered fascination
remember where you came from
hot blooded shepherd im amazed
get down and pray
greatly intriguing object to crave
that's what they all talk about
mistakes that don't belong to anyone
mistakes that ask
who do i belong to
not allowed exciting slide
reach out and rejoice
you pricked me up with your wishing wells
of so hells to sell
remember what you are heaven and blessings
sun is weak and its free
you look so good when done up properly
say something anything to me
uninvited exciting squirm
unfortunate un shy terror
love has brought me to higher place
get back to where you belong
slight doubts in thew pissing well
take your heart away
get down and pray
repent and do what they tell you
How am i supposed to live?
as someone new?
feed the fake
someone else?
shed the skin
streets to know victom
get away get away
windows forgotten better off empty
mental name killer
i got some company is houldnt have
give it away give it away
im there tragedy
where would i be?
go ahead go ahead
bitter angel of moons
whose the monkey with the misspelled name?>
always there to blame
go away go away
shadows mortal exist
cold and dull
cut the head off
Im a born again
where would i be?
feel old as the world around you
disco to take my heart away
everything reborn
mistakes in the past
everyday secret cant get away again
yesterday illusion i don't want the job
everything I believe
the light in my day
the hydra star scar
I cant get away again
someone else new and stupid like disco
ill be all right with reason and new direction
that pricks my finger of wings eclipsing suns
A heart rusting with lust,
The heart to another heart,
In the hot blooded bodies,
Two innocent lives are destroyed.
They are picking an unripe apple.
They are heading towards the sandy beach.
The beach,
Known for its short comings,
It bears dangerous animals in it's forests,
Dangerous Crabs, Fleas, Worms
kl?'mide?, ?gän?'re? and 'sif(?)l?s,
The inhabitants are even worse,
They headed towards the sandy beach.
They did not follow the correct map,
Neither did ask for advice from professionals.
They only wanted to fulfill their desire,
In the beach of fantasy,
Beach of lust and pleasure,
They only opted for the positive side of it.
They went to the sandy beach.
They knew it could be infested,
With scary People and animals.
Unwanted people like Preg, Nancy and H. PapillomaV,
Wild 'h?rpez and Killer High InterVermons cats.
They now regret why they went there,
Men, women and youths,
why head where they are?
The sandy beach.
Everything that forms in words comes from deep authority inside
it identifies itself though unspoken feelings within limbo
there is a line no soul should cross boundaries morally set
The intoxicated spirit drunkenly cuts to the ice core logic
frozen articles burning coldly hot blooded with faith
Emotions dressed in white pure as the driven snow cleans the tracks
truth dares to challenge the opposite opinion in reverse
When a veil falls seeing some not having got their affairs in order
its hard to find or hide that we do not tread on familiar grounds
The path your on harbours destruction canvassing with hate chosen
self appointed bigot such rules boycott everything honest in favour of the liar
This anger towards right surely is heading towards something sinister
condemning wrong has a twisted view out from the mirrors
blind darkness hidden ugliness has no shape always lost invisible
without a shadow or a second opinion that would hold no ground
will the wolf cry without a moon picturing it's existence alive
pitch black nothingness is the empty space between the ears filled with lead