Best Imaginationme Poems
Slammed out Bam
For a moment I will fantasize
Lead him on a trip
Make him realize
this is more than a strip
boy you got to recognize
you have to get a grip
We play a game of spin the bottle
With you my guts slowly drip
Kiss me I (ain't) your average model
over the edge I rip
Look who's playing the sensitive
Take me in your arms
Fold me like a blanket
Kiss me you fool
Spread me like a blanket
Stop teasing, no need to be pleasing
You got it all wrong
turn down that song
Suddenly your taking your time
Are you okay, are you fine
All the motions are sinking in deep
I can feel it
A bowel movement traveling all up inside
Violently pushing "get out of my way!!"
to many butterflies, what can I say
you took to long
Now it feels wrong
Just shake it off
I want my dignity back
I've tighten my muscles
forget about the snack
To late, it already died
Tomorrow neighbor a game of truth or dare
We can enjoy a second ride
Do not come with directions or affections
Or you'll get another rejection
A cold shower my friend
It's time for me to go back to my husband.
S.K.A.T. POETRY
P.S. NOT REAL, IMAGINATION,, IRMA
After a long work day I come home to a long warm shower. It was getting late into
evening hours. I sat down in my favorite black leather chair. Not knowing I was in for a big
scare. I rolled a joint and sat back fully reclined. I was getting high out of my mind.
As I was enjoying my weed, I almost choked because a voice spoke beneath me! I
jumped up and listened to my chair spit profanity. I wondered if I was loosing my sanity.
My lazyboy said, "Don't be scared, sit down and talk to me!"
I seriously thought I was dreaming. Like an out-of-body experience waking up
screaming. No this is real, very real. I just knew my chair was about to do a cartwheel!
"No need looking around wearing a frown, you been sitting down on me for years; so
have no fear. No it's not the weed, you're seeing clearly, so sit down and listen to me."
I sat down in utter shock, resting my buttocks. As my chair began to explain.
"No Jimmy you're not going insane, but I feel you're causing me harm. I have burns,
scratches, now dust all along my arms. I'm left with a permanant frown. I desperately need
a rub down. I don't wanna be mean, but get some disinfectant and clean. The way I'm living
is obscene!"
No more explanations were needed. So after a good wipe down it was obvious I had
succeeded. My lazyboy's black leather had a nice shine. Now I wanted to rest my spine.
"Ah I feel so much better. Now I can go back into a deep sleep. You can go back
enjoying your weed or nicotine. Just remember my hygiene, and from time to time give me
a clean - Thank you."
I could have sworn my lazyboy gave me a wink. I shook my head, tomorrow I would
go see a shrink!
For Matt Caliri contest "Spea Chair! Speak!
As I was sitting in the park, one dark cloudy day, I was troubled in such a worrisome way.
My complicated life had me down, upon my face, a grimacing, tormented frown.
When I looked up, what I saw, was a stern faced clown, uninterested, suffused, withdrawn.
He was sitting on the bench, so sad, so frayed, his hands clenched tight, as if he prayed.
A look of torment upon his haunted face, it seemed he was uninterested, out of place.
From his eyes, tears were falling to the ground, I was astonished, I was so astound.
His face seemed to be frozen in time, but then again he reminded me of a mime.
I understood immediately, we were the same, both of us being in the same mind frame.
I tried to smile and to my despair, we both stared at each other with an equal glare.
I wondered what this message could possibly be, was this fate being directed to me?
He nodded his head, looked up to the leaden sky, he read my thoughts, I silently sighed.
I realized in an instant this was foreseen; so petrified, I felt like a frozen ashy figurine.
The clown still seated on the bench, his eyes steadily fixed, on me, was he totally
entrenched?
That tormented look that was upon his face, continued in silence, showing no reflective
grace.
Understanding, I smiled; I knew that this was my ghost, sent to me by The Divine’s Holy host.
No longer worried or concern; my troubles lifted, that gloomy dark cloud has been adjourned.
© Juanita Warden 7/12/11
Watching me with those creepy eyes, i hear noises of a man who cries,
you are back again to startle me, with your demonic hands you cradle me,
ghouls from the past haunt my mind, only a night it takes to rewind,
will this journey last a lifetime? , the aura of fear has me blind.
You were standing close to me as i slept, not yours but my heart which wept,
i shuddered in fear as the nightmare woke me up,
memoirs of my burnt house broke me up,
had i not tried to escape? .....when i felt your breath on my nape.
So long since i have known you, strange i am to the familiar you,
why is it me that you follow? ....with your eyes so hollow,
i know not the reason why....i dare not question and cry,
when you pulled me with such power....only the dead try.
I called the psychic that day, with hair so gray,
said he sees an evil ray,
said he can't help me today, send me blessings so i live to see the sun rays,
his exit led to more fear, wished to leave the place without a tear,
hoped to live without you being near,
this life...i won't share.
Before dusk you made me yours,
you ordered me not to venture outdoors,
i had not known my soul that night, i opened my eyes with all the might,
your force so intense i couldn't fight, soon i lost all my sight,
possessed i was, you killed me tonight, will never open my eyes to a day so bright,
people look at me with so much fright, they know now what happens late at night.
.
U-umph, Oof-fa ha!.... There, comfy now?
Hey, would you pick up your tush,
reach in here and pick up your wife's locket?
It's down here under my cush,
and please get that screw driver outa your pocket?
That's good for me, yes much better.
Is it good for you too?
Yes, now go ahead and read your letter.
Hey, you remember when you and your wife,
saved me at that Auction in Aspen?
Talk about stress and strife !
I sure was a mess back then.
One last chance,
and I was headed for the rubbish bin.
The Auctioneer grabbed my arm,
And hollered out, "who'll bid it at a sixty?"
I remember being on stage watching you,
then it was "fifty five or bidit ata fifty -now fifty",
You didn't bid ; ..I thought I was through.
No one interested and he was droppin' fast!
"Biddit ata fortyforty thirtyfi-five bidit atta thirty two!"
"Bidda wudda gimme good chair, just alil bit dirty"
I was so nervous ; you just stared at your shoe!
"Lookin big bidder cudda cudda bidder thirty!"
Biddit abub bidja bidja bud, gimme gimme bouta fifteen on "er
well right then I Frayed My Hem! And thought I was a Goner!
"Wudja wudja cudda cudja gimme gimme biddit at about ten?"
That's when you looked up high and I saw the gleam in your eye.
I shifted my skirting, straightened my back and looked real bold,
You caught his eye, nodded your head and he hollered "SOLD!"
Well I rocked back easy and you went in to pay the man,
loaded me up and brought me home in your old van.
Y'all cleaned me up and gave me a nice shampoo,
and set me just so in your cozy library den.
You know..I'm really comfortable with you two.
I Have been since that auction in Aspen.
Hey! You dropped some popcorn in my... Oh ..never mind..,
Ahh..the memories..it's all good..it's all just FINE.
'
The Battle
There was a girl who had a Beast
upon her tears he liked to feast.
He made her mind a prison cell
within his darkness she did dwell.
Through the years she tried to flee
but an escape she couldn't see.
In blackness, thicker than the night
she prayed to find a guiding light.
When her darkest hour came
she prayed to finally end this game
then through the tears that marred her sight
she saw a candle burning bright.
Armed with her words and shield of prayers
she found the Beast among her fears
and with a battle cry of yore
she told the Beast, "That's it, no more."
"You've taunted me for my whole life
filled me with your pain and strife.
You stabbed my heart and clawed my mind
and with your darkness made me blind."
"You've tried to kill the dreams I dreamed
you broke my will, or so it seemed.
Now let me go, just let me be
your reign is over, SET ME FREE!"
With seething anger in his eyes
the Beast answered her battle cries.
His evil laugh dripped with disdain
for this, he'd break her with his pain.
He started spewing his retort
but all at once he was cut short
for in her hand a sword appeared
forged with her pain and all she feared.
It was her moment of reprise
and looking deep into his eyes
she stabbed the Beast with all her might
then witnessed an amazing sight.
You see, the Beast was very large
and he had always been in charge
but now, to both of their surprise
the Beast began to shrink in size.
He tried to scare her with his rage
as she put him in a cage.
She bound it well and locked it tight
and keeps him always in her sight.
Falling
Sweetly kissing, she
She
Living but dead
Truly she is
A bitter nightmare
That I can never kiss
But still my
Sweet, sweet dreams
Of blissful scars
A dream filled with me
And me
And me
And the delusions of we
Now I’m falling,
Falling back to the skies of reality.
Thank heaven for my imagination
It's given me quite alot
Danced me through many a situation
Saved me from battles fought
Within my mind lies beauty and grace
Splendor in this world
No need to condemn or ever debase
My fist remains uncurled
Through the window of my eye
I find such wondrous things!
I smell the salty tide flow by
Skip along Saturns' rings
I've visited lots of exotic lands
Built toys with Santas' elves
Played in many rock and roll bands
Conversed with dolls on shelves
Through the imaginings of my mind
I'm driving a fancy car
Or maybe I'm being wined and dined
By a famous movie star
Imagination's an awesome thing
So much that you can do
Fly away on an angel wing
If only you've a mind to!
RARELY IN TIME
DO WE SEE WHAT BEHOLDS
I saw her standing there, sobbing uncontrollably
in heaving spasms...her nose crimson-raw,
her whole being convulsing against the
savage memory....replayed with every beat of her heart
...and nothing I could say or do
GLIMPSES OF SPACE
DEFILED, YET BOLD
I try to become part of the place with others,
but...they don't see me I'm there,
I'm not there I'm in a different place
.....they don't know me,
I'm allowed in, but
....not welcomed
they want me to keep following the path,
I'm not ready....
BRIEFLY WE FIGHT
SURE OF OUR STAND
o precious rest
o merciful sleep
pray lift my soul
and free my dreams
LINGERING IN DEATH
FAILING TO LAND
A solemn breeze sweeps me off my feet,
To carry me over the big heap,
Of memories once internally bleak,
To the wondrous words that are nearly antique.
It sets me down onto the ground,
And i see the land that i am now bound,
Forever in happiness and never a frown,
To eternally spread all that i have found.
The sight is so unexplainable,
To the knowledge that i know.
But then there are notes that are obtainable,
From the gradual flow of light.
All is now bright and shimmery,
Making it all the best.
Everything is part of my memory,
And also nothing less.
The late call startled me awake.
She had never dressed me in black.
For Brian's contest Won tenth
Form:
Stars ring across this sea of love
Moon bring me this piano black night
Always there for me to love
Earth move these gray clouds above
Let me pluck this harp in heaven
Lord, you are there for me to love
I am an eagle
My keen eyesight envision greatness above
I dread not the dark distance
I brace myself and fly higher still
For there is glory on that higher plane
I was meant to be a part of it
I am an eagle
Soaring higher makes me finer
Dear God,
If thy essence remains in me
And I'm made just like thee
Grant me lord my very wish
To soar like an eagle
It was a still October night when I was cold and all alone
as through the forest of my mind in thought I wandered on my own
The moon lay hidden by the clouds that rested heavy on my eyes
and as I stumbled through the dark I felt the wind begin to rise
I heard my name upon the wind as he was flying through the night
he called to me to come to him so he could take me on his flight
In soothing tones he spoke to me, his voice sang gentle through my mind
and in a flowing melody he spoke of wonders I would find
The wind sang out to me that night and with his song I was entranced
and it was windward my thoughts turned as in my heart his tempest danced
But still my feet stayed on the ground for I was too afraid to fly
and as the wind washed over me in mournful howls I heard him cry
As indecision split my mind my eyes were stinging with my tears
and tenderly with his caress he tried to ease me from my fears
Across my face his gentle breath had blown the clouds out of my eyes
and then he summoned to the moon who came to light my darkened skies
And when the moon had risen high his servants came into my sight
these waiting visions that I saw were whispers in the silver light
They came to carry me to him who now is waiting there for me
they said they'd help me find my way into his arms where I'd fly free
They said they wouldn't let me fall, they told me that they understand
and so I let them lead the way as I had given them my hand
Then I was lifted off the ground and we were soaring through the sky
and as I came into his arms he took away my fear to fly
Above the earth he carried me and as I watched it spin around
from in the heavens I could see all of the wonders to be found
I'll fly forever in his arms, among the stars where I will play
across the never ending sky, the spinning world so far away
Upon the wind you'll hear my song as we are sailing through the sky
and joyous is the song I sing as we are scaling ever high
I am alive upon the wind, I'm flying in his arms tonight
and like an echo I will fade as we are blowing out of sight......
Inspired by Elaine Georges' Tell Me A Story contest
"IT"
On the way home,
I notice a change around my domain.
Shivers prick all the way down my spine.
I inhale a smell so evil- IT is now ITS’ name.
Without hesitation, I pass my hopscotch sidewalk.
Creeping up my screeching steps, my doors were unlocked.
I hear a man’s footsteps below.
There IT was waiting for me all over again,
Ready to steal the light that shines on my face.
Trying to find ITS’ way under my skin.
This time I was prepared.
Not scared!
"Finally,"
I started to enjoy the way this evil dwells.
Only I could see and feel its impulsive behavior.
Always profiling me and, trying to screw demons inside.
IT is like a retarded disorganized killer.
Leaving a trail and odor that IT is around.
A look so randomly
Overlooking my criteria.
I can smell its decomposing body.
Its voice inflicts my soul with injuries of guilt.
I feel IT moving very slowly,
IT is proceeding near the door!
I wait!
IT turns!
I yell!
IT cunningly smile my way.
I smile back.
With the thought
Death was the only way to do us (IT) apart.
Now IT is my creation!
A murder!
A crime!
A hidden grave!
IT wants revenge.
All I wanted was to be alone.
Now IT is there.
Haunting our home.
~A~