Best Laced Poems
Law, English, business, and so on—
alas, are tiresome!
All the professors here go on
with a prime axiom.
A moldy, college campus where
knowledge and books abound,
freshmen and co-eds are clueless
and confused all around.
Mid-terms and finals I so dread
as the semester wends;
the pressure's on me to study
as my freshmen year ends.
School's oppressive this semester,
I'll see my old provost
and leave 'ere I rot and fester
to try a better post.
William & Mary's M.B.A.'s
are just worthless BS
(degrees from the home of “The Tribe,”
dross that just obsolesce).
I'll trill as “The Lithium-Laced Lyrist”—
as rhymes are my forté,
not tomes or stuffy scholastics:
for poesy's my métier!
Glistening diamonds sparkle
within a thousand star lights
wrapped into one holding the highest space
Oceans of the night you flicker bewitching charms
upon the crest of each wave under the moonlight
your royal gaze mesmerizes
Reflections carried under intoxicating incandescent lights
transfixed adoration crystallized inside your heavenly embrace
where a spell unlocks feelings in a million thoughts
cherished clover green
coronet topped purple plume
search out the four-leafed sprite
eye to lawn outspread
taste of bee sweet blossom red
leprechauns key find
pressed between pages
still lucks’ keepsake enclosed
more sought than the rose
Momma went trappin' till noon,
fer Ring Neck Ducks ~ en gone fishin',
also trappin’ fat coon…
so she was a dragin' er ole’ berlap
full - of game, as well, 'like money in…
'er til' ~ by thee light, of ay full moon...
Seven siblings doin' chores causin'...
Momma needed money so soon,
Grandpa en a Pop'a were a knockin'
down all those logs - for Coors, quickly
Momma chasin' chickens, while rescelin'...
in there pen, en a sloppin' with all them hogs,
why she was buzy a slippin' en a slidein'...
into a sink hole, an a trippin' over pa’ pa's logs,
frogs were a jumpin', an a hopin'
right through her hands...
While Grandpa was a brewin',
good ale, a good tale fer Kentucky mash...
fer what she longed fer sure,
Momma ney're could save 'er cent of cash,
ner're enough mash-ale fer er dough, unerring
though ~ down to her country-store...
She went one misty ~ foggy mornin'...
into one of her swamp boats, all traps
all bottle ale, so Momma went a paddlin'...
certain, per'aps
fer her new pair, so needin’ of them
ere fancy laced ~ Combat Boots
“Now remember to call your Mom too”
Shadows romance
Through fine-laced mantle
Of whirlpool’s river dance,
And a kiss gushes high
Beneath froth of clouds
Where stars advance
Franco Gonza 9/22/2013
Compression Contest
This is a dangerous man. Seduction‘s tendrils lace
thumbs at collarbone, his digits wind round behind.
Manicured, long, clean…fingers, made for face tracery,
pulling back shoulders and raising crest-capped peaks.
Thumbs at collarbone, his digits wind round behind.
Soft, full, Latin lips nibble the pulse racing at neck,
pulling back shoulders and raising crest capped peaks,
manicured long clean…fingers made for tracery.
Soft, full, Latin lips nibble the pulse racing at neck.
The kiss repeats with nips and pulls to bottom lip.
Manicured long clean…fingers made for tracery,
the return voyage of his mouth brushes half closed lids.
The kiss repeats with nips and pulls to bottom lip.
Stasis without, riling within, rose-crests scratch across cloth.
The return voyage of his mouth brushes half-closed lids.
Enough, relent, leave off, the fainting feeling, so intense.
Stasis without, riling within, rose-crests scratch across cloth.
Push, push, his barrel chest, the salt and pepper curls.
Enough, relent, leave off, the fainting feeling, so intense.
Bodies have not met, yet, this momentary bliss is not without regret.
Push, push, his barrel chest, the salt and pepper curls.
Blood like rainwater drains to nether regions of pain.
Ours bodies have not met, yet, momentary bliss without regret.
Like chocolate ice cream with chocolate chips and sauce,
A whipped cream delight of potential deadly sorrow,
Manicured long clean…..fingers made for face tracery,
God!….exited my lips, as they left his.
This is a dangerous man. Seduction‘s tendrils lace.
For Y'all to enjoy!!!
Momma went trappin' till noon,
fer Ring Neck Ducks ~ en a fishin' too,
she was a dragin' er ole berlap full-
as well
"like money in 'er til"
by thee light, now full moon...
Seven siblings doin' chores causin'...
Momma needed money...soon,
Grandpa en a pop'a were a knockin'
down all those logs - for Coors,
Momma chasin' chickens, Oh! an rescelin'...
in their pen, en a sloppin' with all them hogs,
why she was a slippin' en a slidein'...
into a sink hole, an a trippin' over ~ pa's logs,
Frogs were a jumpin', an a hopin'
right through her hands...
While Grandpa was a brewin',
a good ale, a good tale fer Kentucky mash...
Momma ney're could save 'er cash,
Fer what she longed fer...
ner're enough mash-ale fer dough,
though ~ down to her country-store...
She went one misty ~ foggy mornin'...
In one of her swamp boats,
All ale an Momma went a paddlin'...
Per'aps
fer her new cowgirl sexy ~ fancy laced
red, white, & Blue combat Boots.
~
Sitting alone
in a field laced with nevers
that sunlight avoids
as stars fade from view
picking a clover
of unlucky petals
found on the edge
of a soft summer hue
Seeing a path
leading up to tomorrow
winding its way
past the frown on my face
different scenes
for a mind that is empty
in outlines of sadness
that boundaries trace
Echoes employ
every decibel playing
counting the measures
as harmony spills
bouncing about
lonely tree tops now crying
running from voices
that call from the hills
While here I sit
in this field laced with nevers
constricting sounds
sent to muffle the clear
stuck in a world
where the silence is screaming
muting the verses
I’m longing to hear
~
A pilgrim's shoes are laced with faith
if soled with doubt, nails fall out
The journey requires not stick, but staff
his offering ~ a tender calf
Now Autumn
————————-
I can see beyond
the open ivory curtains,
the trees being
blessed, dressed
in the laced edges
of this day’s dawn:
a beauty-gift,
a heaven-graced lift,
a scene with a slight
magic mist
as if stars were
still flaring in sight
as in the mid-night,
with their tails adorning veils
over the trees from their
silently descending trails,
to cover all the groves
of Earth in a wonder
of star-wishes and kisses
of dew on the leaves,
beginning their yearly turn
from green to red and gold
— a nature’s reprise season
in time —
a way to praise:
a raising of colors to meet
autumn’s violet skies.
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(c) sally young Eslinger 9/28/21
Glory to God
Her tummy swelled and went back in.
She dreamt of making children with him.
She dreamt, she'd dream, in white and lace,
of making their home a family place.
He never knew, she'd ever cared,
of who he was or what he'd heard.
He only knew he had his place,
and every morning it's 'her' he'd face.
Lost in love and what had been,
They'd never talk, they'd only scheme,
of what they should, of what they'd not,
of who had more, not what they'd got.
Fingertips lacing
Along the valley tracing
Our skies rolling
Beads of sweat as one forming
Succulent river flowing
I
Know
Reason
We're all
Spend'n more money
Than we can afford, 5's, 10's, on
Are contaminated with cocaine from drug deals done
Cocaine penetrates our skin innering our inner being, we are all high -cocaine
(I heard on a news cast this morning that cocaine laced money from drug deals and people
using money rolled to snort cocaine is in use by general population and this cocaine residue
is getting on our skin and it does penetrate the skin going into our bodily system. This was
found out in a govement study and I did not get exactly what the results from this study
could mean. But it struck me as very humorous. We're all being exposed to cocaine and
don't know it. What is even more outstanding is the fact that the govement did a study.)
They fatten up the grazing cattle,
roughly milking the goats and cows
Shoveling the pigs their slop,
throwing chicken feed to the hens walking about
They do the grunt labor,
always with their mind on the feast
Puffing up people’s chest breast pride;
making them feel real special like,
like they’re Mary’s little lamb
Then sardine march them to the slaughter house
to get fleeced, flayed and canned
Your vote means a lot, this you are told —
but, your newly elected government officials
already has been bought and sold
by the profit puppeteers, human cattle barons who:
Feed the people sweet candy lies,
give them the poison pill
Feed the people falsehoods,
strychnine sugar tablets laced to kill
Let truth be a famine,
never to be digested
Burn truth in a bonfire
kindled by poisonous, flammable hatred
Unholy shepherds will make you
the guest of honor at their Baal feast
But they don’t tell you that you’re the main course,
and it’s your flesh they’re gonna eat
So very strange seeing the lost flock
being shepherded by ravenous beasts
They desire to have you as their meat
But first, they’re gonna fatten you up some more;
make you more tender, and even juicer still
Then lead you to the slaughter by your own freewill
Watch out for the ones
who come trying to feed you sweet licorice lies
Trying to give everybody the poison pill
Beware of the wicked ones
who come wearing a new Jim Jones disguise —
Giving out cyanide Kool-Aid laced to kill
owl is perched up high
the dark of night radiates its beauty
though it came close to getting killed on my windshield
i relish the owl's symbolism of nature
two young deer feed on grass
the brightness of the high beams spook the two does
one of them rams the back passenger door of the car where said high beams dwell
though they came close to being a blood splatter landmark on the asphalt
i relish the two does' symbolism of nature
as home invasions continue to be legally committed
expect to be startled in this modern lifetime
a realization must be reached that these and other wild animals were here first
they have their own way of letting you know about it
i myself just deal with it and drive on to work....wishing i was still in bed