Best Liquids Poems
They enter the strip
joint like the last
flurrie of flakes.
She hears the music,
hears the voice of the
D.J. Wind, enters on cue.
Her cold poles await her
as she moves to the beat.
One south, one north.
She works them both.
They call her Storm
she is the feature act.
Drawing her minions
in for months now.
Quickly the starkness of ivory
starts to melt off her body.
The long blanched gloves
covered those particular
patches are the first to go
revealing the fresh lustre of
bare skin once again exposed.
Sexy,
she's a professional!
She stares out
noticing the skeletal
frames once only
shadows,
now with a glimmer
of light.
She knows her time
is short now
feels a hint
of life in her
domain of
dead stares.
Hears sounds
that are telling.
Was that really a chirp
or just a whistle?
The pulse of warmth starts
to pump through her veins.
Now her shiny robe
falls to the ground and
you can sense the smell
of want in the air.
The flow of liquids
previously frozen stiff.
Storm the stripper
slowly teases the crowd.
Down to her Victoria Secret
garb she tugs at our groins
knowing her audience craves
more.
In this case that also
means less.
I personally will miss her
in this present form.
Her tidy white lingerie
against her tanned skin.
Covered peaks,
rounded mounds.
You just want to
ride up, and maneuver
your way down.
The timing is wrong.
I know she will strip bare
as first the top goes then
down to a G-String of snow.
Naked,
winter stands
in front of me.
She will meander a bit
shake with a breeze
of perfumed cold.
Slide onto the floor as she undulates
with her come ons that near a finality.
She saunters off the stage
and me I watch winter's end.
Spring, on winter's barren
ground starts to peek from
around the curtain,
with her touch of green.
Warm breezes.
Her array of pastel colors.
Ladies and Gentlemen,
Winter has left the building,
Spring is here!
01~19~2015
Sponsor: SKAT A
Contest: Winters End
Categories:
liquids, cool,
Form:
Free verse
...and the wind..!
was,
electric.
there was water..!
there was sun..!
...it was all renewable...
the energy,
powered,
sustained,
life..!
Fossil liquids burning
emitting toxins
that was OUR mistake.
From the day a human kick started
wound up the first combustible engine..!
The first spill in any ocean
should have been our clue.
It was what cigarettes was to lungs-
-what alcohol was to brain cells.
It was a human error,
a human error so huge
that like a mythical dragon
assumed a life of its own
consumed the will
the power
the limited minds
of limited men.
Unlike the giant beast
veiled as nuclear power
with its unlimited potential
that would have wooed the minds
of the greatest among us,
oil from its inception
had the smell of destruction on its breath.
It would in its own way
fulfil the prophecy
the world would end
with a whimper not a bang.
We saw its horns
its bright red skin
its pitch fork
but we signed up willingly
...and from that day on
our eternal souls were damned.
24~10~2014
Categories:
liquids, environment,
Form:
Narrative
You say you want lots of rum? Put it in a big fat drum.
Cooking oils put in drums too. Soy or canola will do.
Put your hands in a basin. Want a jar? How about a Mason?
In a jar, you can put jam, but probably not a ham.
Flour you can put into a bowl. Lay flat for biscuits. Roll and roll.
Sugar put into a bowl with flour. Add in things not sour!
Put your trash in a bin. In a glass pour your gin.
Soup or a drink put in a cup. All night in comfort you can sup.
In our sky God put stars. In cartons man put cigars.
In cartons too you can put milk. On your hair put a scarf of silk.
Put good fruit into a pail. In your mailbox stick your mail.
Many things you can put in a box. Things from Amazon, clocks and rocks.
Coins I might put in a pouch; cash in cushions of my couch.
In my bag I put such things as lipstick, cash, strings or rings.
In your lunchbox put a banana. Bikinis, though, put in a cabana!
Santa puts gifts in a sack. Shirts you put both front and back.
Folks put liquids in a jug. Liquids hot go in a mug.
A lot of fluid put in a vat. I don’t think most folks own that.
In a bathtub put your body, using bath salts – not too shoddy.
Put your wool things in a sink. But dry hot not, or it will shrink!
You can put upon a tray things not too big down to lay.
Last, should all a body burn, it’s good to hold it in an urn.
Jan. 24, 2023 for the Lipogram Poetry Contest of Emile Pinet
Categories:
liquids, humorous,
Form:
Verse
You walk through the metal detector
You look at me with a deep seated scorn
You loath that I made you remove your stuff
You had to take off your shoes belt and jewelry
You’re thinking “I’m no criminal or terrorist so why me”
I am only doing the job the government requires of me
I am not the reason you are harassed and had to partially strip
I do empathize with you seeing I have to do the same thing too
No one cares that I am a Screening Officer I am searched when I travel
The government says what’s good for the goose is good for the gander
You want to get mad at someone then look in the right direction
The ones who blatantly took the lives of our families and friends
Who took the choice of traveling to most places away forever
Who took the privilege of carrying most things on board away
The freedom to travel with our liquids and gels peanut butter and jam
Don’t blame me because I am risking my life to keep you safe
Don’t blame me for someone not caring about your fate
Don’t blame me for what Mr. Harper and Mr. Obama says
Or for what the UK says is their Standard Operating Procedures (SOP)
Don’t blame me I am just the messenger that holds many lives in my hand
Categories:
liquids, fear, on work and
Form:
Verse
Temple of the Gods
Within the realities, unseen deified admits a parallel preen
A shielded smokescreen for their succus is made unclean
In the matriarchal machine a throne tallat for the Queen
A calumnious convene in illusions that dered and demean
The fallen Angels level in their banishing bedaubed bedevil
In ruins ravaging, they revel a tenacious tenet of their temple
For their mendacious meddle we are the reifier of our vessel
We wilfully wrestle and retire in our denned deceived nestle
We are the many among the few evitative as we quietly ensue
For we must rise and renew all sexes seduced within their skew
Time to be trusted and true him or her who sees the veils thru
Constructs that construe dimensional drifts solos in the goo.
A Palindrome is a word or phrase which reads the same backwards as forwards, such as madam
deified – past tense of "to deify", meaning to consider as a god
succus – any of various liquids excreted by animals or plants
tallat--A loft.
dered – past tense of "to dere", an archaic word meaning to harm
level – various common meanings
tenet – a belief or principle
reifier – someone who reifies (considers an abstract concept to be real)
denned – past tense of to den, meaning to live in a den
evitative – a grammatical case indicating fear or aversion.
sexes – plural of sex
sees – third-person present tense of ‘to see’
solos – plural of solo
May.08.2018
Palindromes
Sponsored by: Joseph May
Categories:
liquids, evil, power, prison,
Form:
Rhyme
12/13/20
"Why Is It?"
Times of crisis
The cause of our own destruction, and being lifeless
Is more complex than science
Sometimes it involves an appliance
Sometimes it's considered sacrifices
Often from violence
Or our own devices
Quickly will pay the price quick
And might just die if
You never try to fight it
An ongoing virus
Having an impact on the sinus
With me, don't try to get righteous
Or pious
I'm not one sided
Or biased
I remain silent
Holding a trident
On an island
Among redwood giants
No matter the climate
I spied it
And saw with my eye this
There's too many tyrants
Folks kept calling them "your highness"
Such B.S., never once did I buy it
Always remained quiet
Became friends with pirates
Such knowledge and experience is priceless
Turning on the light switch
Not so blinded or simple minded
Gaining mileage
Shining like a diamond
And still enlightened
Paying no mind or trying to fight the system
We've no proof, of if extra-terrestrial life visits
Why is it?
It's nice and vivid
The world can be quite wicked
At times I find it twisted
You don't have to agree, just don't be blind to it
Why kid?
Don't try to fib
Living a lie, why live it?
Often saw the back of my eyelids
Getting so high, I'm lifted
Mixing alcohol with it, if it already didn't
It's about to hit quick
Was or wasn't predicted
The same can be said for it being scripted
Spirits risen
Despite so much division
A lot of content is encrypted
Continuing the expedition
With ambition
As was written
The truth not fiction
Taking out all competition
Remaining driven
Nearby mechanisms
And organisms
Made my decision
Many schisms
Everyone has opinions
Did or didn't involve criticism
In and out of hell's kitchen
Often I've been conflicted
I don't just sip it
I dive in it
Wasn't always able to fit in
Either I did, or I didn't
I'm different
I listen
Keep my hand hidden
Using wisdom
And vision
To take care of business
From the start to the finish
Yet I'm far too dependent on substances and liquids
It's really sad, I know isn't it (it is)
Categories:
liquids, passion, poetry, rap, spiritual,
Form:
Rhyme
Angel where are thee? left my side, thou swore your love unto my heart. wilt thee stay
angered forever? or find forgivness in thee soul, for crimes unheard of. my heart achs, and
beats the hot liquids, bleeding through my chest....
Categories:
liquids,
Form:
Nearing the end of their fleeting days,
short-inhaled lives infirmly await the long dark
Garrulously tilting fermented liquids in a park,
they watch their former youthful ways
Addled memories of a once robust stride
keep the brown paper covered truth hidden well
Selfish pleasures have left their flesh bodies frail,
weary envious exhalation of tearful pride
Uncomfortable thoughts tinge their mind,
feeble resistance offered in boisterous recollections
Never given to ingest any sobering contemplations,
aged souls possessing only wrinkled opine
Cantankerous wrong heights stooped on a bench,
bemoaning last rites of spirits dead long ago since
Categories:
liquids, allusion, dark, eulogy, people,
Form:
Sonnet
Escape into your heart;
Where your mind can't be found;
Flee into the fleeting muscles, pumping iron;
Flow within the vessels that inhabit dew;
Liquids of scarlet drops of quarrel;
Flee from out your head;
Those hurt full pangs you dread;
Sacrifice those killing scene;
Vanquish thoughts of unpleasantness;
Words hurt more than metal, sticks or stone;
And within my last breath...
Two face swords of tongues left;
6/4/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
Categories:
liquids, analogy, anger, angst, conflict,
Form:
Light Verse
As
liquids accommodate themselves
by
taking the shape of the vessel they are
poured into
so
one's personality is developed
by
adjusting to the mold his character
provides!*
© Demetrios Trifiatis
17 June 2020
* Character: (Gr.: character, from the Greek verb "charassein" to engrave) A name for the collective traits, emotional, intellectual, and volitional, which constitute the individual mind that Man is born with!
**Personality: Characteristic configuration of behavior response patterns that each person evolves as a reflection of his individual adjustment to life.
Categories:
liquids, analogy, character, people,
Form:
Free verse
Buried alive by your goodbyes
Airborne dead by your senseless lies
Overcoming feelings of hurt,
Seeking first His comfort
Drenched in silence
While the waters rinses away
The dread from my head
The squalid grief left me
Breathless for only a moment,
Then it disappears instead
So sick of the sorrow
So, I’m high up in the clouds
Let me live till tomorrow
Let me avoid the endless crowds
I won't wear my usual frown
While I swim in waters of blue
And trek on grounds of brown
I am sipping the liquids of morning dew
Succumb to courageousness
I won't ascend with sadness
Repugnant rage drifts away so fast
My happiness from above is so vast
Buried alive by your goodbyes
Airborne dead by your senseless lies
Overcoming feelings of hurt,
Seeking first His comfort
I'm the prey of mere procrastination
I'm falling victim to foolish sensation
Need effulgence and a sense of relief
From this rather squalid, despicable grief
Being sorrowful is extremely pitiful
This brief grief will disappear
And become something so beautiful,
So fear not, my doubtful dear
Relieve me
Release me
Release the demons from my mind
I'm a stranger in danger from long ago,
Simply left behind…left oh so blind
I'm a loner, all alone, trying to go with the flow
Everyday, I wish
I could soar away
The bottomless anguish
Maybe it’ll be today…
It’s been far too long…way too long…
Since I've seen the light (I'll make it tonight)
Since I've knew right from wrong
I will try with my might (I'll make it alright)
Categories:
liquids, angst, emotions, encouraging,
Form:
Rhyme
Anyone can count the seeds in an apple, but only God can count the number of apples in a seed. - Robert H. Schuller
Luscious crimson, amber, falling
Trembling on branches, perfect yarns
Reciting journeys, their calling
Seeds thrown aside while nature darns
Trembling on branches, perfect yarns
Fables and feelings, rustling winds
Seeds thrown aside while nature darns
Blessings eternal, gentling minds
Fables and feelings, rustling winds
Glossy skins need peeling, tasty
Blessings eternal, gentling minds
Autumn swirls its songs so hasty
Glossy skins need peeling, tasty
Scrumptious liquids dribbling juices
Autumn swirls its songs so hasty
Startling bliss without excuses
Scrumptious liquids dribbling juices
Orchard scented with fruity hints
Startling bliss without excuses
Perfumed by autumn’s trailing prints
Orchard scented with fruity hints
Picking between the red and gold
Perfumed by autumn’s trailing prints
Harvest time, striking to behold
Picking between the red and gold
Reciting journeys, their calling
Harvest time, striking to behold
Luscious crimson, amber, falling
Categories:
liquids, autumn, seasons,
Form:
Pantoum
So why did I do it?
It still isn't clear.
The rooms were all taken;
The busiest this year.
And all of them dusty,
And all of them tired.
The trek to their birth-place
By Rome now required.
A census, the issue.
A right royal pain.
And doubtless the purpose
More tribute to gain.
The evening was settling,
The rush nearly o'er.
But still came a knocking
For help at my door.
The couple so tender,
The young girl with child.
The husband imploring
With eyes almost wild.
About to refuse them,
I glanced once at her.
Amazingly peaceful
And patient, demure...
"But wait, there's the stable.
Not much of a spot.
But shelter and bedding;
That's all I have got.
And liquids and lanterns
And clean swaddling fare.
Go quickly, my children,
Your baby comes there!"
(And so near my livestock
Messiah was born.
The night sky, the shepherds,
The earth-changing morn.)
https://issuu.com/deedub51/docs/bethlehem_king
Categories:
liquids, baby, bible, christmas,
Form:
Rhyme
Oh the joys of an airport trolley
I try and push it oh what a folly
The wheels always have a life of their own
I’ve not got off the ground I just want to go home
I want it to go left but it goes off to the right
I give in to its stubbornness; I really don’t want a fight
At last I reach the check in I can leave the trolley behind
Farewell you metal monster you drove me out my mind
I queue up at the check in to get my boarding pass
Hope they don’t scrutinise my photo I really look an ass
No I’ve not got any liquids and I packed the bag myself
Oh damn I’ve left my travel sickness pills on the kitchen shelf
Now its through security oh how I do hate that
Remove your belts and boots, your scarf and your hat
Make sure you put your liquids in a plastic bag
Without my Oil of Olay I look a real old hag
In the departure lounge your pocket takes a hit
Have you seen the cost of a cuppa – it takes the mick a bit
You sit around for ages and hope that there is no delay
I just want to board the plane and go on holiday
Herded up like cattle when you hear the flight number call
I climb the aircraft steps carefully so I don’t take a fall
Squeeze into the aircraft seat and buckle up your belt
Hope the pilot knows their stuff and your last card’s not got dealt
Finally the plane takes off and you are in the air
Thirty minutes flight time for an exorbitant fare
Finally you land and you reach your destination
Time to relax and sit back and enjoy your vacation.
Jan Allison
30th April 2014
Categories:
liquids, flying, humorous, travel,
Form:
Rhyme
Doris' procedure is today
Remember her
It is laparoscopic which is not as bad as open incision but still surgery
Followed by only clear liquids for a week
Then protein shakes
Then pureed baby food
Then food introduced slowly
She was really anxious yesterday..Concerned if she had made the right decision, etc.
Thanks
Sara
Categories:
liquids, daughter, health,
Form:
Free verse