Best Lubricating Poems
Reverie
Saturday in the arms of Mother Nature
That state – in between – just before one leaves consciousness
in order to cross the threshold into that world of the subconscious
That place between semi wakefulness and the land of dreams
where life is surrealistically richer, deeper than reality
and clearer than the images one sees in the world of dreams.
In this fantastic, altered state of being, I felt, I touched
a beautiful pink where all life begins, and begins !
My lips, my tongue, my fingers tips sailed across a body
of pure water, caressing every atom, every epithelio
of life, stroking your soul from head to your little toe
and back to the world of pink, where sweet lips met mine,
lubricating my tongue in the most passionate French kiss
your motherhood has or will ever have known !
My state of reverie !, my dream, but not your reality.
The reverie of my Saturday, I’d love to make your reality !
B. J. “A” 2
February 18th 2007
It looks like a tidal wave if looked under a microscope
Its valid only for the user the manual says
Salt is the antiseptic that prevents infections
It didn't prevent you
You my last tear and the salt
Did the wife of Lot feel her last tear
When I sleep the tears are still made
Washing and lubricating my eyes
Our love should have been washed
The words twirled and cleaned and rinsed
They would come out fresh and the kindness
Instead the last tear waits silently
It won't be recycled
One last tear waits with hope in the hamper
She wonders where to go, clueless in her ceramic cage,
with octaves oceanic (there's an oaf in my ocarina)
But Oh! Her delight when her Breather goes soprano
a whippoorwill trying her wings in the sauna sky
laps of leisure in steamy cirrus clouds
(there's a glider on the Puget Sound)
And she knows the stories that abound
in the sensation of a sonnet
(though you may shake a speare at the classic verse)
She's licked the pearl pages of such pretty pamphlets.
You could say she's been around ...
Fighting flights of fancy through Fraser fir,
as busy as a bee, like she's got somewhere to be
(an important meeting with the sea?
a journey through Farrah Fawcett follicles?)
And things aren't always what they seem,
keeping close ties with Elohim,
lubricating our lungs with lovely life (and the pockets of air between the knife)
More hypocritical than Hebraic Hitler.
With tornadoes in tow
and summer waves that flow
(she has secrets to disclose
for elements in the know)
NOTE: Puget Sound is a sound along the northwestern coast of Washington. Elohim is a Hebraic term for God.
Written on March 18th, 2016
For the Element Wind Contest Hosted by Brian Davey
Placed 2nd
We cannot do without water,
But it could do without us
If we choose!
Bodies of living things are made up
of mostly water, squashy plants,
Blood and Lymph included too.
Without Hydration, the skin as well as
Internal organs would become very dry.
Dry organs cannot function and
Would definitely malfunction!
Even tears and saliva would be
diminished,
Forming crusts instead of lubricating!
Drink lots of fluids, for fluid loss
is a continuous thing-
As we breathe, sweat, in kidney-
filtering,
Water is indeed a Requisite for life
and living;
Mucus dilution during the Common
Cold.
Normal electrolytes depend upon it.
Potassium, Sodium, Magnesium
when dry, crystalizes and heart and
Brain problems we do get.
Water is also seen in Crystallization,
In the form of ice, snow,or on cold
surfaces.
It crystalizes on those unfortunately
frost-bitten ones,
In the frozen, hard unrelenting cold
caregivers take care of!
It Precipitates in Seas, Oceans, Rivers,
Lakes and Streams;
Where "hot air rises" as a mist to the
clouds,
Making them heavy to "fall" as rain.
Animals, Humans and Vegetation welcome it.
Water is a great "body-guard" for being
Impermeable,
Oil and water never mix and fat is separated too.
Water helps form blood and lymph after we eat,
Flowing to flush out our accumulated mess.
We are Invigorated with life, as cells hydrate
Durig a long trek on a path at camp.
Water invigorates the life-source due to
exhaustion,
Even the Lord cried out "I thrist."
Water "minds its own business:
Quenching the thirst of animals,
Irrigating lands as it passes by,
Filling reservoirs for domestic use.
Choose to make use of it daily!
Poetry Contest:
Poetry Title: Elements Part 3: WATER
Instructions:
YOUR POEM TO BE SUBMITTED WITH ALL 6 OF THESE WORDS:
1) HYDRATION (2) REQUISITE (3) PRECIPITATION (4) IMPERMEABLE (5) INVIGORATE (6) CRYSTALLIZATION.
Poetry Contest Deadline: Friday, April 29, 2016
Sponsored by: Brian Davey
- Breaking Habits
A journey begins,
Over the bridge from the South...
It is not to late.
- Pain
Such exquisite pain,
Wanting, there is no pity...
In the depths of hell.
- Brother in arms
Fraternal embrace,
Each one is for the other...
For the love of life.
- Lessons learned
Old remedies told,
Lubricating body and mind...
True strength from within.
………………………………… (Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter)
I heard a squeak beneath my seat
I must protect my trunk
I’d give that squeaker such a clump
If I were grown and drunk
I heard a squeak beneath my seat
It gave me such a scare
Those tiny squeakers make me meek
Is there one under there
I heard a squeak beneath my seat
I quickly raised my feet
I did not dare to take a peek
Or beat a quick retreat
I heard a squeak beneath my seat
It’s messing with my brain
Every time I move a bit
It seems to squeak again
I heard a squeak beneath my seat
And now I need my dad
He rushed out when he heard the squeak
The squeaking made him mad
I heard a squeak beneath my seat
And now it’s squeaking faster
My seat moved when I moved my feet
For each leg has a caster
I heard a squeak beneath my seat
It made my dad’s blood boil
But now he’s back and in his trunk
Is lubricating oil
They all said when you left
It would take a few years
And some time for me to move on from here
But this guy won’t soon forget
All the good times that we had
Yeah those days of ease and memories I hold dear
Yeah, I tried to figure it out
While lubricating a lot of fear
Yeah, the whiskey kept things inside of me
But the memories clear
In time I began to see
A future where I needed to be
And all it took was some warm tears
And a few cold beers
You know they all were right
I was holding on too tight
I thought I was fearin’ but I was just here-and all-alone
But with help from old man time
And some tequila, cold beer and limes
I took over the talkin’ to do some walkin’
On my own
Yeah, I tried to figure it out
While lubricating a lot of fear
Yeah, the whiskey kept things inside of me
But the memories clear
In time I began to see
A future where I needed to be
And all it took was some warm tears
And a few cold beers
These days I’m doin’ just fine
I still toast you with Tecate and lime
Cause in all these years
With just a few tears
I still hold you dear
And all it took was some warm tears
And a few cold beers
Endless nights of darkness
and loneliness choke my
lost soul.
My soul becomes trapped
within a glass bottle of
untold tales.
My body feels only cravings,
cravings for his gentle hands
that I once embraced within
my own.
My mind only sees his face
fading from my memory,
making my heart to become
suffocated with the dust of
my shattered feelings.
As time goes by my whole
body and mind will remain
within an ocean of lubricating
darkness until I find his angelic
face once more.
I have been sad and perturbed lately,
for you have treated me badly,
hurt by your attitude recently,
all I did was to make you feel gaily,
My heart has been given to you fully,
but you`ve interpreted it wrongly,
I did what I did to draw you closely;
Remember the time you were lonely,
That everything made you sickly,
And I lifted your soul up solely,
Dejection and sadness reigned in your heart only,
but I poured lubricating oil smoothly,
to purge your heart from sorrow completely,
Then you promised to love me dearly,
which I accepted passionately,
And I replied that~ I`ll always be friendly,
which I carried out diligently,
why do you now treat me so unkindly?,
because I have a disease so deadly;
Your withdrawal makes me feel so silly,
which has affected me greatly,
I have lost appetite and strength briefly,
Thinking of you has made my spirit lowly;
This ailment is not my making but Godly;
I never envisage to have this~really,
Think of the love I share with you daily,
Please!stay by my side before I depart swiftly.
Tight Spaces
I wriggle through the tight spaces,
moving between these fussy wise cracks,
all in forward motion, my forward goal,
moving towards a light beyond, way up ahead.
A dimming glow, like a watery eye,
lubricating and easing my movement,
creates a viable, mercuriai, rhythmic pulse,
inching ahead, around and about and through.
Oh, these god-awful restricting spaces,
these furious fissures, these viral veins of transit,
all full of twist and turn, all jumbled up, all cramping.
The odor in this tepid din is one of aged musty moldy funk,
my twitching eyes, my heavy breath, my chest expanding,
breathing, through the yogic cure of stretch and release, I release.
Oh the pain in renewal, the ambition, it’s longing sighs alight,
clear through into my head, invading my core to my out stretched toes,
the wriggling motions do transmit waves of sensuous ciphers,
my straightened back charging to the crowning crown.
The light, oh, that dim light,
that hollow orb, the rays of dust backlit and starlike,
heavenly cloud of ash and shadow beckon;
floating as a holiday parade in slow motion
as if marching bands were moving asymmetrically,
seemingly chaotic, at random, cacophonous, atonal, obliterated,
a system of god-like symmetry in flux and flexing,
a multiverse of star clusters, clustering,
fanning-out into oblivion and its surrounding vicinities,
neighborhoods of gaseous clouds chatting,
straddling the outskirts, the farthest margins away;
of hemispheres and their continents, of space and its off-spring,
orbiting, careening, bounding, all which way, any way,
together, family like in its seeming disfunctions, outward.
There’s an itch at my back, unreachable easily, irritating, annoying,
I’m going to let it be, it’s too much work to assuage,
forward motion, my forward goal, moving inexorably,
the light ahead awaits in patience, just beyond the next obstacle.
A cacophony of sounds fills the air.
Bodhrans beat and the jukebox screams.
Flutes and fiddles mingle in a mad race
overpowering, the drone
of drunken revelers in the back room.
Daddy’s darling bounces upon his knee
wreathed in a smile rivaling the brightest sun.
Dinners play their spoons and dash their knuckles,
upon the hard black stained surface of oak tables.
Toes tapp, muffled upon carpet-covered flooring
and Guinness flows, frothy, dark, and thick,
cascading, from brass spigots, lubricating the tenor's pipes.
And in the dim, buttery warmth of candlelight
the accordion wails as Old Aunt Tillie dances.
Translucent droplets descending aimlessly
Thudding to the earth, exploding into fluidity
Transcending in sync with any exterior element
Condensing intensity with each thunderous blow
Caressing the atmosphere with friction intensifying heat
All the while, lubricating the possibilities of limitless evolution
Plush carpet of primitive sod
Seducing the blades of foliage budding with comers
Embrace the earth in a manner of plow and grace
Let Briar patches catch the droplets of reflective charges
Let us flush our cheeks in the breeze of calm
As we knead our nails into agil land
We perspire in the moistness of the dew of creation
The earth is its own composition
And we as entities must coincide
Because Vitality exist only within the rawness of us all
seemingly undeniable certitude and conviction
handle hinges slats panels lock and key
maybe a cat flap for escape towards illusions
a trap door of revolving gates
sometimes we are framed by cemented beliefs
of what remains perspective and opinion
seeking for external validations
we fail to search for what is inside
stay on the threshold of immobility
minds need lubricating agents
rust prevention or sometimes a chisel
to determine what certainty is
a conundrum delusion of impermanence
which steals happiness and adventure
of open-minded investigation
there are moments however
when we can crawl out of a window
or simply break through walls
self-made incarceration is futile
and the chains shackling us
are the ones we crafted ourselves
The meaning of Christmas, is this I see
This I knew not, yet this I blaze to meet
This I swim and swing in beat
Lubricating on its wind and heat.
The Christmas I knew, the Christmas I remember
Dwells in those days gone but tender
I remember slaughtering a goat or even a sheep
Then roasting the meat and warming its blood
I remember eating the meat in sensational comfort of traditional beer
Then blessing the occasion more, with fermented milk on guards.
I remember those days with love and urge
Needing them more: the exuberance moments of touch
But in turn I curiously wait to see more
More of winter’s heat in the embrace of Christmas,
I await to taste the intimate taste of their beer........
written in 2006
Most annoying thing the body produces
Is eye gunk to me it's downright useless
But helps when we cry
Lubricating the eyes
Aren't we due for a 10,000 mile service