Best Lustily Poems
The little imp bawled lustily
as it lay in its perambulator
there by the water fountain
in a secluded garden
right in the middle of a concrete jungle,
disturbing my elevated thoughts
that churned and churned inside my mind
on how to kill those pesky flies
that infested my rundown abode.
It was no use for me
to kick any brilliant idea around,
so long as that pesky brat
disturbed the silence all around.
Why even the doves stopped cooing
and other birds stopped chirping,
whilst most decided that 'twas best
to search for a quieter place.
So I walked up to his comely nurse
sitting contentedly on a bench
and scratching my unshaven face
I quite politely asked
why the little cherub cry so much!
She looked me up and down
and down and up, no doubt
disgusted by what she discerned.
"Maybe he's seeing a devil,"
she replied, cooing at the cherub
that made its bright new pram
quiver with yelping wails.
"Or maybe he's thirsty,"
scathingly I replied.
Cherub my foot, I thought.
And sighing I slowly repaired
back to my solitary bench
and thought and thought on
how I could kill those parasites
that bothered me as much
as that little cherub in the pram.
She That Embraced The Darkness In Her Veins
With her mind not sick of dark devious games
she opens dead doors, tossing in more painful blames
in newly acquired realm, no mercy was real
as darkness ate away, weeping heart to steal.
She planted her black roses, her favorite crop
Embracing hate masters, never going to stop.
As her heart transformed to stone, sky fell away
nights holding no moons and bright stars, only grey
listening for wolves to howl and night owls hoot
she pondered life and how deep her ancient roots.
Garden wide, its radiant color darkest black
She counted her evil chips, in multiple stacks.
With heartache's deadliest weapon, she spared none
as souls shattered, she would cry out, this is fun
in heralded glory, she lit bigger fires
lustily craving hotter funeral pyres.
When nights got boring, her satanic eyes would blaze
Out into waiting wild world, all hell she would raise.
Robert J. Lindley, 8-02-2018
Rhyme, (Dark Oft Invades Broken Hearts)
Note- The muse said, when darkness invades and the heart saddens and sinks
write words from malevolent parades and pour us both much stiffer drinks!
You were leaning over the rustic, wooden bridge.
Elements of a cold autumn eve approaching.
I just was entranced by the sea of you.
Black full hair, corduroy pants, tweed jacket.
Book of our favored poet, rested on the bridge lustily.
~ ee Cummings, his poetry blessed our union, for eternity.
That magnificent, modern poetry, not meant to be in any form.
Still lights my soul and will for all eternity!
"Kisses are a better fate than wisdom." ee Cummings
"Life is not a paragraph, and death, I think, is no parenthesis."
ee Cummings
These words upon my heart, then and now......
And for the brilliance of eternity.......
11-8-2020
Over in the meadowland the birds are singing
Warm weather portends the returning of spring
The bees have set about their pollen bringing.
Hopeful, bright spring days with excitement tingling
Cause our voices to shout out and lustily sing,
Over in the meadowland the birds are singing
While with glee my life’s breath is mingling
So happy I feel like life is gaudy glitter and bling
The bees have set about their pollen bringing.
Spring to me reminds of Barnum and Ringling
The colorful memories of childhood bring
Over in the meadowland the birds are singing.
I can reminisce about the high school flinging
The loss of my first love that brought a sting,
The bees have set about their pollen bringing.
The season of spring brings to me self-healing
More than anything else, a welcoming thing,
The bees have set about their pollen bringing
Over in the meadowland the birds are singing.
FIRST PLACE WINNER
edited April 7, 2022
written January 21, 2022
for "Springtime Villanelle" Poetry Contest
sponsored by Sotto Poet
The surgeon generals
are scalpel meeting once again
Fear doktors of war
are planning to raise another mar
on Earth’s topographical skin
Pigmented epidermal cells
are being prosperity lullabied put to sleep
under the celestial lights
Souls with eyes and minds closed —
their ears tingle lustily,
hearing cash pillow talk on poverty sheets
But, the gorgeous planetary patient
has no operating room human rights
Oh, such an awful terrestrial plight!
Yet, the view from the firmament heights
show another picture
of love from above
No stitches are seen
on the sky blue-eye, brown skin beauty
Regal global queen,
daughter of the Lunar tides,
your disfigurement is a cosmic shame
Moon princess,
Snow White seasonal changeling,
the galloping Four Horsemen are coming
upon the dispossessing gale wind
to trample upon
your perfect facial contours again
Hazel spring eyes,
with a cerulean crown
over her cloud-colored wedding veil
She wears such a Polar aurora adorable,
pristine mountainous gown
But the Jekyll dogs of war
are viciously on the shadow Hyde, waiting
to gnash another canine needle
into your verdant cheek vale fertility
Upon an evergreen face
does not one strand of virgin
forest hair
stand out of winter place
Until the anaesthesia bombs needle drop
to pockmark your oasis skin ...
and the monstrous dissection begins
Bloody butchers bullet love
slaughterhouse flaying
Stitching border sutures ... raised-flag lines
that are ever changing
As the summer fruits of world peace
are no longer autumn falling
Cris-cross scissor map marks
have so money land-lust sullied your timeless beauty
A planetary Bride of Frankenstein
is now your geo-political, laboratory scarred destiny
And I’m afraid to experimentally speak:
more stitches are soon forthcoming
Yet, from high above,
tho’ I hear
the negotiating table scalpel scrapes ...
I see no ugly stitches
on your indigo beautiful oceanic face
Sing tae me the auld sangs that ah learnt when a bairn,
Sitting at ma mithers knee hearin the lilting tunes,
Carrying me far awa in ma mind
Wurds o the land whaur ah live
An love aw the deys o ma life.
The auld sangs o Caledonia uv heroes ,fermers an unco ithers,
Auld yins wi tales tae tell o plooghmen wi ther hoarses
Running trecks in the fields
Ready fur seed hoping tae grow,
Berley,oats and wheat an aw.
O shepherds an ther dugs so clever an quick,
Chasing the yowes ower hill an glen,
Hardy people wummin an men,
Oot in a wethers hail,rain ur sna,
Lookin fur the yin that’s lost.
Auld sangs bring memories back pintin the wey tae gaw,
Daw we daur tae learn from them wisdom an aw,
Wi a sigh an a tear in oor een,
At the end o the year wi sentiment seen
Auld sangs agin lustily sung.
Andrew mcintyre 18 lanuary 2021.
A spirited moon skipped and skid
across the silent snowy steppes
as a pale sun sidled and slid.
Her passionate sensuous steps
softly seduced the stars to shine
across the silent snowy steppes.
I beseeched the night to be mine,
singing a sentimental song,
softly seduced the stars to shine.
The Milky Way formed a sarong
surrounding me with deep desire,
singing a sentimental song.
I followed lustily in dire
need of fragrant vanilla grace,
surrounding me with deep desire.
The mystical night chided me,
a spirited moon skipped and skid.
Her radiance had blinded me
as a pale sun sidled and slid.
"Romance in the Time of Crawling"
We wait in hibernation
for the great release
into a 2nd coming maybe
a 3rd, a 4th, a 5th
it’s a joyful death
the pain on entry
where oceans break
the certainty of all
that is shore
the harbour opens
we sail forward
through bloody waters
into a new territory
the washing machine
cycle, load and dry
the vacuuming of floor
grounded, we are
lustily put to bed
lusciously all wrapt up
in those hot little deaths
stimulus to create
something better
of ourselves
borne again
it’s like looking
into the eyes
of a mirror
for a little while
the distant sound
of seagulls waiting
for their feed
crying loudly
to be fed
milk and honey
in the let down
drawn back in through
tiny sharp succubous lips
adored little vampires
that suck the life out of you
like air to breathe
you hold in your arms,
you hold your breath
for a little sleep,
you no longer sleep
you’d do it
all over again
romance in the time
of crawling
like an infant
crossing the line
learning to let go
the lessons
in the value of repeat
no open casket viewing
high 5 requiem me
Lavendar street
swimming again
diving into the deep end
with bathers at Balmoral
ashes like snow
falling into the ocean
moving against your skin
to live the dream again
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
dimensions.
Returning a pearl within each silver breath lining one gem treasure
sweeping over deep sea waves tides turn in loves pure pleasure
Blue unfolding white washed emotions, sweeping over feelings
touching feathers of an angel floats inside warm strokes a celestial being
Woven inside golden petals kiss the magic heart of this shell opens
hovering fingers dance fluttering hot waves galloping upon the crest breaks
Sweetly landing on the sands of loves sweet beauty happiness sings
in paradise holding two souls join hands bells of Heaven rings
Walking towards a sun setting dream rose gold crowning beauty
Eden desire bites from the tree of knowledge faraway uniting hearts duty
Sweetly dance together in an ocean tune flying without wings
salt of this earth wet lips tasting destiny kissing your feet love rings
Beauty graces sea nymph with eyes of diamonds and bright sea-gold hair
wonders of all majestic earth no other maiden glows quite so fair
Heavenly notes echoes sweetly in the majesty of her alluring love songs
praise pours forth as she shines to delight her ever adoring throngs
Sun and sky conspire to gift her a wondrously staged ocean of calm
all the astounded world bows and eats lustily from her gentle palm
Tales of her beauty greater than palaces of diamonds, rubies and gold
angelic countenance that was the envy of legendary fairy queens of old
King Poseidon bowed down in defeat, laying love vows at her dainty feet
unable to control the ardor of his massively deep white-hot love heat
She that wept for a day and time with but one deserving male human soul
soft touches and wet kisses with that lost prince her secret love goal
Returning as a pearl within each silver breath she offers her treasure
sweeping over deep sea waves she rides, a dream of loves pure pleasure
A co write written by Liam Mcdaid and Robert Lindley
thank you dear friend a pleasure writing this with you
I Lay My Desires Deep Into You
In my mind, I am reminded
Sweet nights in your soft bed
longing for your deep kiss
As my body aches for your touch
all of you I so lustily miss
I need all that you have lived
the love your heart reaps
Your perfection and sexy body
make my desires jump in leaps
As the bed holds our hot love
your skin quivers at my touch
I pull you gently beneath me
passion is urgent and too much
My mind crashes into deep spasms
I lay my desires deep into you
I beg for your sweetest treasures
your beautiful living essence too
As we flame into that vivid world
fires unite into swirling ecstasy
I grow drunk off purest pleasure
of your deepest sexual fantasy
The rhythm builds into a tempest
moans match a thundering waterfall
I live deep into your hot dreams
striving to give it forever my all
I close my eyes to make the image
of your beauty there so nude
The satisfaction thunders upward
gifting the best of this fantasy mood
Our lips meet again to finish
this deep feast of heated passion
You the queen of my longing desires
we united in love and our compassion
Robert J. Lindley, 01-31-2015
Frog Adventures - journey always continues - A Collaboration
The Frog lands on earth smiling
Nothing has changed In mirror reflections
Bearing gifts from his mission on Mars
He met the cow who jumping over the moon
On the milky way he lay back rocking thoughts
Upon the moons' smile on a beautiful memory
Laughing having fun In warm joy
When lightning struck
Striking a beautiful tune sings out
Watching the dish elope with the spoon
Crying It looks like the cat Is playing the fiddle
Sadly tugging heart strings the temperature drops
Every which way swaying lost
One craft on this ocean a ghost ship
Into a shadow horizon
I sail to you In light of the moon
Are you sure? That Is not quite the story of the Frog that seamen tell. He lost all his gifts when he fell Into the sea. This Is the way seamen tell It.
Captain Jamie Lee Is at the wheel the ghost ship was the Dramallach Raven
A fine upstanding bunch of pirate lads not one of them was a craven
Now out of the corner of his eye Jamie Lee did spy
Something strange and he almost gave a startled cry
A Frog fell Into the sea small and green
Frog overboard He did lustily cry his eyes sharp and keen
The mate threw over the line and then to crews surprise
A little green frog holding a brollie stood before their eyes
This little Frog lifted up and placed on the poop deck
A poor little fellow he was and he looked quite a wreck
It was then Mr. Frog noticed Jamie Lee was a ghost
And he turned white and lean Instead of being green
As he sat shaking looking up at his host
"Now Mr. Frog what will I do with you oh deary me
Bash you on the head then off with your legs and have you for my tea"
Don't panic, didn't happen, just a bit of ghostly pirate humour there. There were no Frogs harmed In the making of this poem. Now, where was I? oh yes.......
"Now Mr. Frog what will I do with you oh deary me
I think we'll take you back to Ireland across the briny sea"
A Collaboration by Liam Mcdaid & Michael Clarke.
Oh Giorgio how can i imress you
What words can i say
Shall I write about a blue sky
On a summers day.
Maybe a mighty boat
That sailed away to heavens gates
Taking with it our loved ones
To a painfree home, to watch and wait
Think i will write about the heartache
Brought on by those in power
Sending our lads to fight
A battle no one wants to endure
How about I write of love
You seek and you will find
Where you want to hold and touch
Lustily seductive, mind twisting kind
Hope i have impressed you
With these few words of mine
Even more so I think
Cos i penned it all in rhyme
Penned 27 July 2013
Sing me here an old-timey hymn
Like “Amazing Grace” or “Jesus Saves,”
Sing it lustily before my bier,
Nothing overly sad, morose, or grim
My funereal may elicit some raves
But I prefer that to the maudlin tear;
Please remember, I shall be watching.
Not appreciating unnecessary waves,
I shall be very happy that I am here
In Paradise, no more frivolous botching,
Sing me here!
Written June 6, 2022
Midnight Rendezvous
I have slept with watermelon
caressed the firm curvaceousness,
lustily bathed in scented
come-on of baking bread,
kissed gently the smooth fuzz
of sun warmed, stolen, peaches,
tasted the salty sting
of clandestine rendezvous,
darkened room, refrigerator moonlight,
succulent secret moments
passion’s fruit
satiation’s lip licking climax
dripping on my bare chest,
tantalizingly tickling
a depleted six-pack.
The refrigerator door closes,
a dark guilt follows me
back to bed.
6/24/2016
On the heels of
last week’s snow storm,
Red Winged Blackbirds
have returned.
Resplendent males
red epaulets flared
against sleek black feathers
against cold white snow.
Staking their
patch of cattails,
each holding forth
Lord of his territory
each lustily calling
"Okalee"
till his Lady arrives
fashionably late
with warmer weather.