Best Mix Poems
The emotions and nature intertwine setting our mood,
Plan each day accordingly for the changing of one's attitude.
The silence within is quiet
like the newly fallen snow,
The happy thoughts within are discovered
like the flowers that begin to grow.
The anger of struggles within is a rage
like the thunderous storms,
The confusion unsettled within is everchanging
like the chameleon that constantly transforms.
The surprise emotions within stir
like the gust of cold wind moving endlessly,
The sorrow within causing pain is unbearable
like the destruction of the awaken tornado that impacts the land
tremendously.
The comforting gestures that calm our soul within are created
like the spectacular rainbow display igniting joy,
The sadness forms suddenly within is overflowing
like the flooding waters of rainstorms that annoy.
The scared feelings which fear takes over within is depressing
like a dangerous hurricane taking away our livelihood,
The peace that one longs for within is awoken
like the beautiful sunset that leaves one feeling good.
Side by side we lay,
She breathes shallowly
and I feel her chest rise
slowly, gently against my body
her breasts press against my side
And I quiver, electricity shoots through my nerves
quickening my heart and melting me into warmth
i watch her peaceful in her sleep
at rest, safe and unflinching beside me
I touch her silken hair, so soft
she is the image of beauty
An angel without mercy
Flawless creature - lips calling quietly
To be captured and enthralled
I am a prisoner of her spell
I brush her skin with my fingertips
It is so hard not to touch her
But I keep my hands back
refraining from roaming where they long to go
drawing circles down her belly and lips
aching to kiss every line of her skin
her breasts warm beneath my hands
squeezed and nipples flicked
and then brought against hungry lips
Where I would suck on them,
softly and then harder until she were squirming
whimpering as Id drag my lips down her body
over every curve licking the honey from her skin
Until reaching that luscious spot between her thighs
and gently spreading her to her surprise
my tongue dancing a million ways
diving deep to surface quickly for air
and dive down, down into her taste
kissing her thighs and nibbling her softness
and the taste of her skin makes me high
I do everything not to let myself get carried away
And yet watching her sleep is sexy to me
I lie beside her, wet and warm
aching to touch her, aching down below
where I want her to touch me
And make love with her for the first time
I'm squirming more every second I look at her
The need to love her ever growing
The need to leave and step away from this insanity
And yet I already know I wont leave her side
I'd suffer for eternity if it meant keeping this right
The sun is a star at the center of the solar system.
PARTY MIX
Sun sparks in yellow daffodil.
The small and great - a party mix.
What festive dance of gambol-ville!
Sun sparks in yellow daffodil.
The dynamic and minute thrill -
the open bud and star’s high kicks.
Sun sparks in yellow daffodil.
The small and great a party mix.
3/28/2022
daffodils---
spring blossoms
happy smiles
periwinkles
blue attire---
blaze like stars
the black hole
grave yard for stars
no headstones---
~*~
2/09/13
Note: For Gigno's Ellip Contest ( Listed under Haiku Form)
Pick & Mix
Oh Frank. W. Woolworths what have you done,
You have taken away all of the fun.
Buying the traditional Pick & Mix,
Was a yearly ritual like the turkey and stuffing mix,
Trying to cram as many as you could
Into the large cardboard tub.
Trying to be canny
and fill every nook and cranny,
Toffees, chocs, jellies, dolly mixtures, shrimps & white mice,
They all tasted really nice.
It only cost £2 99 for the lot
It was up to you how many you got,
Now it is to be no more
Having asked at several of your stores.
Gone now is the tub you could fill with as many as you like.
It’s A bag and weigh & pay, and on your bike.
Oh Frank. W. Woolworths what have you done,
You have taken away all of the fun.
A Mix-Up on Payday
By Elton Camp
Get acquainted with Senator Rich
To control spending he does itch
Changing Social Security is his way
“It’s far too expensive,” he does say
Especially the cost of living increase
The senator would like to have cease
The elderly folks he’s willing to frighten
“Your belts you’re going to have to tighten.”
He doesn’t hesitate at all them to tell
They make enough to live right well
One day he was found at his desk dead
Before him lay the thing he had just read
A social security check replaced his pay
Though an error, he died of shock that day
For his heart stopped & he hit the deck
Seeing what he thought was his paycheck
In early spring some days are cold,
for winter’s loath to break its hold,
still sending winds that bite and sting.
Some days are cold in early spring.
Sing, one and all, to welcome the unique
Pleasantness of spring. Sun’s
Rays and showers will fulfill their
Intended purpose, engendering
New life in the earth as we say
Good-bye to Winter’s last cold blast.
Are those little birds I see now
soaring in the skies above me?
Itchy, weepy, bloodshot eyeballs
strain to see spring's scenes so lovely.
Fragrances of March and April,
gifts sweet springtime now delivers,
permeate my faucet nostrils,
turning streams to raging rivers.
Benadryl is coursing through me,
bringing respite from the season,
rendering me semi-conscious,
itching not, but lacking reason.
Mid-spring is here. The earth’s alive.
Green grass, full trees, and flowers thrive.
Sunshine and warm winds bring us cheer.
The earth’s alive. Mid-spring here.
Comes June’s debut with longer days
and rising heat. To summer’s ways,
we soon must bid sweet spring adieu.
With longer days, comes June’s debut.
March 23, 2021, spliced together from three old poems
Contest: Fragments of Verse
Sponsor: John Lawless
two pounds of M&M's
3 raisins, 2 nuts, 1 seed
the way I like it!
Love lingers in my life, my alluring air;
A golden glow and glamour, gift from a holy ghost,
like a fine flower so free and fair
cruising with creative colours in a cool coast,
God's lasting law, traded to us...my tender toast.
Momma lay my guns to ground
Uncle Sam said i can't shoot them anymore
There's a dark, dark cloud coming down
Oh my God! it's heavens door
9 catfish head on the fence there
Why in the hell did i ever fight this war
Maybe God will give me Wisdom one day
I don't know I prayed for it since i was 4
my brother's on the ground he's dying, bleeding to death
I just killed him I'm carrying a sword
I look down I'm ashamed now
why in the hell did I ever fight this war!
the distinctive sound
of whittling leaves -
midnight garden
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spreading
from day into night -
her flaming hair
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exposing
my vulnerability -
lightning
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despite the routine
she cannot help blushing -
evening sky
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A Hiku Poetry Contest
Sponsor: William Kekaula
Placed 2nd
Posted 26th November 2021
I
Bread has an everyday demanding presence, not daily dough
But daily fare across the miles, across ancient ways and wonders
Built by bread in bellies of slaves and laborers: pyramids and others
II
These days, when I say bread, I think of communion
The first with Abraham, when Melchisadek met him near Mamre
Tithing came naturally to Abraham; Priest without beginning brought bread
III
Then Jesus reminded us that these were Christophanies, heralding Him
"The bread of God is he who comes from heaven to give life to the world"
The Gospel of John (6:33) and again, "I am the Bread of Life" (6:48)
IV
You see, Dear Hearts, beyond the staple, the ordinariness of bread (brown)
You practice: flour, oil, salt must be mixed well; use yeast (my sin upon Him)
You knead. Our need. Wait. Knead. Wait. Start fire. A sacrifice (Complete)
A Rhyme about Ties
How many ties does a man need
In fashion to be up to speed?
I really haven’t got a clue
Would you say about sixty two?
Tie Limerick
His ties number sixty two
Now here’s what I’m going to do
I’ll snip off each end
Drive him round the bend
I’d do that, now how ‘bout you?
Each tie rack I have arranged
I tell you I’m quiet deranged
But this I must say
I’ll use them for play
Or else I will be estranged
He cuts a figure so fine
This crazy husband of mine
So I’ll just shut up
Drink this bitter cup
For in a suit he’s sublime
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Banana Bubble Gum
yummy yum yum
give me some some
Double Double
Bubble Bubble
no more
Trouble Trouble
Tripple Tripple Tripple
Super Ripple Ripple Ripple
Yummy Yum Yum
in my Tummy Tum Tum
Banana Bubbles, Baby !!
Copyright McCuen 2008
Gin with tonic water
Is my favourite drink
Sometimes I change it
From tonic water
To something different
Mixing cranberry juice
With a bite of gin
Or vodka with cranberry
juice
I enjoy vodka with ginger
ale
Or gin with ginger ale
Or gin with or vodka with
with ginger ale
I like to mix it differently
Enjoying what I create
No matter what I create
Gin with tonic is my favourite