Best Neck Poems
Knotted in the Dance
Our eyes in a silent promise locked,
the way only stranger's can.
Perhaps foretelling of lover's, unfrocked,
langoured and breathless ran.
You, I think, blushed in surprise,
though I really don't remember.
For I, like a thief rushed window pried,
saw only endless splendor.
Your face laying against my chest explored,
and traced the furrow'd line.
Though indifferent to that wound ignored,
the scar I tried to hide.
You, now with arms around my neck entwined,
my hands, the master of your curved hips.
Knew how with charms, bound to defect, divined,
to lands where time stands unperturbed in eclipse.
Few hovered the hall that night as we,
caught in love's magical trance.
Two lover's enthralled in flight shall be,
forever knotted in the dance.
Susie Lee done fell in love.
She planned to marry Joe.
She was so happy 'bout it all,
She told her pappy so.
Pappy told her, Susie Gal,
You'll have to find another.
I'd just as soon yore ma don't know,
But Joe is yore half brother.
So Susie put aside her Joe,
And planned to marry Will,
But after telling Pappy this,
He said, Thar's trouble still.
You can't marry Will my gal,
And please don't tell yore mother,
But Will and Joe and several mo,
I know is yore half brothers.
But Mama knew and said My Child,
Just do what makes ye happy.
Marry Will or marry Joe,
Ye ain't no kin to Pappy.
Author Unknown
(Jes like Pappy)
(Kinda brings a tear to yer eye, don't it)
The Doll Collection
The necklace scattered: all into little pieces
Another quiet doll for my collection
I twisted her throat until her eyes shown dead
Into the night they stare so very red
I stand her up, on a small doll chair
Crafted with loving hands that freed her from breathing air
They are all in a row, so pretty they are, staring at my wife
She is paralyzed you see, her neck would not even tear for me
I collect dolls, for my loves doll collection
She doesn’t move, only stares in murky recollections
Small pieces of deep anguish leak from her eyes
She recoils at the new dolls I give her as a surprise
They sit in chairs; the doll house is so pretty
With amber and gold, I wrap a necklace around each
Such pretty dolls, that me and my love keep
Each doll face is my path towards guilty redemption
No one knows the secrets we have hidden so deep
No one knows the dolls that we collect and keep
No one knows I have saved them all, they shall never weep
No one knows my wife, paralyzed; so shall never speak
That fateful night she refused to die
Her necklace so beautiful wrapped in blood so dry
In our doll house, my shrine devoted to her
Her tears rain down her face mercilessly clear
Notes: I had just purchased a book called “The Doll Collection” a compilation of short stories edited by Ellen Datlow. For one purpose, I was sure it would inspire me some poetry, of course on the dark side. Then I read a poem by Andrea Dietrich called “The Necklace Broke” From that I had my idea and off I went. I borrowed a few words from Andrea with her permission, and did so on purpose to pay tribute to another great poet here on Soup! Even a poem is so completely different, I think its wonderful that reading other poets provides such great inspiration. I would also ask that people read her poem, and here I provide the link!
http://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/the_necklace_broke_831425
Behold the neck of a giraffe
Long enough to make you laugh
Can stretch over the fence in zoo
To find munchy leaves to chew
Of it's length I'm not even half!
For those concerned of my muse
My red neck proverbs, please don’t refuse,
If those considered to be, of lesser degree,
Could gain confidence in themselves, to see,
Refusing to be put down by some carnal mind,
Thank you! My love in my heart is fine,
Rather! It’s the mind that’s out of line,
For all of life will be set straight,
Before entry into the gate,
Given time, by the settling of the mind,
Although we may think we know,
Given to the mind so,
In our life, if there’s strife,
Will certainly show,
Proof there is in the pudding,
Being a gooden,
If mind wooden, blow so, and show,
Strife, in life so,
If a little toad frog had wings,
Wooden be given to his many flings,
Bumping little buttocks along on the ground,
Butt twood,- be heaven bound!!
Selah!
9-9-09 johnmosesfreeman@yahoo.com
Ever once in a while, I write a poem that I feel like, is good enought
to dedicate to someone."Carolyn Devonshire" this your lucky or sad
day, depending upon your own opinion of the poem dedicated!
Your dedication in your comments on poems in Poetry Soup, mine
included, are certainly a source of inspiration to me, as I am sure others.
God Bless you, Sincerely, John Moses Freeman
I'm very happy I found this site,
PoetrySoup.com is a lot of fun,
I spend so much time on the computer now
I have time for no other one...
It's a rush, a blast, a challenge...
I'll love it till I die...
Only one thing troubles me,
And that's the reason why..
I spend so much time hunched over,
typing in my silly poems,
Hoping that they'll soon be read
In many far off homes...
But I do appear to have a problem...
A physical one at that...
My neck is hurting so severely,
By hours looking down,
writing and reading..
In the spot I sat...
I gotta make a judgement call...
Is the fun worth more than the pain?
Compared to the fun I have, the pain begins to pall
Who would not prefer the sunshine to the rain??
Adam's Apple
her sin as a woman
like any other
***
I can visualize you on your side, sleeping
Gently, I lift the hair from your shoulders
To expose the nape of your neck
It whispers, quietly sings a sensual song
My lips gently touching your skin, we dance
My tongue ventures into the valley
The nape of your neck, indented, erotic
Eyes fixed, I see your body respond
Your skin tone reveals red, passion
You gasp, quitely your body reacts
No words are spoken, yet you speak loudly
I can smell, I can taste the desire
The nape of your neck, calls my name
~Rick Berry
I wear a cross around my neck,
To show the world I'm a Christian,
I wear a cross around my neck,
It shows my faith in God,
Even though the world is in utter chaos,
I will always show my love
For my God in Heaven,
The cross to me is a symbol,
Of Jesus' love for humanity
When he gave up his life on Calvary,
Other beliefs may claim to be able
To bring peace to a disquieting world,
But, its the way of the cross
That will last for eternity.
I have a long neck like a giraffe.
When people see me, they laugh.
My neck makes me twelve feet tall.
I actually make Goliath look small.
People's laughter no longer bothers me.
But I do get mad when people think that I eat the leaves on trees.
As I walk down the street, everybody always takes a peek.
I've kicked people's asses because they called me a freak.
I demand respect because I'm a member of the Human Race.
My neck is so damn long that it can be seen from outer space.
Some people actually think that I am a giraffe, you may too.
Just remember that I'll kick your ass if you try to put me in a zoo.
(This is a fictional poem)
Limericks crochetés : All the trappings of the rough-neck cult
All the trappings of the rough-neck cult
Baby-faced blond Aryans exult
Under star-striped umbrella
State seal insignia
Some Dad yells « OUT », muscle-men catapult
Can SUN also set in the Wild West
Where the cash – the Man says – will come to rest
How many will share wealth
How many get free health
Deplete coffers for great job conquest ?
The tragic loss of a rising star
O ! Mark « Blond » face ! He’ll shine yet afar !
Blocked not by Destiny
But by peer fear envy :
Winsome mien sage’s ears passion galore !
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2016
A long neck giraffe,
I saw at the zoo.
And I wished my head
could be up high, too!
Daddy, I asked,
Why is my neck so small?
I want a giraffe's neck,
long and tall.
Then I could touch
the sky so blue,
just like the giraffe's
with his neck-tall view.
I need a neck stretcher.
Daddy, please get me one.
To be high up in the air,
would be so much fun!
Suddenly, Up! Up! Up!
I felt myself rise!
With my head in the clouds,
I was no longer kid sized.
Next to the giraffe,
I sat proud and tall.
My daddy's the best
neck stretcher of all.
As naked (neck: kiss and caress amorously)
it started with a hungry look
he knows i am asking for it
he could see i wanted his hands
all over me
and long to see his body over mind
so i say it this way
come into my far gone longing eyes
save me save me from my lonely mine (mind)
say all the things i want to hear
not ever have i heard
such coming to my ears
i can't stop he as control
i am as wet as the ocean
my breast rock to the waves of (the) sea
he (has) forever as parted me
i can not stop this moving
tide(s) of lust
or break the sea of foam
my heart dose (doesn't) not have control
i am all his and bare all
a necked (naked) imperfect trapped savage
i am his sexual astonished love camouflage
a prolific container of his lust
a bounty every so do i beg
his enlargements are of the hefty
he is as long as the longest as
and i share to much
and i am
as necked (naked) to you as i am for him
and i ask not for your forgiveness
for i enjoy him (as) well as
(fixed)
This is a story that goes back some twenty years
To when with the Special Olympics I did volunteer
I worked with the older Olympians who were kind of rough
Caring for them by other volunteers was a job just too tough.
They were sixteen through eighteen and didn’t know their own strength
To keep them under control took me to mental and physical lengths
There were eight young men in my group this Olympic day
I was the only volunteer willing to work with them when the games got under way.
Keeping them together and where they were supposed to go
Required lots of cunning and running by this guy they called Coach Joe.
They worked me ragged and kept me at my wit’s end
But within the first hour we were all best of friends.
They liked to hug me and squeeze me and wrestle me to the ground
Always slugging me and hitting me every time I turned around
They were strong as an ox and didn’t know how easily they could hurt
I got bumps and bruises, one busted lip and was all covered in dirt.
As the medal ceremony began indicating the games were coming to an end
I was exhausted and spent and ready for my body to go home and mend
My Olympians got medals that made them all so happy and proud
They loved hearing the spectators cheering so wondrous and loud.
As I watched from the bench they gathered in a huddle
What were they up to now? I was a little befuddled
Then one by one they took their medals off and walked my way,
Placing them over my head; “Thank You, Coach Joe”, is what they would say.
Their parents and guardians had tears in their eyes
I’ve never been more touched by a simple surprise
Then we all held hands and the Olympic Song we did sing
For me, in my life, this was the sweetest of things.
An old southern classic
momma use to cook
neck bones in a pot
with potatoes, onions, and gravy
called neck bone soup
Now it may sound a little crazy
It's the neck of some animal's baby
and these neck bones, if you eat them
will truly make you feel lazy
I don't know why I even tried
the neck bones and gravy
Could it be, I truly believe
this wonderful aroma
must have hypnotized me
Now I'm in love
with the sweet tender meat
and I have it every once in awhile
A bowl with some cornbread
is just so comforting
It will make your body smile
You can roast them in the oven
cook them on the grill
serve them with greens,
beans, mac and cheese,
or anything savory
but it's nothing like
A good old pot
of neck bones and gravy