Best Palming Poems
i sip those coffee irises
which beckon my core
sans a resounding wave
or bawdy utterance
the strong, robust urge
a breathless yearning
i stir that drink
with a flirtatious cream
i lean into his cup
the grind of healthy soil
a tasty, deep, romantic bean
those eyes ~ my twinge
a loving cup
pours into every kiss
the slide of lips
the palming caress
oh how those eyes dance
in throes
the thrill that wakes me up
stirs him to sleep
content beneath the sheets
those coffee irises
hidden from my view
i’m totally taken
8/1/2022
Categories:
palming, imagery, sensual,
Form:
Romanticism
Here I am
Base of spine enmeshed with
earth ruddy like my cheeks and
bloodshot eyes
feet--firmly planted
take root where home is,
where nourishment, like a crimson bag of waters, is.
Humble, for my
somatic vessel has its origins
on this very orb Gravity has pinned me to,
like an amanita to forest floor.
Palming a bit of red dust and
I am animal and palpable
no different from
the cardinal flying overhead,
the pepper-scented geranium,
the garnet embedded in clay.
Categories:
palming, beauty, nature, red, spiritual,
Form:
Free verse
NAUTICAL
a gale of tidal
nautical waves
nourish the shoal
hand palming moist
as wet sands drain
lungs fill with the
beauty of usage
swallowing it in
throat soaked
spheres float above
discreetly quietly
nonentity upstarts
avoid nautical
aquanimity
blind to sea
blind to see
clarity
of mind
© Kim van Breda—19 October 2015
Categories:
palming, ocean, parody,
Form:
Free verse
Peter Piper pickin peppers
Pick your pockets
Potential profits
Purely pleasure
Plan on passin on, Puttin all
Personal belongings
In your purses or wallet
Because peter's plottin,
Poppin up practicly anywhere
Presidential pluckins possible
He's a professional
At peak performance
Nope no police department's
Pieced it all together
Or ever seen em processed
Or positive i'd em
From His POV his priority in the PM
Is please deposit
Palming anything you got
Then proceed 2 Pawn it
This piece of garbarge
Will pinky promise a priest
And peace out with paquito mas
Than he pondered
Sticky finger Peter Parker
Will put his paws on OPP
Then hit it raw like ODB
Pick the lock on your car
Pop it out of park
And sell it all to a pick a part
Put him in a pickle
And he'll sprint into a parkin lot
Without the paparazzi
Ever posting a picture up
He's greasy as a pizza pie
He be living the life of pie
Cuz his pirating, kind of seems
Like there is no end in sight
The punk will Punch you like Paquio
Probably start a petty fight
He'll Parasite a prostitute
Until her pimp begins 2 pry
Like a possesive partner
With a pimp hand of dynamite
Peter almost pissed his pants
Packed his back bags
And tried to find
Another peice of ass
Peters past
Will eventually catch up with him
And have him peekin back
Not even Robin Williams
Could be peter pan
Then he'll proceed from shame
Plead guilty peace of cake
I mean to P B & J
Thats standard policy
Now peters possibly
In a ungly situation
Than Polly Shore piping Polly Dean
Lights out not a peep
All bets are off
He can't pick another parlay
Tryin to cover up his peter
Because he's peeing on his prostate
Poor Peter
Categories:
palming, betrayal, business, character, crazy,
Form:
Alliteration
Pretty face let me touch you
Warm hands of experience...
Serving the holy triangle,
Times rhythms expire...fire...desire,
words re-molded a man to a higher --
transcendent fashionable sculpture.
Bleeding clocks timing joy...
Crooked judgements shedding voidance,
In the arms of such resistance...avoidance
Breaths apart, fumes melt the walls
Play reality howlong I know not!
Palming moments such as these
Rushes of salty waters...sliding...each
forming waves on your beach...
Don't you own it??
Categories:
palming, allegory, imagination, romance,
Form:
Ode
I am fret-less,
in a fingers slide
palming the sublime
a lost cord
the first guide
on my journey
I was yanked
into destiny’s
embrace
alien phantastic
orphaned to never
and bound
on the loom
of fate
I kiss sleep from
your mouth
and bathe
in dreams
of you
I am incandescent
on a loop of twine
Categories:
palming, love, passion
Form:
Free verse
Oh you peel the rind
from me
in the gentlest manner
and it falls away
in fleshy strips
of bitter
citrine madness
where calloused there
in orange despair
it wrapped
a fancied ripeness
your agile hands
palming round
separate each wedge
I’d planned
with a tender tearing
sound
and in your mouth
I am the sun
Categories:
palming, birth,
Form:
Ballad
Honesty blankets the sour taste left
That positions itself between conscience
To the right of promise beside honor
Behind targets farther from wonder and grace
Closer to our faith we fail to act on.
Remembering that we are dust...
A sour taste face frowns like what we meant
But our meaning sits like our faith is false
Poured in goes the sauce affecting our need
Damaging our seed causing his distrust
We stay in lines switched up lacking patience.
Remembering that we are dust...
Palming the land with unwashed hands waist deep
In a spine filled creek emerging with hope
Enduring hates grope our thirst can be cured
Our thought will be pure our backs set straight
By wonder and grace by means of his will.
For he well knows how we are formed...
Categories:
palming, religion,
Form:
Free verse
THE ALMONDS INCIDENT
We got back from our power walk
about an hour ago
After changing clothes, she sat on the
sofa with a fizzy juice cocktail and her
novel of the week
Remaining in the kitchen, I brought out
a bag of roasted and salted almonds to
enjoy with my own juicy drink
One moment later, in came my wife in a
peach tank top, striped pajama pants, shining
grey hair, her fingernails and toenails painted
the color of “La Vie en Rose”, who snatched
up a handful of those exquisite tasting almonds
from the small (OK, large, nearly full) bag on
the table and returned to the living room like
a Diane Keaton character having just made
a point in a most lady-like way!
One moment later, she started back toward
the kitchen and I quickly hid the bag of
almonds among the magazines and newspapers
on the bench next to me
“Where are they?!”, she said, her words falling
into the spreading quicksand of my nonplussed
expression
“You hid them!”, she said, palming a handful
of almonds right out of my bowl and returning
to the living room with that sexy, indignant
walk and petulant smile that only a long-married
woman can pull off
It was a sensual experience to finish up my
almonds and look ahead to the weekend and
our niece’s big wedding where my wife will
be wearing a long navy blue dress and the
sexiest navy blue stacked high-heeled
wedge pumps I have ever seen in my
life!
The bride will be pretty.
My wife will be stunning!
I…will be out of my mind!!!
Categories:
palming, love, marriage,
Form:
Free verse
A crescent river bend
Exiting from bathroom
Perhaps to set a trend
As nude as a fresh bloom
Down the dancing stairs
Did she leave her gown
In a room downstairs
She is looking like a chair
Bending her head down
Palms close to wet hair
Sensuous sunbeam
Can't keep contained
Fondles the cup rim
Tide in blood unchained
Shivers river bend
Electrons move faster
In the palming shelter
Balance helter-skelter
River in disaster
A full throated rooster
Nude clouds now
Into pink clasp
Please not now, not now
Senseless tight grasp
Arithmetic lapse
Obvious thunderstorms
Lightning from brain to toe
Broken all norms
Sow sow please more so
Ground slips below
Two undraped urges
Two passions in their skin
Two stark surges
Mingling their chins
Blossoms of teen
Tremendous clashes
Sweet rains start
In the ebbing flashes
Children put on T-shirts
Pink beats the hearts
October 18, 2019
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Categories:
palming, romance,
Form:
Rhyme
Body in yoga positions unyielding
Sun light in angles to play with the eyes
Nimble lit fingers are all concentrating
waiting for brain-waves to signal, advise
all for the loosing of splinters
Caught from the deck in an afternoon bathe
Right at the moment of consummate melt
Didn't get up 'till the clouds pulled the shade
an irritant right at that moment was felt
palming new skin holding splinters
Now in a tank top too cold for the air
whisking the house through the windows and doors
Tweezer lit fingers are handled with care
to siphon the micro-wood not to ignore
all for the loosing of splinters.
And wouldn't you know it, one's always left
a touch stone to polish with alkaline fingers
One in scar tissue, anomaly rests
and patiently beds down to sensory linger
all in the losing of splinters.
Categories:
palming, life, people,
Form:
Rhyme
A - rresting beneath dancing fingered fronds palming zephyr's touch.
B - each building sand castles throughout dawning sunlight.
C - rumbling granules of fate in the noonday sun.
D - esigns creating a new look ashore.
E - diting newly fallen sands.
F - ace swells and thins between surges.
G - entle washing refreshens a former facial look.
H - eave water jams buildup.
I - nvigorating capturing look,
J - ubilance in its recapturing feel.
K - aleidoscopic of the whole breathtaking spectrum.
L - andscape of unequaled challenge beheld.
M - isshapen perfections quantified by redo.
N - ew prefaces the horizon offshore, an enigma.
O - ddity baffling amass guesswork pursues.
P - atterns of shapes, sizes, heights, and widths.
Q - uite illuminating factor as a timeline note the ever-increasing world.
R - esembling provocative changes and the required remedies
S - werving challenges the course 'twas laid.
T - ides are forever pushing the new breeds into towns.
U - ndulating wave actions stimulating factors of reawakening.
V - oluminous fills, and packs, until pressure buildup frees life.
W - aves of new life, seeking a better life, old-timers know-to-well.
X - enophiles - welcomed, no xenophobes on these beaches, just welcoming on land, inland, and to the other side.
Y - ielding prayers to our lord redeemer Jesus Christ.
Z - ones; all were notified that zones were a form of separation for easy processing, --that was all a fallacy. Families are to stay together, and friends are to stand nearby. Let the processing begin and for those who are waiting, you may take a number and go outside and truly enjoy our beaches. Aloha
Categories:
palming, allusion, analogy, beach, beautiful,
Form:
Abecedarian
Valentine’s straddling bikes, hiking it to the mall.
Youthful and carefree; passing trees in revelry
as the sun plays peekaboo through its leaves.
Half a heart, each. Each pounding the busy streets.
A flirty wind blows her hair; his face valentine-red.
Her curves, pumping pedals. His handlebar smiles.
It’s a long way, longer than the day. Moon’s winking.
In gratitude of the Irish tavern, the cream of the crop -
friends pick them up, (and bikes) cram them into the car.
Sweethearts nestled together in one seat, barely breathing
room. Hot and steaminess must be contained for present
company. The bikes can’t stay still in the cool of the night.
Arrival finds them hand in hand - palming, massaging.
It’s that day - for him to pull out chocolates and a ring.
That will be on their first anniversary. Today’s just hot.
1/18/2023
Categories:
palming, valentines day,
Form:
Narrative
Wonderous creations
Flowing across nations
Filled with positive vibrations
That would lead down a path of negativity
Once Intune with one another
Unified by a dream
Each
Hoping to achieve
What it is resting eyes see
But
The shine of the bright Skylines at night
Not as beautiful as they seem
Down upon the concrete
Traveling speeds that rival sunlight
Adapting to everything
Dreams of an opulent life
High hopes
Palming the globe
Unconsciously
Uncoscoulslbly
Dropping dimes
Upon Encampment homes
That rest 90 degrees
Recklessly
Risking the vessel
Blessed unto thee
Yearning to be free
From such a harsh reality
Instinctively
aware of
The differences in men
When
Riches have been obtained
How briskly the change
Distant the mind strays
As it recognizes invidual survival
The emotion that motivates that change
Learning to trust no man
The hard way
Ten toes in
Wading in the deep
to the neck
Gone are the unified men
who once dreamed such a simple dream
In the beginning
Now scheming for themselves
Turning coats
Loyal only to the
Amassing
passive dividens
Survival of the fittest
But only the shiftiest survive
So it seems
By any means
Willing to do whatever it takes
To escape from poverty
Up all night
Stressed through out the day
Too ashamed to admit
How you wished
to live life such a different way
Try as you may
Unable to visualize any other way
So outside you stay
Trapped in such a deadly game
Unable to truly find joy
Corner boy
Categories:
palming, age, anger, art, black
Form:
Epic
gavel, raffles,
travels unravels.
palming, bombing,
becalm, embalm.
death on-death on
becalm, becalm
2/9/20
Written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
Categories:
palming, analogy, conflict, confusion, environment,
Form:
Footle