Best Peachy Poems
The moon ripe as a Georgia peach,
plopped itself upon the blue-blackened,
scalloped edge of the deciduous forest,
topping the syrupy squiggle of horizon
as it bled into the blue velvet night.
He so longed to touch
Her peachy tanned tush
When he spied her there on the beach
Lusting from afar
At her bikini top bra
Each boob looked like a ripe peach
Her juicy pert curves
Would be his hors d’oeuvres
If his hand her tush he could reach
With his wife by his side
His desires were denied
If she knew, then she’d start to screech!
14th August 2016
Oh, such amorous flamenco
A bailaora who whirls fervidly
Nascent paltriness, a winged coo
Unruffled yet sways seamlessly
To grasp is to grin and bear it
To ace is quite an arduous drill
To master is to act with grit
And delectate the peachy whirl
One oblique pennant of breath
Suchlike to humane multitude
Defiance from old shibboleth
A vagueness of life’s certitude
09.23.17
Sweet, succulent Elberta Peach
It's tell-tale blush within my reach.
It's that time of year again
A peach to die for and then
I have to have another,
The ultimate peach, brother!
Sweet, succulent Elberta peach
It's tell-tale blush within my reach.
here the charm of peonies
just peach ones in my garden
wafting scents loving the sun
from dawn to red dusk
Across a crowded,
Room,
You were there,
Hearts,
Pounding,
Taste buds
Dancing
Luscious,
Your pink,
Flesh,
Desirably calling,
Eat me!
Passion moved,
Time stood still,
Sweet,
Charmed,
Love
Empowered,
My peach,
Darling,
You were,
Gone.
22/02/2017
Ever heard the words peachy impeachment
Should be considered cause this needs special treatment
Being Canadian, can't vote
But hearing world quotes
Time's come to take the bull by the horns for reasons decent
I vote to 'peach' Donald Trump
not to impeach and convict
What was the point? -- Now that he's
'Citizen Trump,' let's make the new title stick
I vote to make Mr. Trump
an election-day worker in Atlanta, GA
That'll be a 'peach of a way' for D.T.
to find out how his accusations play --
In the daylight of the real world
where our votes are counted
I'll betcha four years from now
~ no new charges will be mounted
pork steaks, cut into small bits
an onion, chopped fine
a nice hot fresno pepper
strong, yellow curry
garden-fresh peaches
combine and
feast!
Peachy
So peachy
The wind
Trying to
Blow me
Down
And you calling
Knocking
Me to
The ground
I don't
Understand
How peachy
So peachy
You sound
In an old tattered arttic far from here there hangs a peach dress
Treasured so Dear It was worn by sweet Lady Mam;
To a dance long ago, a pretty Lady, very shy, but Her Eyes
Were a glow Her hair was done Her peach dress was trimmed,
And the Poet's across the room looked up and grinned he asked Her to
Dance and they danced all Night, then said farewell by the first Morning light
Grandma read Her story Here and never finished but a tear rolls down
Her wrinkled cheek as She clut peach dress their peaceful World
Was shattered whence guess He joined thee writing group and then said
Amen She never saw Him again Her love had died,but whenever She
Looks at the peach dress,She feel dancing by His side.
The red-orange peach tickled my left palm
Sweet nectar streamed down my chin
Overwhelming my mouth.
Will the house our cadaver impeach?
Mike's abused his freedom of speech
With head in the sand
Johnson takes command
Like a selfish son of a beach
sweet succulent peach
chomp chomp juice runs down your chin
~ sticky shiny smile
A young lady lay on the beach
consuming a soft juicy peach;
she ate it real slow,
and the juices did flow.
Oh, stop it! Some wives did beseech.