Best Pimpled Poems
Shall I dare think of him?
The darkest glistening eyes,inviting me to sin.
Profoundly lost, when soft sounds from his throat called.
Twas a full moon Spring midnight in Chicago.
My goose pimpled back caressed by warm brick walls.
Your hands on my hips,time carved,never erased.
A grin, wonderfully naughty, I will remember.
Closing my eyelids in a forever springtime night.
Yes, yes and yes...Then, no,no,and no.
His young butterfly, ever so softly moaned.
Enamored and lost in his twilight net.
Would that I could turn back the rigid times and be!
With you, your velvet-winged monarch butterfly.
Your most willing captive, most joyfully caught forever.
Come now...cast your net~my willing imprisonment.
February 9, 2020
Midnight PST
Mother Earth bearded with trees,
Blanketed with skin of sod,
Her stony organs composed
of caves, caverns and caches,
Banking precious minerals and gems.
Sustained by the Solar system surrounding her,
and nourished from relished rescources within.
Her ferocious fiery heart
Pumps high pressured molten blood
Through vast veins of ledge,
Bleeding it from mountain pores,
Crater wounds and fissures
on her ocean floors,
Causing salty Tsunami tears
to ripple across her cheeky shores.
Her face wrinkled with the majesty of mountains,
Dimpled with canyons and crevasse,
Stained with grasslands and Savannahs,
and spotted with veneer of velveteen moss.
Pimpled by hills leaking with raging rivers,
bathed in cascading waterfall showers,
and crystal blue water lakes.
Animated by nature,.. her soul, ..her DNA
She adorns her antiquity
with shocking arrays of multicolored wildflowers,
Delicious fruit, a vital ensemble of vegetables,
Herbs, artifacts of energy and natural wonders;
Creating an electrifying, atomic, atmosphere
to stage her exotic creatures and precious beings.
Adorned by a circling celestial priceless pearl,
An exquisite orb as ancient as She.
She, this blue planet,
Center of her spatial stage,
Unabashed, pirouetting, posing,
Tilting and lilting her charms,
to a universal audience of retreating astral beings.
She, spotlighted by an extravaganza of stellar luminaries.
She, Earth, so powerful, energized, extraordinary,
Mesmerizing, distinguished, mysterious,
Thought by many to be the godess,
Star of the Show...
And yet...
and yet ..she herself..
and All of nature..
has been ..
CREATED.
After 4months & 1 week of separation, 129 days of tears and depression,
With a pimpled face and many grey hair, I write these lines,
wishing you were here.................
Marking the calendar as each day goes by...
My loneliness continues, I miss you and cry,
Near me you are but not with me,
How at peace can I possibly be?
I fast, visit temples and constantly pray,
"Dear God, bring back my love to me"- I say,
"oh Lord!, you said you sent him to me,
Then gone away from me, why has he?"
Eyes constantly glued to the door…
Ears await the ring of the phone…
Sonya, I long to see you and hear you say,
"Dear, I am back, hold me the same way".
"Chalo ice cream khilata hoon,
Laugh! Laugh! Ravan's sister-chidata hoon,
Dear, what did you do when I was gone?
I learnt to sing those pending two songs".
"Dear, I love you more than you do"
Why do you cry when I am with you?
I bought our car, home-n-jhoola just for you
Happily together we will live in our MAMU".
Salted kisses
The ferocious rolling waves
Were broken by the shoreline
Into gentle caressing streams
Wet, fine, white sand grains
Gently scouring and washing with each new step
Left our feet spick-and-span
Glassy specks of sea salt crystals
Trapped in your jet black hair
Reflected the distant lights
In the glory of the full moon’s light;
A hundred tiny stars twinkling in your hair
The sparkle in your eyes; yet, unsurpassed
A black halo formed around your face
By your long hair, blown by the cold sea breeze
The longer tendrils gently brushing against my face
Your sweet fragrance gently wafted into my face
In my goose pimpled skin, I tingled
As our lips merged in a warm salty embrace
Tongues, moist and probing
In search of each other's sensual treasures
My desired eternity, glimpsed in an instant
Such long walks on the beach
A lifetime in a pleasant beach house
Fill my dreams of you and I
March 4, 2017
Frigid hard worked
Hands
Shoulders
Goose pimpled cold
Give me texture
Steely seldom blinked
Poker eyes
Wrinkled straight mouth
Smile
Give me chills
Voiceless response
Touch
Less embrace
Romantic impressionism
Give me love
You might look at me
with your blushed pink face
Your hard pimpled complexion
But above it all I know
that your sharp edged
square attitude is all a bluff
For/Four cornered
we can all see that you really are
two faced so double the math still
just a slab
standing the test of time
waiting to be cracked through age
when your crevices may be filled
smoothed over
to tidy your appearance
and make seem renewed
a little younger cosmetically
by the touch of skilled hands
steady in their chosen profession
Yet at the end of the day
everyone knows
you are just going to get walked over
I tuned in WEAA
Static blocked out
The true sounds
Of Gladys Knight and the Pips
Singing "On and On"...
My date two hours late.
My acne goes into a frenzy and
I've had too much wine
For the prescribed medication.
Static on WEAA FM
And
My pimpled face screaming...
My date two hours late.
So
I trade my wine for sleep
But it won't come...
So
I stay tuned to WEAA FM,
Static fading as I adjust the knob
But not the throb in my heart and
My date is two hours late!
cYNTHIA
A Poet Who Loves To Sing
from my series: "If Butterflies Are Free"
1984
WEAA FM was a college music station in Baltimore, Maryland 88.9
A creature awakens
intangible in the haze;
a fleeting idea by faint, phantomlike, light.
Silver bars on charcoal clay
scarce, and inadequate
haunting, but in a soothing way.
Rustling bones chatter
a murmured chant just within earshot
lullabies for dream weavers
hushed and eerie.
Goose-pimpled skin bites back at the breeze
effortlessly gliding through
catching faint glimpses
which slip away just before taking form.
Somewhere a lantern burns
a glass walled prison.
Inmates dressed in dancing orange jumpsuits
convicted killers of predawn blues.
Light for light.
Gold for silver.
A creature retreats
intangible still
on the edge of a dream
to be forgotten by day.
We drank cheap beer in a rusted out shed.
Buzzing before our 8:00AM English class.
Trying to be cool- to fit with the "Ins."
Instead, were becoming the wobbling outcasts.
Spinning further out from the golden Ins.
Ah the golden center.
Filled with jocks, cheerleaders.
A chorus line of silver thighs and golden pom poms.
Smiling at my pimpled insecurities?
But your long bomb popularity didn't stop that tree.
From slamming into your popularity.
It didn't move aside as you passed on by.
Like I used to move aside as you past by me.
You were popular in that narrow hallway of slow death called adolescence.
Now your football helmet is yellow and cracked.
Destined for a garage sale. Bottom shelf existence.
On the periphery of forgotten.
You with the pom poms and patented dimples.
Nowhere near that cocky cute kitten anymore.
Turned plump, pregnant, abandoned, aborted.
What happened to that sweet cotton tail and golden lips?
That used to pip "you'll never be with me".
Finally, after forty plus years.
You're lying with me ..figuratively.
Spread eagle atop pom pom mountain.
An outcast on the periphery of everything.
Jest and youthful jollity,
I'm seeking the dazzling sights.
White pimpled dews hug on the greeny grasses.
Black flowers of tiny ants kissing other cheeks.
Golden daffodils lurking under the brown-mushrooms.
Violet flowers peeping from the nest of eggs.
Meroon seeds jungle and spliting slowly.
Grey squirrels gnawing and fighting for orange carrot.
Red berries oscillating by the soft wind.
Orange daisies dreaming about their bride-groom.
Pink rose buds shivering often the touch of moths.
Coral flowers sleeping on the bed of soil.
Purple sky attracted by the pleasant songs of birds.
Yellow butterflies pranked and jumping over the tendril.
Classic scenery spread everywhere!
Over! the smell of colors but my blossom heart wet!!!!!!!!!!
Lonely village, moonless night
Coal’s acrid odor, breath white
Meandering highway, the drunkard’s path
Clouded mind grasped for excuses from wrath
Unaware of the shadows
His eyes on the long road
Faint rustle of leaves, broke mind from it’s trance
In hallowed acre, apparitions danced
From corner of eye, glanced he
Naught but the night could he see
He stumbled forward not giving thought more
Until eerie crackle brought pimpled pores
His pulse and pace both quickened
Not from booze, he felt sickened
Past graveyard he slipped with recreant strides.
Closing eyes and letting memory guide
Into the wood his path led
More noises heard, his fear fed
Off to his left glinted a steel blade, bright
Down dark lane he ran, his legs making flight
Looking back as he bounded
Hoping fear was unfounded
Blinded by fear and the darkness of night
He tripped and fell to a macabre sight
A wet oily patch on road
Had caused his hopes to erode
As recognition of what lay before
The remnants of a former man, no more
Who it was he wasn’t sure
Face was gone, only a blur
A mangled mess, limbs de-sheathed and unpaired
Blood, bone and skin twisted beyond repair
Twin light orbs approaching fast
He waved and yelled, wheels went past
No notice paid by speeding traveler
The grisly scene left to drunken ambler
He starts to the task unplanned
Then sees a familiar hand
He knew at once who’d been following him
That glint was scythe of the reaper grim
Then thoughts changed to his demise
His life flashed before his eyes
And excuses he grasped to avoid the wrath
Of the One who would send him on southern path
1 April 17
I have always known
That you are interested in me
And I would fall in love with you
That we would be together in this place at this time
That I would feel exactly this way about you
That once I say yes there’s no saying no to you
That this thing we have would end in sizzling romance
I have always felt pulled to the aura of your majestic presence
Those Strong arms of yours would wind round my waist some day
Mesmerized by your great speeches
The lyrics, harmony and richness of your words and voice
I have always been taken breathless by
The beauty and depth of your creativity
Lured by the vastness of your wealth and measureless influence
Fascinated by your high-sounding and influential names
Awed by the company you keep
Amazed by those who daily seek your favours
Impressed with your smooth operations
Ever from the first time I met you
I have found you ever so irresistible
As a young-man with no pimpled heart, but dimpled face
I have always known LORD JESUS!
That you and I would be in love for ever
That I would be yours to keep forever
Every since he ate the dung bug, on his face appeared the balls
From eye whole down to his bottom he was covered with them all
But I ain’t seen nothing like him in any amphibious hall
That wet, chameleon kindred sure has some mean pimples
He stands looking at you, trying to seem really mean
Feeling kind of bumpy, never can stay clean
He lays body a twicth’n, trying not to fall
That wet, chameleon kindred sure has some mean pimples
He’s a pimpled lizard, walks with a twist
A pimpled lizard’s living in the mist
How do you think he cures it, I don’t know
What is covering his hood?
Bugs give him satisfaction, loves the buzzes and the smells
Eats lightning bugs a flashing, swats them with his tail
Always has a good day, head can tilt and all
That wet, chameleon kindred sure has some mean pimples
He can eat like a sow, an amphibious eating champ
His tongue he can flick, faster than you can clap your hand
He’s unusual and able, he can eat any pest
The zookeeper dumps them in, he gobbles them up with zest
He’s got crazy sticky fingers, he can even use them all
That wet, chameleon kindred sure has some mean pimples
He’s a pimpled lizard, walks with a twist
A pimpled lizard’s living in the mist
He’s a pimpled lizard, he’s got a million pores
A pimpled lizard, an ugly pimpled lord
He’s gory lord, He’s gory lord
I thought I saw his belly now shaking
But it’s just a new pimple on his skin, his skin, his skin
For John Heck's contest
A really, really, really bad parody of Elton John's, "Pinball Wizard"
Guess I shouldn't have eaten those mushrooms
I was banged!
Five stars in the night of scars,
Were like flies in my eyes.
I was wrong,
I was slogged,
My pimpled Apple fell on his Granny's Nipples!
I feel nothing but my hand to pen, to paper in a book; I feel nothing but the cold
letters being written down under bags of a gaze. My tired eyes droop to the
bottom of the page in sorrow. Freckled lights pollute the campus, casting yellow
stares on my book, my life, my skirt. The skirt I wear is full of color, unlike my
emotion, and it’s wrapped around my bare cold legs covered with goose-bumps,
falling asleep from a lack of blood-flow because they’re crossed in an
unsuccessful attempt at impossible comfort on the hard, dusty grass-hill.
There’s a planet in my eye. Saturn floats in my brain cells. Membranes freeze
under your microscopic gaze. I don’t want to live. I know I’m not that depressed.
I know this will end. Well I can’t wait for this to end, to look under your
microscope and see what you see. You couldn’t use a telescope? I suppose
that’d be all the worse for me, for your pet bat in the attic who won’t shut up. Let
him keep flying and batting, I say; let me stop living though you know I’ll keep on
for someone. What a time to spill reason. What a day to let devils loose and
demons sail with strange powers thrusting their influential tug at my will.
Strange powers push my goose-pimpled legs into a new tomorrow because
every tomorrow is so different from today; it’s tomorrow, not today, after all!