Best Placesbody Poems
Please take a vacation
to our neck of the woods.
Perhaps you’ll move here
and lose your worldy goods.
The tsunami like waves
over your body will wash.
Likely to submerge a carcass
after drowning. Oh gosh!
The solar eclipse makes for
one dark and ominous day.
Historically made people get
on their knees and pray.
The lava flow will turn
your body into a cinder.
Whatever’s in its’ way
burns like a match and tinder.
So if you’re ever thinking
of pushing God’s raith.
A visit here will most likely
test inherent “BLIND FAITH.”
*FOR BLIND FAITH CONTEST
Miles and miles of open country pass as the train moves.
A sudden thrust, jolt then nothing. The earth stands still.
Wind circulates pushing branches, leaves dance with the melody..
We sit..
Or movement halted by a slow moving freight,
we do an unheard of twenty five miles per hour.
I need a shower, shave, clean clothes.
A bathroom stench overwhelmingly horrific,
waste scented essence in the air,
mixed with the body odor of many
who share.
On the toilet seat,
look,
a pubic hair..
Finally, we slowly begin to move.
A conductor walks past checking destinations screaming:
"Next stop Chicago."
Passengers gather their belongings furious for the twelve hour delay.
Glossy eyes, scowls, a common look amongst the strangers.
Again, the train stops, deep breaths and a few colorful phrases
spout from a dozen or so.
A group of five sit and curse the situation,
hoping for a new permutation.
Hunger, fatigue, and back spasms corrupt my mood.
I am in need of food.
Sleep is not something that my body has seen.
The ride so far not peaceful, nor serene.
The delay has caused my lay-over to cease
causing me to jump trains hungry.
Where the meals range between $8.50-$15.00 a piece.
As I run to my next long acting bedroom on rails,
I smell food in the distance, hamburgers, fries, and chicken.
Oh, how this experience has sickened me.
........:JP)
My day started
With a walk on the sands
As my wish comes true
To grace these American lands
As i soak up the heat
That rains down on thee
Some one catches my eye
As i look up and see
The bronzed tan
Of a maiden so fair
Pleats of gold
As i politely stare
She exits the water
Now with towel in hand
A sight to behold
For many a man
To watch her rhythm
Hips dancing
My heart flutters
Like horses prancing
Her body to me
Sheer ecstasy
Curved and cute
This beautiful look
Bikini clad girl
In colour's of delight
Her body carries
Shapely and right
As this Highlander
Lost for speech
Will always remember
The girl he seen on the beach
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/love.php
She lies naked on the blooming heather
Whilst her Highlander drinks from the stream
This Princess from the Med, closes her eyes as if in a dream
His cold hands ignite, as she awakens in trance like stare
Her hazel eyes looking into his blue, in awe as he kneels so bare
His hands in adventurous roam, her thighs in delicate touch
Their paradise in prepare, below the Ben they enter their clutch
Her locks from her cheeks are brushed
Revealing her beauty that has captured him so
This giant with such tenderness, excites his Princess to glow
His touch makes her body writhe, her sighs echo throughout the Glen
In sync their breathing increases, as her eyes view the Ben
Arched in body share, their love deepens in their abyss
Lips in joyous join, as an Eagle soars and views their bliss
Tethered to each other they are, hands now clasped together
From the stream he returned, naked she lay waiting in the heather
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/love-17.php
phasing through....
I read the words that are perfectly black and structured.
"will it be OK? This is possible to be found in...."
I read them intently and enthusiastically
but i feel myself shutting down very slowly.
My vision blurs as my thoughts trial into white fog...
all I see is fuzz on the paper now, I give up my efforts and stare at the ceiling.
"Am i tired?".. i think to myself...."sleepy?"..perhaps
I just lay on my father's bed enjoying the newly constructed room,
happy that things are looking normal....
actually its getting better...
not only is the interior renewed but so is my family.
And as I stare and wonder at the white space above
I say to myself, "wow when was the last time i was this calm?"
Yes my life has had its sad moments and dealing with some unfortunates gains of enemies
and sadly lost of friends
and yes I do have those random burns in my chest when I think randomly of the past
or for someone...
but i am calm...
i am am rather...happy
...with my self?
And as I keep thinking this
I always have these weird revelations in my father's room,
always have such weird dreams in my father's room,
always feel comfortable and away in my father's room...
Am I in another dimension?
My body hasn't felt this kind of optimistic approval in so long
Is that why my body tires of this long forgotten feeling?
And maybe that why it tries to escape with the feeling, trying to capture it,
and leave the husk that is me on the bed
going away to the portal that is secretly tucked away in my father's room.
Where does my soul go, when I'm not sleeping or awake?
Does it go to my true self, better self?
Does it go to the adventures, or dreams or things I only read about...
I'm not sleeping but I'm not awake.
then for a moment
I feel myself returning, looking at my body disappointed...
staring at myself for awhile...
wondering should i return?
no one will notice
I float
feels good to float
I smile
cause i truly am not anyone but myself
I am a goddess for a few minutes
i am all knowing
but not caring
what a sad and ugly body to keep a goddess in.
hmm...
I melt out from the portal
back to a dismal frame
past and future joining hand in hand..its been a long time.
The heat is searing
Humidity high
Cooling required
My body cries
To the woods i head
For i know of a place
Where privacy allows
Ones body to grace
A ledge of old
Amid a clearing of green
Where the birds rejoice
In this beautiful scene
Before i arrive
You can hear the sounds
Of clear crystal waters
In rhapsody rebound
I pass through the lush
And my eyes behold
A maiden so shaped
With hair so gold
The water cascades
From this ledge of old
Sparklingly clear
Crisp and cold
Downwards it flows
As my view enthrals
A maiden so beautiful
Neath the falls
Inspired by Carolyn's Haiku " Showering 'Neath the Falls "
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/carolyn.php