Best Pounces Poems
It is a sun splashed day; the air is silent with the sound of waves
from an ocean moving to the rhythm of crying gulls.
The sand underneath my feet is warm and soothing.
The crashing waters from a wind sculpted waterfall swims
into the arms of its mother sea.
It is a private beach at a spot in the world
were the Caribbean Sea and The Atlantic Ocean hug.
It is a strange sensation of hot then cold, that tease the senses.
The young woman with me is my lover of four years.
The golden rays of light from the bright morning star
lives in the flow of her platinum blond hair.
In her eyes I can see the bright clear blue ocean, warm,
but with a piercing love glare that sends shivers up my spine.
We are young, in love and safe
inside a perfect glossy postcard background.
Her red lips and light drenched skin glows
with the beauty of this perfect Jamaican day.
Without a thought I grab the back of her head,
jerking my lover's whole body towards me
locking her in the strength of my grasp
inviting her to quench my desire.
I bite her lips before engaging in a deep passionate kiss
and remove a barely there bikini from her statuesque figure.
She embraces me as I lift her in my arms
naked for all the Gods to observe.
I set her down under the refreshing flow of the rushing waterfall.
She attempts to pull at me, but I deny her.
I hold back both her arms and use my mouth
to suckle her all the time absorbing the beating waters
that kneads my flesh, like so much dough.
Suddenly I set my angel free. She pounces on me,
like a lioness in heat famished for the taste of flesh.
The world disappears and I find myself willingly trapped in a void.
Nature's voice conducts an orchestra of emotion.
We writhe in the ecstasy of touch.
With the strokes of a divinity fingers paint a portrait of rapture.
We dance now to the precise notes
of an escape into the arms of serenity.
In one fluid movement, our bodies become one.
There is no end to the divine flavors we share.
Cooling waters flame our sins.
We explode like a building
imploding gracefully to the roar of infinite sound.
Until eventually we pass out naked
locked in each others arms.
We find ourselves lying on the warmth
of the fine white sand beach when we awaken,
tattooed in the telling shades of a Jamaican suntan.
“Give them back! Give my tears back, right now—with interest!!”
—Natsuki Takaya
She wrote her marine a letter, hopeful, bright
loved with her kisses and perfume. In sight,
the postman circles ‘round. Expectantly, she
hurries to the wooden box, near the Pear tree.
Spring is in the air with robins mating, daffodils
in potent bloom and the sudden goosebump’ chills.
Sarah shuts her bedroom door, pounces on bed,
allows steam to open the envelope, read what’s said.
“Dear Sarah, soon I go into the fight, I will write more
later, after the attack. Kiss kiss, x x, hug hug score.”
Later he continues with blood, sweat and tears.
Incoherently, blots - black and blue, slide down. Fears
march up and down her spine. Vietnam’s magic trick
was to steal her joy and love. America’s turning quick -
long ere, a neighbor, fathomed regress from her guy,
which would rip the torrential tearful cloud of her eye.
Deceptive, drowsy,
the gray cat, Tempus, in doldrums
lazes, purring, stretching.
I have watched him:
cunning eyes half-closed,
he stalks bright birds near day lilies.
Wings wet from flights
through sprinklers' sweeps,
birds swoop, glide, flutter.
They light on dry grass,
strut and shake themselves,
are lulled. Then, Tempus
pounces on one bird.
The rest are routed…
And Tempus fugit.
The storm that is you thunders
slow and brilliant in my heart,
spliting my beliefs into bliss and blunders
tossing the limbs of my love from finished to start,
The hail sows no hate
temperatures taste extreme,
your fast weather pummels my pride's fate
the howl and moan stiffens my body's fleshy slate
with a new font spelling lust in capital sweat and gleam
as the conceit in me enjoys the torrent of your sorrow's date,
You hump me with a dying wish
placing me inside you, gently, romantically, undeniably selfish,
I fall in love with you again for the umpteenth time
and your face never grows old
shows no cold
disappears not in tragedy's confine,
overlapping my overview of life, hot and hellish
the art that is you pounces into view, the rumble I relish,
Wanting me to know what you deserve
breathing into me the smoke of your burning love,
I become love wrecked, quaking from the sting you serve
preserving everything your spirit spits and sings from above -
J.A.B.
Poetry on trial?
I’m going to indict poetry, for infecting my soul
Does it serve any purpose, or has it lost control
This may seem quiet strange, perhaps unorthodox
Peruse this if you will, whilst it’s head layeth on the block
No need for a foundation, build it in the clouds
But it does require structure, interwoven by shrouds
Mocks me with Humpty Dumpty, as my life falls to bits
Sends me down a path, of bifurcation and twists.
Yes poetry is stealthy, it attacks from every side
Attempting to outflank you, then pounces in surprise
Soon levity returns, it wants to chill you out
Where did this come from, shaketh your head in doubt.
Bow before it in deference, or leap into the sky
Cut to pieces on razor wire, see the birds that flyeth by
Pit Romeo and Lothario, in a competition of charms
Find a new born baby, dead in its mother’s arms.
Send shivers down ones spine, Hairs stand on your neck
Deal out a winning hand, then rearrange the deck
Be a photon of light, amongst trillions on our sun,
Reminisce ole times, when life beheld such fun.
Be scarred by it’s violence, Drawn into the mystique,
Blown away by the punchline, The havoc it can wreak
Drown in melancholy, or bathe in its delight
Overcome tragic heartbreak, awestruck by it’s might.
Empathize with the poor, in their cornucopia of dirt,
Curse the wealthy no better, in their hubris of self-worth,
Surrounded by loved ones, on your terminal breath,
Then Cryo-frozen in a machine, trying to forgo death.
So yes I’ve tried poetry, it was given a fair trial
Now to pass sentence, and do so, with some style
I condemn it to life, with no chance of parole
Simultaneously I grant pardon, for it’s me who lost control.
By
David Kavanagh
Through new tender verdant pecan leaves
A golden full moon cast shadows
The whip-poor-will loudly calls his lover
Full moonlight reveals secrets
Bobcat silently creeps
Full moon slowly rising on this cloudless night
Perfect in most ways, except for solitude
No one with whom to share beautiful sight
God is there and He does not exclude
illuminating
full moon always wanes in time....
bobcat pounces once
Date Written: April 20, 2022
Contest: A Combination Of Forms
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
I prepare myself for a deep relaxing bath
but that dratted spider was out to have a laugh
As I pour scented bubble bath into the water
Spidey climbs the wall - he’d also bought his daughter*!
He raises a spindly leg as if to wave hello
that pesky crawling spider really needs to go
It's a living a nightmare, it isn’t a dream
So I emit a very loud ear piercing scream
My heroic hubby dashes to my aid
as my distress was clearly displayed
Whilst I stand their screaming like a stupid bimbo
hubby tosses the weeny spider out the bathroom window
Alas the daddy spider he has other plans
and wriggles his way out of hubby’s hands
Hubby drops the creepy critter onto the floor
spidey plans his escape, he's heading for the door
Hubby pounces on him at breakneck speed
and squashes him flat ... he’s dead indeed*
*A great deal of poetic licence – thankfully there was only one spider and he was tossed out of the Window* I think the warm weather is bringing these pesky spider’s out from hiding:-(
Follow up poem to www.poetrysoup.com/poem/i_confessed_to_a_cold_blooded_murder_1029155
6/9/18
The room smells, wall paper peeled,
reveals children's scribbles—
small smiles, suns, pink trees
Windows high with curious robins on sills
wind moans through cracks
sun dances branches on the walls
A man pounces the piano with gusto
five, six, seven, eight!
I ply and jump, forget about him
But in the background, invisible, one
terrifying presence pairs with old grandeur
j'ai peur
Late that night my violin
sang its song near perfection—
sharp, shrill
***
July 22, 2017
Copyright © Darren White
Around the corner
Past year memories,
Haunting solicitude,
Teary eyes,
Sinking heart,
Spooky gloom is,
around the corner !
Noise of a little drop,
A ray of sunshine,
Heart ceases to beat,
palpitations thereafter,
Pounces out of breastbone,
Scare is around the corner!
I can hear his footsteps,
As eyes glance at door,
Fragrance is in the air,
Moments of long wait,
Wake up of the dream,
Lonesomeness around
Every other corner !
Written October 17th, 2014
For contest 'Around the corner' by Francine Roberts
Through the jungle the tiger moves silently
Like a ghost moving through the trees
It stalks its prey with ease
Then pounces with deadly accuracy
No cage to confine this majestic beast
No zoo to diminish its beauty
No circus to subdue its wild spirit
No whips to put scars upon its back
In the jungle he is king
And is feared by all who dwell within
Tigers running wild, living free
That's the way it was meant to be
7- 27- 13
< amidst .... apple tree
black bear .... pounces limb
cubs wait .... below
Entry For
Andrea Dietrich's
Fall Animal Haiku Contest
G.L. All
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Kitty, kitty in my chair,
Sitting there so debonair.
Black cat with shiny eyes,
To cross your path could be unwise.
Playful feline pounces fast,
Jump on people walking past.
Tabby teases a little mouse,
Tauntingly throughout the house.
Oh! Of cats what can I say?
They prowl at night and sleep all day.
~Virginia Mitchell
Contest; Cat Poems ~~
Sponsored by: Constance ~ A Rambling Poet ~
There's
a mouse
in my house
and my cat wants
to play. He stalks it
like a lion stalks its
prey. And when the time is right
he pounces on the sneaky pest,
and the game of cat and mouse is in
full sway. I wonder who will win this fray?
11/11/12 Kim Merryman
Based on a true event
entered in PD's any poem from November contest.
Trout speeds, jumps
Bear waits, pounces
Clear waterfall wins
Life sucks.
Plucks you from your mother's belly
Weans, silks your skin,
Fondly toys with you
and grows you.
Life sucks.
Slyly beguiles you
To mate, create,
Spit out your genes.
In moments of sin or folly.
Life sucks.
Soon, too soon, it pounces.
And plays a while,
Scratches out your eyes,
Crumples your bones.
Life Sucks.
Finally tiring of you
Life licks out your soul
With greedy slurps,
Smacks its lips, then burps!