Best Roll Around Poems
In coldness of a winter night
With sliver of a moon for light,
I walk along the frozen way,
Remembering a summer’s day.
Come, come, my love, and walk with me.
The wind is blowing out to sea.
Seasons forever roll around.
Lost summer's love, can be refound.
We’ll seek the violets where they hide,
The daffodil’s winter abide.
The tiny snowbells showing through
Are proof enough love can renew.
Triumphantly, one bright spring day
The blossoms as a love bouquet
Will cheer a winter near dried heart.
Just so, a true love can restart.
won a no. 1 in Brian's contest
Around the corner and half a block away, the flavor would grab me, tie me up to some irresistible force, then drag my nose to the source of its home. The aroma that wafted in the air and up my whiffer was sweet and warm - rich with orchards of deliciousness and cascading with the buttery peachy-ness of what was to come. It knocked all other thoughts out of my realm and led me down a path of complete submission - surrendering like the energy of cold water on a hot skillet. With each step bringing me closer, my musing would swirl with the anticipation of that first ultra-luscious, gratifying juicy bite - the one that ever so longingly and lovingly would delightfully roll around on every palate of my watering mouth and lingering tongue only to succumb to gulping down the first chunk.
From the flour and water and salt
Her timeworn hands kneaded magic
A mystical mixture of love and fruit to concoct-
A pinch of this and that, nothing formally systematic.
This masterpiece was an untold legend that "rocked"
The socks off anyone and even rival the "Titanic"!
Her ritual was simple and deep rooted
As uncomplicated as a baby's grin.
"Easy as Pie" she mooted
And laughed while she hummed all the while.
Layering the rich sheets of goodness in a pan
From pie dough to peaches to butter and sugar
There was nothing in this world so simple or better than
My Aunt Grace's Peach Cobbler!
Choc A Little Or Chocolate With Kittens
Warm sweet chocolate, creamy smooth
Cools off in aluminum baking trays
Laid out on the kitchen table on display
Gentle little paws dip cautiously at first
Test the gooey surface
Kittens waste no time, become immersed in brown sauce
Soft fury white things, warm pink bellies, pounce
Jump at the chance for mischief in the deep sweet
Roll around in chocolate
How neat!
Kittens lick their paws; make cute mew sounds with tiny lips
Unable to make mature meow inflections yet
Mother cat watches, stretches in a yawn, meows back
Helps them to master their language skills with another “meow”
As they mew some more, prance about, turning another color
Today's highlight
on the dog's terms
The snow that has come,
is soft and fluffy
Explore,
sniff fresh adventures
Roll around,
admire the world upside down,
eat some snow,
smell a trail,
listen and bark
do decisions
All dogs have intrinsic value
and are allowed to be dogs
Although the snow turns yellow
when they are peeing
Let’s not forget our calmer gods,
Our babies flooding over our bodies while
Lying on the small and colorful living room rug.
Bug-eyed joy darting into my soul from strange corners of the body.
It’s the lying and rolling and crashing and skin-skin madness they care about,
Because whether or not they’re cognizant of it,
It is what you need, illogically and without reason.
Get dirty and senseless, roll around with the Spirit Quest Gang,
Your children, your future, your breathe of fresh topsy-turvy
Life-affirming activity.
Forget your brain and let them point the way,
To your own collective salvation and unmitigated fun.
Leprechauns climbing in my chimney
Peeking at me with their red beards, waving.
Rainbow magic, sparkling my kitchen.
Making me hungry for all that I'm craving.
Shamrocks alive in my glorious pasture.
Running toward my house, none of them faster.
I roll around in my clover, loving March so.
The Seventeenth is always a tremendous show.
There is so much to finish, so much to do!
I am expecting company, sixteen, or maybe twenty-two.
The parades, the excitement, the ales, the green beer.
It is a fantastic time, when St Patty's Day finally gets here!
Words
Flowing from your full sensuous lips
Cascading and spilling out
Over your chocolate flesh
As your voice reaches my ear
My body tenses up and then relaxes
Tingling with anxiety
I wish that I could do more
Than just hear your voice
But I love listening to you speak
In my ear, your words roll around and around
Sticking inside my head
Lingering in my soul
Your words satisfy my hunger
In a way I never knew words could
Hypnotic in their profession
They leak down into the pits of my soul
I get trapped up in them
And let them swallow me entirely
As they flow in their seductive melody
My mind can’t suppress the urges surging through my body
Your words inhibit me from being able to govern my own essence
Your words are dominate now
This temple has become yours
And I will submit whole heartedly to whatever your words may suggest
I just want to stay here
Engulfed in this flame
This blaze that results from the electric heat of your words
They’ve conquered me in their mystic sway
Leaving me perplexed and baffled, with a divine sensation trailing behind
I wish this bliss was eternal
But in the back of my mind I know
That this kind of feeling can only be temporary, and I hate it
I despise the inescapable fact that your voice will, one day, fade away
And dissipate into an excluded nothing
A hollow abyss
Leaving me with only the bittersweet memories
Of the enchantment of your voice
Only to reminisce over the intoxication of your words
A pondering thought I'm trying hard to conceal.
Thoughts roll around the rim of my mind's roulette wheel.
Do I gamble on love or risk losing it all?
Is it red? Is it black? I'm unsure what to call?
The stakes they feel high in this game that we play.
Thoughts rolled like a dice. Do I let it all slip away?
But the wheel it keeps spinning, thoughts chasing the light.
Caught between courage and fear, Am I wrong to be right?
What if the wheel spins wildly and it lands on my heart?
Could joy bloom from surrender or just tear us apart?
As I stand at this junction at a crossroads of choice,
I look for words to inspire from love's whispering voice.
If I wager on love and give all that, I own.
Will fortune favour the brave, or just leave me alone?
Should I live for a moment? I can't put into words?
As I ponder this question, with thoughts kept in reserve.
So, I ponder these thoughts as I take one more spin,
As love is a mystery that we seek from within.
If you stumble in life, make it part of your dance.
It's just a pondering thought. Let's give love a chance.
Nicky, the neighbor’s dog, drags a road kill home.
A beautiful pelt like those fox shoulder garments women wore in the
forties.
But the head is crushed beyond recognition—maybe it’s a fox and that’s
why Nicky, a canine, is conducting this wake on our front lawn.
Loretta, my wife’s mother, is in the hospital again. Forty years of Crohn’s
disease has finally broken her.
It may take some time but she won’t bounce back from this episode.
None of us are sorry to see her die, not even Loretta. There will be a
thunderous downpour during her last hour.
I like the story about the nuns hitting Peg in school–contumacy is a sin.
Emile and Loretta considered it an inappropriate punishment for their
cherished adopted daughter.
So they pulled her out of Catholic for public school. They did their own
thinking about discipline.
Early Spring, peepers all night, then the birds take over at dawn.
Soothing—the mourning doves.
During this half of the year, May through October, we live in a green
bower.
We turn the house inside out, move into the mountains.
In their annual order, flowers appear in the understory: coltsfoot, hepatica
and trillium through to the end, late purple aster, spotted joe pye and
pearly everlasting.
We let Nicky nurse her road kill, watch over it, roll around on it.
Don’t let go of the steering wheel while driving fast in the passing lane.
Thoughts roll around inside my head
forever churning and turning
like a compost pile for a garden's spread
I miss so many things about writing
those things now long gone
part of my history
Silly lyrics that express a form of emotion
when did this carousel stop turning
and who ate all the cotton candy
There are so many things I wish I could say
over coffee just making small talk about fairs and such
but I do not trust my friends to care
I try to remain loyal to all I know that remains a stone
even though stones do not talk or express emotion
my life is like the sands of the sea
I think next time I shall ride a seahorse
looking into the bright mirrors with candy apple smiles
but I know I will never go to a fair again sand is now, my life
Christmas day is coming soon
I can hear the little drummer boys beat
As I sleep under a stack of newspapers
At my home here on the street
I have no shade from the summer heat
No shelter from a spring storm
When autumn and winter roll around
I have no blanket to keep me warm
I have no one to talk to
No doctor to keep me well
My life is like the seventh circle
Of an everlasting hell
I have no feast on Thanksgiving
On my birthday, I have no cake
Most nights as I sleep in my concrete bed
I pray and hope I won't wake
I think about the man I used to be
The one that died so long ago
Now all that's left is this scruffy, filthy creature
Who I don't even know
Now that Christmas is here again
I pray to the good Lord above
For a gift that most don't appreciate
Filled with lots of happiness and love
I'm not talking about material things
I can get by without any of that
All I want is a house and a family
Complete with a dog and a cat
I wish every single Christmas season
That my dear, sweet Lord would send me
A beautiful family with warm, smiling faces
Sipping hot chocolate around a Christmas tree
We would have a most amazing feast
A rack of lamb tied up with a bow
Then we would all get bundled up
And go caroling in the snow
Oh, how glorious that would be
To have a family and a few friends
To have people who love me
Even after this life ends
God please hear my prayers
And answer them if you can
Just grant one simple Christmas wish
To this old homeless man
My cat is so lovable she really makes me humble
She loves to play and cuddle and roll around and tumble
She can look into my soul with those oh so seeing eyes
What does she feel as she licks and cleans her daughter?
I can only say its love, what else?
I watch her as she sleeps, I can see that she dreams
I know she is a soul, just like you and me
Please keep in mind this simple token
That we are all part of God and the chain cannot be broken
Word Association List – Q & A
QUESTION ANSWER
God - Perfect (Saves people from falling off the Earth into the void)
Corn Flake- Milk (You can swim in it but it is too cold and murky)
Pope- Holy (Holds up the Vatican with his staff with the help of gravity)
Bottle- Half full (Normally filled with liquid but sometimes boats)
Puppy- Warm (They run in the sun and pee on the floor)
Rapist - Evil (Have reptilian brains smaller than their *****)
Marble- Glass (Kind of roundish…roll around until they are found)
History- Mundane (Filled with holes of all sizes)
Life- Air (Keeps people going until they stop, to play and work and procreate)
Food- Pizza (One slice or two…similar to life with a beer or coke)
Tattoo- Ink (Comes with no instructions, looking for bodies to occupy )
Snow- Pure White (Love and hate in one big ball of winter)
Women- Perfection of nature (They collect coins, children, men and hair products)
Men Utilitarian (They are collected by women as a novelty)
Buttons- Up and Down (They are also found on coats and gowns.
Some can be pushed in the wrong way,)
Death- Mystery (It is only done once….and not by choice)
Math- English (2 languages that never married)
Time- Motion (Similar to arithmetic but comes with much more ticking)
Love- Women (They are a knife without the handle, without the blade
for pleasure)
Philosophy- Existence (Keeps the mind in an ocean that sways this way and that)
Words- Thoughts (Should be kept in the refrigerator to solidify)
Lists- Paper (Connecting tissues of issues with well wishes. Never delicious)
Numbers- Digits (They all serve a purpose in their own unique small way)
End- Now (It is the right thing to do and the right time to do it)
*Everything seems to be in order. Everything seems to be normal. That will be $2,000.00. See you next week... "Thank you Dr. List!"
Watermelon Memories
When summer time comes around
Down memory lane is where I’m bound
Time to get some watermelon
Not the kind the stores are sellin’
But the kind that Grandpa grew
Pink and juicy through and through
We’d go down to Uncle Thurman’s farm
Where I fell under Thurman’s charm
That was down in Caroline
With big green melons on the vine
I’d sit down in his pickup’s bed
“Hold on tight, my uncle said”
I bumped and bounced down to his patch
“Don’t tell your mom or hell I’ll catch”
Down from the pickup I would jump
We’d give the melons all a thump
And when we found the perfect one
Back to the pickup truck I’d run
“Don’t let it roll around” he said
So I’d hug the melon in the bed
Back to Grandma’s house we’d go
The melon and I rocking to and fro
When we got back they’d all be waiting
With big old grins, anticipating
Daddy sliced it down the middle
Offering each of us a little
But as my uncle’s favorite niece
I’d hold out for the biggest piece
No need for salt, I just dug in
The juices dripping down my chin
I ate the flesh down to the rind
A not so dainty way to dine
The process was the same in old Kentuck
With my cousins Joe and Chuck
And it didn’t stop by any means
Even well into my teens
Seed spitting contests were the norm
Though I never mastered speed or form
I still recall the fun we had
With grandpa, grandma, mom and dad
They’ve passed away and yet I see
Them in each summer memory
Of watermelons on the vine
When I was their’s and they were mine
Remember me
as colours fade away and brooks dry away and nature cry the day
Remember me
if your eyes ever cried or hands ever shook or body ever shivered
Remember me
if the day turned night and there was no light to make the shadow appear
Remember me
for all the long days we spent far away and burned notes of lovers steam
Remember me
if you ever got lost and nothing lead the path but a spectrum of my past
Remember me
when the room split in half's and curtains roll around and gohsts come around
Remember me
if the clock struk once and the time was done like nothing ever begun
Remember me
if my life fade away, and no one decided to stay on my grave with respect to pay
Remember me
if my word ever knocked the doors of your house and sneaked through the window to find nothing alike!!?
Remember me
if time ever stopped and my soul was dropped before you as a broken glass
Remember me
when the weather gets cold, when the sun never rise and it rains so hard
Remember me
if you felt what I felt and drowned with regreat for a life apart spent
Remember me
as an angel of night who failed to protect your heart from the judgement of a crule knight