Best Slow And Easy Poems
Black as the night
I watched her dance alone to the holy Jazz songs. Simmering words make her body move slow and easy to the songs. I know to keep my distance, she was so damn beautiful and I knew.
If you dance with a woman, who heart is gone, her eyes are cold and deadly. Love is myth and tale to her. Better to be a bystander who won't learn the taste of the sweet warm lips and the entanglement of legs, arms and skin. When you dance with the Devil. The Devil always win.
She came to me and she whispered. Not dancing with me Johnnie tonight. Is it fear or wisdom? I'm lonely my sweet man, baby, honey and dear. Please dance with me, whisper me a sexy story. Where love is sweet and forever. Make my skin bleed with need, make my body beg to be caressed and kissed. Don't be afraid Johnnie. Your heart is blacker than my heart. You make the Summer days colder. I like and need this.
I stood-up and I took her hands. We wandered to the dance floor. The Jazz is good and she is hotter than a wildfire that cannot be controlled. I put my face into her long auburn hair, brought her body closer and I felt every movement of her hips and shoulders. I whispered to her. Black hearten lady, my perfect muse and sweetheart. You are heaven and hell in the same kiss. The dead hours lover's, love the blackness of the night and we give all we have left to the sameness of the people who forgot the sweetness of love and kind touch.
She smiled and she looked at my face and she whispered. Johnnie, can save the dead in heart. If you don't want to be saved. It is alright Johnnie. Broken down people don't want miracles and hide their dreams. At the Purgatory Inn, the jazz is wonderful and you and I. We can pretend, better than being alone.
Two people are moving slow and easy to the Jazz and the blackness of the night covered the day. Safe haven for the cold and the lonely.
Johnnie/Coyote
Make love to me with
your poem, your poetry.
Flow slowly do not rush it.
not so fast.
Let your words last.
Stroke me slowly
Put your back into it.
Caress my totality
Draw me into your world
let me succumb -to your glib tongue
I hear your commands
As you slowly express
how capable you are
Expanding my mind
taking me places I've never been
Firmly holding me in the grips
of your suspense.
I was tense
Waiting for the end – you, letting me
down gently as your poem ended
I bask in the aftermath of a poetry bath
Thinking of the ecstasy of
where your poetry took me.
I let down my hair because
you swoon creativity
I get off on your enunciation
and affections- inflections
Word erections-sensitivity
and vulnerability
Allowing me to feel every word-
as you speak slowly
you enter me with your "diction".
Slow and easy you speak to me
Stroking me with your poetry...
You took me to peaks
of ecstasy with your
sweet glib tongue
and that's why
I let you make ...
Make sweet Poetry to me…
© Vicki Acquah
Keep me close
For time is running out
I’ve moved
Too far . . .
Too fast . . .
In the corridors of time.
. . . Swiftly . . .
I’ve run by the side roads
Leading to slow and easy times.
I’ve picked no flowers
Along the streams and paths,
Wasted no time
On songs
And tales
Of travelers along the way.
The moments . . .
The hours . . .
The days . . .
The “glittering coins of time,”
I’ve spent without a thought.
The purse will soon be empty.
The "EXIT" sign looms large . . .
And grins
Above the door
That opens its arms to fold me
. . . Softly . . .
Into night’s dark bosom.
Only Time Will Tell
by M. Griswold
05122020
Only time will tell if we're meant for each other.
Or if this love we feel belongs to yet another.
We must take it slow and easy not to upset
this time table of love with no ill regrets.
Our hopes and dreams we've made in great haste.
With passions we bond them in a lover's rich paste.
Our excitement exceeds our wildest hopes and desires.
Only time will tell if these are truly love's moist fires.
Many changes we make to happily accommodate.
Some are more difficult and some are to great.
Challenges we face with love's blind courage swelling.
Only time will tell of where this battles fate lay dwelling.
So grand are the moments we have forced into it all.
Answering loudly to our heart's throbbing call.
Soulmates it seems we were from the beginning.
Only time will tell with this web feelings spinning.
For in the end when all is finished and played out.
Who will be left loving or rather to scream and shout?
Will it be us or someone else by love's wishing well?
Who really knows and only time will tell.
For in the end when all is finished and played out.
Who will be left loving or rather to scream and shout?
Will it be us or someone else by love's wishing well?
Who really knows and only time will tell.
so much behind us -
may the next thirty-five years. . .
go slow and easy!
For LInda- Marie's "Voicing Vows" Contest
The secret for great flavor
in a baked cherry pie
Add a little almond extract
for the taste that will happily surprise
For dull tasteless vegetables
like cabbage and green beans
Add a little bacon grease
watch the kids lick their plate clean
For tender succulent beef
every Chinese chef knows
Mix the beef with baking soda
become a stir fry hero
Sauces to bland slow down
simmer that sauce for a taste profound
Slow and easy a little sugar will do
cook extra for second helpings too
Need some flavor oomph
in meats gravies and stews
A good shake of Worcestershire sauce
your taste buds will woo
Add the old stand by for any plan dishes
pour on the ketchup make it delicious
But the true secret ingredient every cook knows
a little love adds the flavor that makes your kitchen glow.
Make love to me with
your poem, your poetry.
Flow slowly do not rush it.
not so fast.
Let your words last.
Stroke me slowly
Put your back into it.
Caress my totality
Draw me into your world
let me succumb –
To your glib poetic tongue.
I hear your commands
As you slowly express
how capable you are
Expanding my mind
taking me places I've never been
Firmly holding me in the grips
of your suspense.
I was tense
Waiting for the end – you, let me
down gently as your poem ended.
I bask in the aftermath of a poetry bath
Thinking of the ecstasy of
where your poetry took me.
I let down my hair because
you swoon creativity
I get off on your enunciation
and affections- inflections
Word erections-sensitivity
and vulnerability;
Allowing me to feel every word-
as you speak slowly…
you enter me with your "diction".
Slow and easy you speak to me
Stroking me with your poetry...
You took me to peaks
of ecstasy with your
sweet glib tongue
and that's why
I let you make ...
Make sweet Poetry to me…
She moves her body with a sexual tempo, slow and easy does it
She’s on the corner every night, dressed in next to nothing; skimpily clad
Alluring men in her seductress trap a web of pleasure mixed with dishonesty
She’s exchanging pleasure for cash its a means to an end, survival that's all it is
She doesn’t care who is her partner
She just needs to pay her bills
She makes no plans for tomorrow, time takes care of its self
Her body is worn out from all the late-night adventures
A car stops to pick her up
She walks up, negotiates her price and jump in the front seat
She has no care if she lives or die, all that matters are the bills to pay and the kids to feed
She gives pleasure for cash …the money is all that matters, that's all she needs
She cares zero about her safety, she's just living from day to day
She has no education so the streets is all she knows
She just survives every night, selling herself just to pay the bills and feed her kids…survival, that's all it is
Whiskey
Lovely Liz
With pen and paper I write, spilled blood upon notions of things wanted and so damn far away.
We secretly abated love and you became my wish to behold. I wanted you. To taste your lips like the Crown Royal whiskey. Slow and easy.
You called me honey, sweetie and dear. I called you my dark mistress, my haunting mademoiselle and endearing perfect beauty.
We pro-longed deep and long kisses. Knowing we treaded on quicksand where love could not grow.
My lovely Liz. I want us to run away and I want to know your secret places and learn glimpse of the storm you try to hold in. I see in your eyes. Tamed life starving for the midnight dance and I feel your longing for new places and someone to worship your face, your skin and your heart.
We danced once the deadly dance of free love and we exposed real skin and voice.
Sadly we accepted less dear Liz.
I pray you have escaped and find someone who loved you like the rising moon and the dawn sun. I pray you know laughter and you will dance the magic movement of where lovers. Know the wildness and freedom of hiding nothing and showing real skin and real face.
John Castellenas/Coyote
Kill me slowly
Make me bleed
Pain that lasts
Slow and easy.
Better then this
Take the pain away
Please just help me
Cant live another day.
Poisoned my heart
Black as the night sky
Cold as winters ice
You smile and watch me die
Nets are hauled and homeward go the shrimp boats
rolling slow and easy on a sunset path,
their droning engines chugging
over a rippling seafoam.
In the mangrove swamp
an egret sets its white sails and glides upwards
upon hot winds.
The sky opens for its passage
leading it through a cloudless window.
Cypress roots grip the darkening water.
their knees just above a brackish deep.
Mosquitoes dance in the dank
as shadows reach inwards.
Tonight on the bayou, grills will be heated,
pots filled,
while fishing nets are neatly reefed and mended
by rough and ready hands.
Children will skip and play in the barefooted
calm of late evening,
until carried away to their cots
sleepily listening to anhinga and loon
chant their native calls
beneath a far from sleeping lakeside moon.
Flamin’ hangover ... I’m told. “Get outside!”
“Get out of bed!” Hell, I’m old enough to have more sense
spending half my day behind me shed,
cursing that lesson never learnt from past experience.
My gut; my poor guts ...
Churning up - if only I had stuck to what I always said.
I now know what goes on inside a volcano before it erupts.
I should have stuck to light; I’d be all right, but no instead ...
“Here, try this wine.” That flamin’ wine!
That curse that hits me like a bomb -
I’d drank half a bottle and I felt fine,
then bang - the nights all over and I’m gone.
My head, my pounding head ...
why didn’t I listen to the promise that I said?
‘Drink slow and easy; always eat - keep myself in control.’
How did I get my wires crossed ending up brain dead?
I’m getting no relief even with the panadol.
I keep thinking back to last night; how my pouring was so nimble.
Now I’m quivering; my mouths so dry - my foreheads tight and puckered.
Yeah last night; I felt like I was drinking from a thimble.
Today it feels more like a bucket.
Crook - gee I feel crook ...
Those unsympathisers at the house – ‘do you want to drink the dregs?
Have something to eat; that’ll get you going.
We’re cooking greasy bacon to have with runny eggs.’
The thought travelled through my mind; I’m ruddy close to throwing.
My ‘Adams Apple’s’ like a yo-yo, up and down I feel it go
as I attempt to drive their comments from my head.
Still, I’m hanging on like grim death; I find it hard to swallow
as the tastes from last night linger with the thoughts of what they said.
Flamin’ hangover. ..
I’m too bloody old to put up with this self-affliction now.
There’s no sign of recovery; my head, my guts - uncertainty and pain.
When I finally do get over this, I’ll make a solemn vow ...
I’m never, ever, ever, ever - going to drink again.
Hush oh just hush
My heart relaxes
Take it slow and easy
Just walk away
Oh can't believe you
Betrayed me
Got me tripping over
And over he so shadow
Behind his walls
Just hush just hush
Heart
It's time to go .
Gently breeze's kiss
Away my tears
Path of light show me the way
Tonight.
Love is a word that should only be spoken
In three letters
I love you
Only when love is true.
Hush oh hush heart
Be still
For the love
I whisper was real.
There are rules, one must follow
For any event, to maintain decorum
Religion and Politics are forbidden
No matter the event, venue or forum
You may, however, invite a representative
One in the know, but no passion allowed
No one mousy, and withdrawn
But one who loves to be seen, mingling in the crowd
Be sure to bring to the table, identity
People can relate with "named," special, folk
Never bring a whitewashed fool
Or someone whose fallen from grace into the butt of a joke
When the rubber meets the road, reaction is action
No slamming on the brakes! Just ease into the take
Avoid those who are at the extremes
Too little, too much, the middle is always safe
You can bring them to a boil, slow and easy
Their breath will slip away, into the grave
.....we need bodies....not PEOPLE!!!!
Life events, without connection, discernment
Bodies moving to the music on the dance floor
If the disc, cd, computer program fails, no problem
There's the record, always playing at the back door
Habits, called religion, politics, safety, security
Keep logic from making a run to sanity's red alert
Even when all the events have been experienced
And the last card played, the loins are girt
..................about with...............................truth
We are going to our last destination
With ticket in hand, to the pearly gates
And when the roll is called up yonder
Plan "B"ers will finally see GOD don't play
.......................by man's rules
Written by Trudy Schrader on 12/03/2020
Midnight rendezvous
I'm dreaming of tonight,(6)
cause I know I'm gonna be with you(9)
Everything will be alright,(7)
we've got a midnight rendezvous(8)
I see that you need me,(6)
You can't wait until I come around(9)
We'll take it slow and easy,(7)
Don't worry I won't let you down(8)
Chorus
We've got a midnight rendezvous
(and) I can't wait to be with you
We've got a midnight rendezvous
and I'm dreaming of what we will do
Your whispers and your sighs,(6)
Harmonize with what's inside your mind.(9)
There's no need to fantasize,(7)
Because tonight you are the prize(8)
I've never had a love,(6)
that controls my body and my soul(9)
I can never get enough,(7)
How together we rock and roll(8)
Chorus
We've got a midnight rendezvous
(and) I can't wait to be with you
We've got a midnight rendezvous
and I'm dreaming of what we will do
There's a fire in your eyes,(6)
I know ev'ry little thing you need(9)
I love it when you beg me,
Oh,baby, baby, baby please!(8)
Chorus
We've got a midnight rendezvous
(and) I can't wait to be with you
We've got a midnight rendezvous
and I'm dreaming of what we will do
I'm dreaming of tonight...
'cause I know I'm gonna be with you!
May 20,2019
John Derek Hamilton
revised December 15,2018