Best Snugged Poems
In the stillness of my room I lay in bed
arms snugged tightly around my pillow
turned side-ways facing moon and light
But it is not the burnt orange moon
but glowing embers in his eyes that warm my vacant night.
Tonight ,I see him just like on other nights
He is the vision in my last waking thought
He breathes within every breeze in my sleep
He rests right beside me holding my hand and dreams.
Tonight ,I recall his soft whisper in yesterdays'path
Sweet -nothings in my ear touched soft-spots of my heart.
I find him in mountains bathing in fresh rain
riding on horses in memory lane.
I watch him get closer calling out my name
Its there when I kissed him , then ran far away.
I see him on earlier days where He has found me
It was love at first sight and instant chemistry .
It was deep affection for a blue collar guy
with dirt on his shirt and an amorous smile.
I smelled poverty all over him ,and on his soaked fuel rag.
Smelled the soap on his skin , and books in his bag.
He passed one to me ,and said it is mine
I made him a pledge that I'd scribble a line.
One line followed others in chapters of time
Chapters of star spumes, sunrise , and sky
Chapters of novels about a blue collar guy.
Inspired by a book I read in my early teens .called 'Mysterious Mountain Man'
I’m going to break this Beak loose
Got my mind around in circles Duck Duck Goose’
Been through
‘Life’, Milton Bradley
Speak my mind,Expressing my feelings while Genuinely showing the real me.
Have you listened to my story?
What I have faced or what I have seen.
I have had to fight through life, body left scarred inside, outside and in between.
Red headed Black sheep of tha family.
Been through the most and still hold the biggest heart yet they are still determined to break me.
Been told I wasn’t going to be it.
So, I added it to complete my outfit
Snugged it on tight to show my silhouette fit.
Been told, I was soft and weak behind the tears that fall off my cheek
But, my tears just soften the beast.
Before the pain becomes words that she regrets once they roll off the tongue as sentences when released.
Midnight...
snugged tight,
count sheep...
asleep.
Awake
with shake!
My fear
soon clear...
pup Nate
fled crate!
October 22, 2016
Gather ‘round younguns, there is a story to be told
About some renegade cowgirls & their ride for the gold
They made it look so easy, feathers, flowers & a smile.
Guts & grace, they had plenty, quitting wasn't their style
They snugged up their riggin' & grabbed for air
Winning Champion titles with style & flair
If Lucas, Krieg & Greenough hadn't led the way
Would any of us be here in the arena today?
Henderson, Riley, Hastings & Creed
To the "Men Only" rule they all paid no heed
They broke records & bones, faced derision & fear
Riding Broncs, Raising families, they juggled home & career
Nasty wrecks were a given but they seemed to bounce back
In one unforgettable event, Tad's girl picked up the slack
From Calgary & Cheyenne to OKC & San Antone
Though there are many others, these ladies stand alone
Hat's off to the Rodeo's Renegade Roses
At tradition they turned up their noses
Bronc busting, trick riding, a rough riding ballet
They showed us how to win & made it look like play
They were never reckless, just a bit wild & bold
Now its up to you & me to see their stories told
They left mighty big boots to fill, bless them one & all
We know that they ride with us, as we heed the siren's call
Lift a glass high in honor for those who paved the way
Three cheers for the Renegade Roses still bucking out today
silence rules the night
shadows move about
rain falls like tears
weeping wind bows to
no one
yesterday has been packed away
tiny boxes and envelopes
stored in the unsuspecting minds
of the lost between you and i
finding it hard to find my way home
overtook the moving day
cluttered thoughts of you
is stored in this fog escaping the end
more shadows become new
separating the gifts of life
who's ?
in this darkness i can see
over come by the dense fog i can feel
the fact that nothing is said is my fear
i want to declare my innocence
silence is the night that hold the deafening
screams of death of yesterday
snugged away in there rightful places
counted and numbered perfectly composed
file cabinet, rolodex eyes finding it's part
who's part or what part is mine?
silence rules the night
I was cocooned in cares under
a juniper tree;
My spirit swung briskly into
a stormy sea,
The blast and billows rolled into
my serene soul,
I had to pen a priceless piece
to make me whole.
As I rushed to find a release
in my room,
I found my muse in the petals
of morning bloom.
As the sunlight sweetly snugged
the scary scars,
I penned a priceless piece for
the morning stars.
The tough teardrops that fell
were the ink
with which my hands drew
a luminous link...
Between my grave challenges and
my cheap choice.
The result was a priceless piece full
of virtuous voices.
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/the_perfect_place_881997
NOTCHER MAMA'S FIRST CHOICE
(White Boy Rappin)
There's a whole lotta nuthin thacha can't get free
it's the price you pay for whatcha wanta be
if ya gotta have a reason then ya just don't see
you
just don't see.
there's a curtain on her window and it's snugged up tight
if you's peepin through the curtain she is dyna-mite!
she will meetcha in the parlor and she doesn't bite
you
just don't see.
she's a little understanding but she won't say how
if you ever read her number you could call her now
she has wrote it for a reason on the bathroom towel
you
just don't see.
If you think you gotta leave she can turn you on
if ya ain't got no money then you best you gone
with a hunert in you pocket you all set to dawn
you
just don't see.
She's a little underhanded when it comes to love
if ya don't know she's planned it whatcha thinkin of?
If ya prayin at her curtain, does ya need a shove?
You
just don't see.
© ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
She’s trance-trapped in her own body
With sealed lip yelling for help
Wondering how she got to the dark side
She just felt so boring in there
Her spirit has been un-snugged to an unknown
There she lay ‘deadless’, yes ‘deadless’!
Like a witty wood in the mercies of its creator.
Suddenly, she saw sparks of light with her eyes wild shut
But she knew that what she thought she saw must have been a goof
Or perhaps flashes from blizzards reverie imaginary
Probably as a result of an overdosed procaine-
Well, she prayed it remained a thought.
But what if it wasn’t, what if she was walked through the light?
And she gave up without any brutal effort from her mired state?
But the reflection of what would be of her; her fat bank account; and husband
Or her kins and kindred spirits made her subconsciousness flutter with a silent sound
But when maddening sensation hits her numbness
Feeling the frozen fresh breeze caressing her skin, she mused.
If the claws of heaven had caught her (she wished)
Or was she readied to be autopsied?
She thought of how her tanned skin would be mutilated-
A forgotten feast for some hungry maggots to devour…
It dawned on her, that she must break mute and squirt an SOS sound
A breath, a hiss, or a moan, anything!
Again, she yells, but it was squingy.
She felt like succumbing to the deafness of her mute noise
With open arms, she’d welcome her ensnared delirium, a panic from a dream-
As she still can’t feel anything and herself…
She’s trance-trapped in her own body
With sealed lip yelling for help
Wondering how she got to the dark side
It just felt so boring in there
PS: the light walked through her.
I was a seed in soil
snugged in the womb of my Mother Nature
ready to shine under rays and rain
to sprout my fruit and shake my leaves
to grow a thick spine and wrinkle under heat
to greet the wind under waltz and words
until the breeze whispers me to sleep.
Let me be nurtured by the elements
in chaotic destruction
in scenic growth
for my earrings to hang low
on the branches of my cherry tree.
Low, so animals may eat
Low, so they may pick
choosing the ones they desire most.
I was a pearl in their world of oysters
tucked in a bed of pleasures
rested in an ocean of treasures,
crafted
to be selected
for the beauty of riches
strung from lace
on the napes display
attracting the eyes of suitors and the envy gaze.
I was a root
ripped from my youth
and all my innocent fruits
fell from heights of doubt
and begat the chance to sprout
again and again had I prayed
for a dove or another love to come my way
in a dream or from above
i’ll sit in your garden of bluff
i promise to not move a single grove
just tell me i’m beautiful once more
just before i have no choice but to rot.
It was time....
The clock stopped ticking...
Hummed in bliss, a few dwarfs
And sprites.... somewhere....
Droopy leaves glistening in late-night dew
He slipped into the blanket of ink-blue sky
Comfortably snugged
In the pillow of pink clouds
I conjoured upon him
With a gentle kiss, wrapping him
In dreams woven by my lullaby
And I whispered....
" Sweet Night! My White Goblin"
The stars that spectacled
Marvelled subconsciously
At the thing called 'Love'
And burnt and vanished
In their own envy...
He leaves last
For he knows how hard it is
To let him go
And ere my eyes could open
He kissed 'em gently
And whispered
"Goodbye! My Sweet Champagne"
And I knew then that
It was time.......
sizzle sizzle schwizzle smizzle
drizzle pop pop sizzle sizzle
two fresh eggs, snugged up in a pan
became a couple – Bea and Dan.
Let’s be together forever said optimistic Bee
Dan kept his yolk shut; how naïve she could be.
Okay, agreed Dan who made up a “together forever” song
This was seconds before breakfast, which was not very long.
In the dark of the night, on an All Hallows' Eve,
as I lay down my head and got snugged in the bed,
'twas a shadow that bloomed, caused all senses to leave,
as a huge hairy spider crawled, eyes gleaming red!
Out in front, a large sack that she shuffled along,
so I watched as she loped with that load full of gore,
like the beat from a dirge or a horrid old song,
da-duh-DUM, da-duh-DUM, as she moved 'cross the floor.
Shaking hard, to the edge of the bed, silent crept;
There she was, hairy legs, abdomen bulging fat.
Sweaty palms, frazzled nerves, in the darkness I lept,
closed my eyes, held my breath, threw my slipper - Kersplat!
and as she scuttled off, protecting precious eggs,
I wondered how she'd sound with two more dangling legs.
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for the All Hallows' Evening Poetry Contest
sponsored by Craig Cornish
written on 10/19/22
using anapestic tetrameter for the first 12 lines
and iambic hexameter for the last 2 for effect
(howmanysyllables.com incorrectly reports line 3 as 11 syllables due to the ')
Sometime walking in a slow rain
I find myself like a shattered pane
This tear jerking fact nags me to cry
But then my heart asks me why?
My heart pounding fast at that deserted place
Taking me away that breeze hit my face
Totally lost and engulfed in that rain
Those erratic expressions ostense my pain
With my lost soul thumping like hell
Was probing for a destination safe as shell
I was gabbling to myself but was dead inside
All scared was still searching for guide
Each drop seemed so puissant to kill me slowly
That I found myself getting quartered into pieces awfully
My heart was slowly melting with that rain
Was smiling furtively and getting free from the pain
I felt hollow and searched for the lost part
Then on my palm thumping fast I found my heart
A bright light then came and I turned around
A door was there that's all I found
That eerie and glimmering door pulled me inside
I saw a fairy with the place quite wide
And then saw those doors counting seven
They were none but doors to heaven
Finally was feeling quite cheerful and snugged
And then recalled the pain I ultimately ducked
I asked the God why in heaven I got my berth
He replied as I was too innocent for that earth
Three petals down, I feel moss-grown...
Nightcore is the tempestuous phrase,
She feels withdrawn, I reclose,
He indrawn his heart, I disclose...
Until this night is over,
All alone, I can't fight my fear,
Trapped in my anxiety, I battle the four walls,
Fragile piety, am a wrecked gall...
Snugged in my heart, infinitely a hold to.
I sing the gentle villanelle,
A villenesque so slightly said,
Howbeit the nighttide casts her spell.
And now the rune I know so well
Remains, remembered, in my head;
I sing the gentle villanelle.
As evening leaves and shadows dwell
The golden brightness all but fled,
Howbeit the nighttide casts her spell.
The flowing verse, her tale to tell,
Inhibitions adrift and shed,
I sing the gentle villanelle.
And owls resound about the fell,
The day replaced with night's instead,
Howbeit the nighttide casts her spell.
Yet me, contented, in my shell
Warmly, snugged and safe a-bed;
I sing the gentle villanelle
Howbeit the nighttide casts her spell.