Best Spots Poems
Hot zones of danger,
dark places
where dense hearts go
Hearts that are cold as ice
Roll the dice ...
take a chance on fatal corona exploration
Go ghetto orbital
and gamble with your porcelain life
You’ve been whitely warned:
Shun the spots —
the darkside of the Helios shadows,
where the sun don’t golden glow
It’s best to yield to your coin conscience;
the fade-to-black pulse
of the societal dusk, dimming yellow
Go colonial orbital,
where the cloudless reign
of oppression is rife
And the gravity of poverty
is sol cranial heavy
Irradiated cries cuts through
the poisoned atmosphere of hatred
like a serrated knife
You’ve been white noise warned:
Danger!
Avoid the riotous flares of destruction ...
hot spots,
where obstruction of justice flow
Shun the leper spots
of the volatile igneous rock dimming yellow
Those event horizon spaces —
ephemeral stardust places
that were polarity flux created not to burn slow
5-11-21
Anticipation in an eye gaze
Before the plunge between
Lips and skin—
The vulnerable way into the heart
A rush that gushes through
Every avenue of the frame
As a scent causes thrills that hide
Not long enough to be secret
Hands over hands
Soft skin wrapped in soft skin
A trace of fear—a reminder—
This is not a fantasy
This is real—laughter and doting—
Touches—more gushes and thrills—
Goosebumps forming on the flesh,
The gaze returning in full blaze
2.11.20
Spurting colors in a sunset sky,
The look of absolute wonder in the eye
As the last of the sun descends,
The lingering light tickling trembling waves
Embraces in a thrashing storm,
Nighttime sharpening the senses,
An apology accentuating sincerity,
Sighs of relief parting the lips
The sound of trust on the tongue,
The joining of hands in times of fear,
Sorrow in a child's hopeful eyes
Anger aimed to protect
Nostalgic memories relived,
Warm blankets over shivering limbs
The vast movement of the moon,
Growing light approaching fullness
2.5.2020
Note: What are your weak spots?
Emerging in the dark,
A pale ghost cast by the moon—
Authenticity—
With the glow of rawness and power
The song of truth so precious
On a tongue that is pressed for
Change—submissive change—
Cradled in the prospects of devotion
The clouds covering the perfect circles
Penetrating through a lens
That magnifies true, imminent light
Of gleaming giants in velveteen skies
Fearless revelations
That accomplish alluring awe
The conundrums of life
Beyond us—beyond words—in us
2.12.20
Note: Those alluring mysteries...in us...if only we knew how to reveal them like the thin clouds reveal the soft circular shape of that glowing moon, as it floats so carefree... yet so purposefully in the sky. I like to compare our vulnerabilities and our abilities to the universe. They are vast, and can reveal such beautiful things about us.
The pretty cast of sorrow—
Hollow, yet comforting,
When damasked on those lips,
Or teased upon that fake smile
I see such sorrow inside of her
And weep inwardly,
For I love her gazes
And hate her mazes
Paler now is the face
And love it more I must,
For the moment I express disgust,
She is gone like rain
Leaving guilt on trickling rooftops
Hollow company—
Is still company,
And that is why I still love her—
Somehow her smile is real
2.23.20
The muse of a dreamy gaze,
The memory of a mutual moment,
Heightened affection and excitement,
An intake of breath for more
The expansion of the stars
In a stretch of sky above the world,
Glimmering gently—
Affecting profoundly
A tree that casts the wanting shade
That forms its body in the day
For love to birth under its branches—
Confessions uttered and deeds done
A freshness wafting into the nostrils
Stretching beyond the tallest branch
Clouds parting with the wind's guidance
Revealing the mighty faces of the heavens
2.9.2020
“Open wide”, said he, “wanna see what you've got
Settle down, I'm your dentist, wanna see your chops
Your mind's in the gutter”
Then he started to stutter
Began to squim as she nibbled his naughty spots
© Jack Ellison 2015
List of things to do before
I fall in love again
I allow my mind to take me
Into the
A wild opened fields
where the grass is turning brown in spots
^
There’s one
Wild flower
And
Dozens of
Scattered pebbles,
Under my feet
^
Taunted memories,
Bare trees with bend trunks
A cool breeze washes my face
No more umbrella tree
To relief me from
Ray of the sun
I squint from the sun in my eyes
^
To
Think of the ghost in my past
Or to deal with the
Ray of the sun
^
Lists of things to do before
I fall I love again
Buried the pain
Low the drawbridge
or
Keep the enemy out
^
I want to be happier
Than I‘ve ever been
To
Fall in love again
^
I buried
Painful memories
Under the bare umbrella trees
A Limerick response to Gershon’s “Hair Apparent“
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Hair Apparent
The loveliest girl in the world's named Rose
From aquiline nose down to graceful toes --
Yet poor Rose can't get a date
Is she abandoned by fate? --
Those giant bald spots she should not expose.
Written by: Gershon
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Thorn Rose
Why does it matter that Rose has bald spots
Much better assets has the fair Rose got
Look at her figure
Why do you titter
Rose cannot help having thorns on her bot.
Thorns, thorns, Rose has prickly thorns in the bot
There’s nothing like them for pricking those spots
Come hither fellows
Down to the meadows
She’ll rid those pimples forever, no cost.
Written by: Belle Bellevue
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Rose's thorns scare admirers away
There's not much a poor flower can say
Her skin is so prickly
It makes suitors sickly
So she shows them her petals ~ Come play!
Written by: Gershon
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When Rose puts her soft petals on display
Admirers come by every single day
To caress her fine curves
Boy, have they got a nerve
One shot from her thorn bot, they're in decay.
Written by: Belle Bellevue
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What a shame that Rose has thorns on her bot
A girl has to try and show whats shes' got
But thorns and bald spots drown passion
Maybe her curves and tasteful fashion
Will lure fellows, drawn by her pretty petaly spots.
Written by: Jennifer Proxenos
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May 2021
A soft hand squeeze in the dark,
A confession of magnetism,
The strange gaze beyond the majorities’ fleeting sight,
The evanescence of moonbeam in an observant eye
Arms that enclose around what shrinks,
Helping the slight grow in its warmth
A quiet mouth resting on a throbbing head,
With ears ready to listen and understand
Tearful submission,
Greeted by acceptance and love
Masculine guidance,
With sincerity and purpose from above
A quick bite of the lip,
Dragging against the nerve of desire,
The slow blink before a perfect smile,
A dream pronounced with passion
I have several toxic habits - I know - because I read an article on the web.
It’s a miracle I’m not an axe murderer, based on what the experts said.
I use “should” biased judgements - when things go amiss.
I think about the future, when settling down to rest.
I obsess on defining the “best part” in each of my experiences.
I often think in poetic terms - which has driven wise men delirious.
I have nova bursts of interest - which escalate into crushes.
I keep a mental list of incidents which, if left unmanaged, lead to grudges.
The flaws go on and on - God, I simply am a mess.
I need to face my many flaws so that they might be addressed.
Do you think anyone is ever perfect?
Is it like playing whack-a-mole?
So that no one ever ends up perfect - they simply end up old?
BLACK SPOTS
There are black spots in my memory of the bad things I have done,
The times when I resisted the call of God’s dear Son.
Experiences of danger, of trials or disgrace—
I wish I could forget them, from my mind there erase.
The black spots often haunt me, I often wonder why
I was so vain and foolish; I shudder and I cry.
But in those spots of memory one brilliant light now shines:
The day I trusted Jesus and made Him personally mine.
Now all black spots remembered in my troubled, carnal mind
Are failures He can’t see there and never more will find.
When I face Him in judgment, no black spots he will see,
And I’ll be free forever of all bad memory.
Though black spots are so dismal and haunting in MY mind,
I’m glad that God can’t see them, His grace has been so kind.
The black spots are in darkness below the deepest sea,
As far as east from west is He’s cast eternally!
Thank God for His forgiveness! Thank God that He has not
Remembered any failure or any dark, black spot!
Spots on its skin
The leopard grins
Spots on your skin ~
Call next-of-kin
The rain and a sigh
The silence before a daring drop
A calm utterance of hope whilst sharing a prayer
A well-timed gaze
An avid expectancy
Followed by a tickle of surprise
A thoughtful offering
No money can buy
The word “adore”
Amongst a woodland wild
A deep kiss in cold places
The heat between eager lips
Literatures of fondness
Dismembering time and space
A lingering tune
With a poignant resolve
There is nothing more to me
Tragic, yet romantic
About false hope—
An inkling of connection
Rattled from reality—
Those green eyes dimming
From memory,
Fading at once—years of pining
Unrequited tears—too long,
Hauntings of possibility,
Love waning and another growing,
But the moon still shines
Pictures of their face on a screen—
Smiles exchanged ever long ago,
Imagining them now—
Wholly without you
And for some reason, their
Absence is the most beautiful thing
2.26.20