Best Stretch Poems
A foot of water
Barely blurs them
The pinkish bruises
Spanned like hands
Across my hips
I press my fingers to them
Try to align them with the crooked broken lines
That tear across my body
They are violet roads
On a map that is me
Starting pale at the backs of my knees
Stretch to meet the butterflies
That touch and leave
And touch and leave
The tall tall grass
And they gently circle my breasts
Where I fold the grass
Beneath my back
Find eyes that aren't mine
And kiss
Kiss
Kiss
And they wrap tight around my thighs
Leaving dark deep grooves
Somewhere dead
And new
Where his face is suddenly old to me
And I wash it from my skin
Wash it away
Away
Away
Morning draws the air's curtain open
wandering around viscous spaces
like an August goddess caressing the edge
of sleep… and the days stretch longer,
wider than maple alleys quietly adorning
the tiara of late Indian summer as birds,
cloudline and sea shells listen to
a timbre of a pulsing sun. When all else
is lulled quiet, there comes this
certain gush of stream wading on
mouths of gentleness far beyond
a waterfest of effervescent ocean…
Someone said morning becomes Aurora,
that learning how to hear a peach or
stone unravels the very skin from
which it was born is allowing time to
shed its leaves far beyond unknowing
a heart’s need to just be: the breast of dawn
spills its nectar, peeling new faces of time,
shaping the width of endless harmony.
A thousand times before and after, morning
and night twine again in contentment...
that passing through mellow eyes of any moment
is the world’s way of coming back to itself.
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by nette onclaud.... new poem
Create your goals
Write down some big ones that will stretch you
It pays to have goals that require you to grow to achieve them
It’s a good thing to have some goals that make you a little uncomfortable. Why?
The ultimate goal
In addition to achieving your material goals
Is to become master in life.
To do this, you will need to learn new skills
Expand your vision of what’s possible
Build new relationships
Learn to overcome your fears, Considerations
And roadblocks
There’s a time-honoured stretch of a river
that’s a cog in the natural wheel
flowing longer than mans’…
time upon earth
and home for the blackfish and eel.
They say that the time of the crayfish
goes back to the dinosaurs’ day
and rocks that are fighting…
the endless flow
ever slowly, have eroded away.
There’s a time-honoured stretch of a river
fighting the log on a bend,
diverting through snags…
rippling on sand
finding it’s own way to wend.
Platypus live in a backwater swirl,
where flotsam is blending with foam
a track has been worn…
down from the bank
and leads to a water-rats home.
There’s a time-honoured stretch of a river
Well guarded by wattle and gum.
Sword grass and fern…
ti-tree and hazel
are providing a haven for some.
The parrot and fantail along with the bellbird
create many tunes in this vale.
Whistles and shrieks…
one syllable notes
or the currawongs’ melodic wail.
There’s a time-honoured stretch of a river
where I am a gourmet delight
for march fly and leech…
bush fly, mosquito
or the bull-ant’s unbearable bite.
There has been flood when the river runs wild,
and the land is totally drenched,
the litter from hills…
is wrapped around trees
with mountain silt weakly entrenched.
There’s a time-honoured stretch of a river
with a calming appeal for my mind,
Where I can sit…
where I contemplate.
It’s a place to completely unwind.
Nature has given me more than the peace
in the harmony it does deliver
here in the valley…
pristine, unspoiled,
on a time-honoured stretch of a river.
With this woman, I want to be chummy,
even if she has a larger than average tummy.
She is quite a beauty before my eyes.
All of her charms are in extra-large size.
I love those stretch marks on her hips and thighs.
Taking me in her arms is what I fantasize.
This doll has two large breasts and a big round rump.
I don't care at all that she is a bit too plump.
Even though this woman consumes too many calories,
she has got all the tools that more than please.
My wife joined yoga to stretch out her core;
Though extreme moves sometimes made her holler.
Yet when they raised fees, it hurt a lot more,
So she now has to stretch out a dollar.
Downward Dog used to give satisfaction,
But her teacher has tightened the collar.
When before, body and mind felt as one,
Now she’s training how to stretch a dollar.
She enjoyed spending time with her fit friends
To become a true yoga follower,
But ever since her teach bought a new Benz,
My wife spends more time stretching a dollar.
After years she became one of the pros,
So that I call her, my yoga scholar,
But now she can’t rise up from a Corpse Pose;
It can be deadly stretching a dollar.
Her last session ended with Namaste,
Yet our budget has not gotten smaller.
Since deciding at yoga, she must stay,
Because she learned how to stretch that dollar.
diminished hexaverse using words rather than syllables
Moon dust is said to cause
woe for earthling’s noses and lungs.
Powdery particles eat through stainless steel,
stick like glue and congest breathing.
I mention in passing another threat -
moon dust jams expensive electronic equipment.
Moon dust floats down unknowingly
to earth carrying deep secrets
from the lunar atmosphere like
invisible snow - pixie dust which
beguiles enchanted earthlings with ecstasy.
Some dreamers have insisted
that these invasive particles
when dispersed upon them,
totally transfixes two teenagers:
increasing their chances
for physical attraction -
magical, mesmeric magnetism,
doubling parents'
apprehension and
angst.
A Limerick Stretch - A Limersix
I have masterminded a Limersix
Not bad for an ageing geriatric
That's writing six lines
In poetry rhyme
And all in good time
You have crafted something simply sublime.
16th May 2021
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A Limersix is made up of 6 lines…
Lines 1, 2 and 6 have 7 to 10 syllables
Lines 3, 4 and 5 have 5 to 7 syllables
Lines 1 and 2 rhyme
Lines 3, 4, 5 and 6 rhyme
hope, longing, passion
Tuned Finger Stretch HAIKU ©
Fingers ply for tunes
Opportunities calling
Down the long-stretched road!
Didee
Here they are standing aloof on the backside of town
Here they are sitting on the bare, stricken ground
with strange smells filtering all around.
Smells that fill the atmosphere with an awful stench.
disgusting smells, horrible smells coalesce with
burning incense and perfume to conceal the terrible odor.
Here they are with their self made army
sipping a bottle of dry whiskey
weapon in hand trousers girt tight
ready and waiting to fight.
This night the north wind blows furiously through villages and
towns, tearing down barricade, overturning powerful trees
sending derbies flying as far as six feet in the air.
They stood and watch from a mutual spot
occasionally running for cover each time
the wind gets close to their border.
They waited anxiously for this night to cease but
the turbulence agitated them and kept them on their feet.
I saw them pacing back and forth unable to bare the
cold that penetrated their intoxicated soul.
Amidst the raging wind I obtained comfort from within,
I located a quite place in a hole where I could sing,
and hide away from the infuriated and vicious wind.
I meander away quietly in a deep sleep and later
appeared on an extensive stretch of fertile land.
There I was walking peacefully on this vast land
an immense land filled with mango trees
trees whose branches were laden with different species of mangos.
Among them were mango trees that were filled with blossom.
The blooming trees smiled at me with intense glory.
Green mangos of contrasting shapes and sizes hang humbly
from the encumbered branches creating a tranquil atmosphere.
I walked around composedly and admired their awesome beauty
and absorb the magnificent scenery that filtered beyond the land.
I faded slowly into day break and plunged into a harmonious atmosphere.
©2014 Christine Phillips
James E. Tate
The little man answered the doorbell,
But saw no one there.
Seeing a snail on his porch,
He pitched it in the air.
Three weeks later he answered the bell,
And heard a wee wee shout.
The snail was back on his porch,
Saying, “What was that all about?”
He joins the league of the oldest continuous civilization
and keeps three out of every five of the globe’s underground crude.
Typified by a way of life resting on three luxurious pillows
and the system of most of its homes void of tables and chairs.
But a little cruel, he is to his helpless womb bearers
as is he alongside three other friends a leading trader of trafficking sex
with a sharp increase in the number of children
becoming part of its service providers in recent times
confirming his reputation as one of the worst hands for a girl to be born.
His exotic pride lies on the rare breed of the Persian Cat
popularly known to promote and boost the gender-change operation,
as he is also crowned “the nose-job capital of the world”.
In cavier, pistachios and saffron, he is a competing global producer;
having the only condom merchandise factory in the entire middle east.
He converts his plague of over a million foreign refugees
into sustainable development built on cheap labour.
Carpet exportation uniquely sits second in his earnings
and finds a miracle food in his special Persian milk.
“Paradise” was coined from a word of his mouth
and poetry epitomizes the beauty of the cultural heritage;
of his identity which was a one time world power and spreading empire.
I finally feel relaxed
It has been a long time coming
I finally get to the point that I can't take it no more
Don't want to deal with it any more
Take it or leave it - no more
That was my attitude
And I found that God meets me there
As I can no longer go any longer
This long stretched road
That we call "faith"
I was at a point where I told God
"Put up or shut up"
And was beginning to doubt His abilities
I believe that God directs everything
And He will lead you through so many turns
Work you like there is no tomorrow
Wear you out
Till you can no longer take it
He will decide
What and when He will do
He will work you my friend
Whatever that you need work with
What you need work on is different from what He works on others
So I can't tell you
What to look for
But only tell you
Rest assured
He will never give you more than what you can take
But only when you get to that point
Ha, tired?
I believe
This isn't the world's end
As the sun rises and sets,sets and rises
It reborns everyday
As the sea rises and falls,falls and rises
It remains every minute
As the leaf falls to give way to a new leaf
And the new leaf falls again to give way to another
It dies but it reproduces
Similarly there must be a stretch from here
It's believed to be either the hell or the heaven
So do good to avoid repentance and penalty
So live now with your belief
In your religion,your god and your heaven
And so the last but not the least
Live also with your loved ancestors
Reborn in your mind
Like the sun,the sea and the leaf
The smell of hot dogs, fresh grass, and stale beer
A constant dull drone from the Bleacher Bums
“Take Me out to the Ball Game”, sung aloud
Infield raking dust, by busy grounds crews
Seventh inning stretch at old Wrigley Field
Ivy covered walls, with a losing streak
Uniforms with faces of baby bears
The rival redbirds are taking the field
Cub fans begin to return to their seats
Fresh from a line to relief and last call
A solid round of boos from the bleachers
The batter warms in the on deck circle
At times, there is no better place to be
Chicago on a hot sunny day, free
© Copyrights G. Jones, 2008