Best Sweaty Poems
In this humid summer air
I don't wear my underwear
my bollocks get all sweaty,
for that I do not care.
It's not amusing they sweat profusely
along with the crack and sweaty pubes
whilst women have their sweaty boobies
seems we all have sweaty rude bits.
So if you girls want to air out your ****
us men will too our balls and dick,
an idea from which we all benefit....
go on, get out your luverly nips.
In sweat pants I lean…
spinning in washing machines
faded denim jeans
I feel the turn of fickle stars in my palms,
wrenching their way out,
challenging the ambition of a sinner's grasp.
It all falls loose;
sand at the feet of eternal eyes,
staring back into the shadows of memory.
Dreams struggle for breath,
suffer desperation, lack of color.
And in their whisper I squint like
an old man trying to find his way
back to the trail's head.
But in these woods I have no bearing;
no point of reference, only empty hands left wanting,
too arthritic to hold any sort of luster
or salt of tomorrow's promise.
And so, I am left to wait...
Suspect to the charm of a menacing horizon
that promises nothing but a burning reminder
of what I could not hold onto.
-James Kelley 2014, All Rights Reserved.
Do you ever wish you'd never been born?
Never again?
Do I play a role in your misery?
Or, did our paths cross to confirm inevitable suffering?
I'm weak and addicted.
Mayonnaise brain.
Unfiltered rants that indulge self hate.
Pushing the limits.
I don't want to be what I created.
Seem is adjacent.
No satisfaction.
Coincidence is comfortable in the simile of simplicity.
Just one second and we fall.
Gravity is there. I accepted whatever outcome
Without a breath of consequence.
Never again.
Do I seem obsessed with the female form
Does it seem like it's much more than the norm
One of life's joys
Since I was a boy
It still makes me feel all sweaty and warm
He came riding in from Coahuila
A sweaty young man with a thirst intense
He drank a whole quart of raw tequila
Neither he nor his hoss have been seen since -
Please watch for Fred and his hoss is Sheila
November 4, 2016
For Contest 5 line Max
Perchance a sweaty brow should brush your skin
a crumpled linted jacket strong of aroma within.
You....a fresh flower..... your fragrance wafting freely..
Swarthed in your mothers steady gaze lest you roam.
Her soothing voice with gentle hand on your cheek
Barriers once formed now lay lax as the moon waxes
Nay, strong aroma of exotic food nauseates the palate
Vitamins absorbed in pellets replace masses of fibre
Soaking in a warm bubble bath of fragrant radox froth..
Gentle strains of Creedence Clearwater piping forth
sends one a slumber "hey!" "Wake up! Dont go under!"
The cycle of the day, the night and repeats back to the
circle, day again into night, a moon, a quarter, a season.
Nay a year had passed like this without much excitement...
Disshevelled hair combed with the hope of tommorow.
Lets celebrate the future, the stars neath the cloudy sky
A northeasterly wind blows in echos of fond memories.
Sweaty Palms – Chronic Woe Renders...
Po' Whet Tick Dampened Curse = A
Worse Fate Than Death!
No idea when the incessant onset
of sweaty palms first burst forth,
nor why physiological symptom,
sans secretion spoils socialization
upon thy totally tubular handsome
grooves that criss cross the flat
skin surface of my hands. These
lines called 'palmar flexion creases'
develop before birth. This modern
day bipedal hominid i.e. human
primate attests (like the average
person) two main lines across the
palm but some have a single 'Simian
crease'. Profuse outpouring of
perspiration (as if Biblical Flood
gates opened) oft times directly
related to adrenaline coursing
through every pore sans the under:
side of my hands) reflexively
followed by swiping clamminess
(in vein) on clothing or woolen
pocket size cloth brought along
with me everywhere I go, (cuz
a lamb might not part ways
with mother Mary (of story
book fame), and this chap would
shear lee feel sheepish toting
extremely cumbersome to tote
in the event this intimation
predicated on decades worth
of experience, when in the throes
potential ordinary action re: guard
ding strongly shaking, grasping,
or holding hands took place
occurred sopping wet
clangorous human clapper,
(which frenzied trickling akin
to a vicious feedback loop),
my psyche feels under staccato
rat-a-tat siege from an enemy),
the natural inclination to with:
draw myself from “bad” company
of others helps stave of self-
consciousness. This avoidance
of socialization subsequently
impedes any promotion of hanker
ring viz genuine friendship,
employment and desiring care
free bona fide affectionate bond
ding with family of origin and/or
two precious progeny. Under:
standable, the human reaction
to shrink away and recoil quickly
when pressed to touch what feels
like a wet noodle. Ah…courtesy
sweaty palms,
lead to a brisk handshake.
averted eyes.
awkwardness.
the epitome of adolesence.
young boys and girls pretending to be grown up.
masquerading in ties and lipstick.
leaving numbers on napkins,
half-smiles,
and shared taxis.
it starts with a handshake.
quick
brisk
sweaty.
false.
like everything to come.
Monogramed towels
Satelite entwined cable
Cell phones with irky tunes
I want your bad romance too
But answer your phone instead
Perfume sweat salty limbs
Taste good etched with sin
So come over my baby
Cum play with me
Lets hang out until our neighbors
Witness our noises to distinction of place
Come over to my place
Lets lust until the sun drenches us
Just like the peak of our pleasure
if one's...
math am...'attic-calls'
then their brain senses that the...
math am...'attack-calls'
from some potential that the...
math am a...'take-all'
so their arithmetic conceives that the..
math am a...tickle
of their hot sweaty feet and now their...
math am a...tackle
with bed sheets since the cooler air be as...
maths a...mat-takes-all
stan sand
The middle-aged man's hands shuffle,
clutching the ordinary briefcase.
Every few moments he takes a hand
and wipes the perspiration on his pants,
revealing a sweaty dew on the briefcase's handle.
We're both on a bus,
but obviously headed in different directions.
This businessman's nervousness
may be economically driven,
his mind a miniature Wall Street.
Could he be holding the possibility of financial success
in those moist palms of his?
Will his future involve monetary gain?
"Sir, can you predict what will happen next with the economy?"
In a shudder, he quickly replied,
"This economy has left many of us worried."
Lumps don't belong anywhere on your body
Don't be alarmed you probably need to go potty
If it turns out a tough one
Just smile when you're done
Take a deep breath till next time, don't get all snotty
My hands are almost always wet from my sweat
And I always find it so gross, but it won’t stop
Sometimes my hands won’t sweat because I forget
Then I realize my hands are dry, now it’s a flop
I wish that my hands could always be drier
But they can’t stay dry, they always get more wet
If I can not get that, I wish to acquire
Someone, a girl, who won’t mind all the sweat
The girl with sweaty hands is now holding mine
Don’t know what this is, but I think it’s a sign
I didn’t think this could ever happen any day or time
I am so glad that this happened. I can say she is mine
1950s kindergarten
cute, dark-haired girl
in jumper dress
bright red tights
walking towards me
smiling...
I run away
with sweaty hands