A golden sunset setting before them.
Two young teens bewitched, hardly in boredom.
The young teen girl in the soft, coral knee-highs stood.
Oh, if only a kiss on her lips thought he, if I only could.
They stood in wonderment of the tall, wispy weeds of
their sunset Spring.
That undulating moment of sacred, sexual awakening.
He, in his new Chinos and shirt, so vibrantly rooster red.
Matched the libidinous thoughts that danced about in his
tousled, boyish head.
The trees seemed to bow, creating a private love cave.
The boy, leaned over, and upon her lips, the softest,
sweetest, cotton-candy kiss gave.
May 29, 2020
3:30 pm PST
Poem# 1,304
Categories:
chinos, cute love, kiss, quinceanera,
Form: Couplet
Gaming
Written: by Miracle Man
11-16-2019
Oklahoma is saturated,
with Indian gaming casinos.
People go, hoping to win,
some jingle for their chinos.
Commercials make you think,
that everyone is winning.
Everyone jumps up and down,
and no person isn’t grinning.
But what remains unseen,
are those leaving destitute.
With frowns on their faces,
and voices that are mute.
From the hole they were in,
they were an unhappy person.
But a night at the casino,
has seen conditions worsen.
No Lottery or casino,
can ever be the answer.
Most lose and can’t stop,
and gambling becomes a cancer.
“It’s not true that nice guys finish last.
Nice guys are winners before the game even starts.”
Addison Walker
Categories:
chinos, games, grief, hope, how
Form: Lyric
Quirky things that confound and confuse me,
Must include those remarks which bemuse me.
Though our language is reasoned at heart,
There are questions to ask of this art.
‘Bob’s your uncle’ – well, simply not true!
Mine are Jimmy and Johny and Hugh.
‘He’s all mouth and no trousers’ they say,
Yet he sports snazzy Chinos each day!
'No such thing as a free lunch', that's barmy!
Never heard of the Salvation Army?
And they claim that they 'see eye to eye',
But she’s short and he stands six foot high!
Yet I guess 'at the end of the day'
Speech delights in this wacky word-play.
Categories:
chinos, confusion, word play,
Form: Rhyme
Softly dressed in a black top to hinge
Brown chinos skirt and beige watch
Hair resplendent in curly full fringe
With cute accessories to match
Her voice rings out in a velvety tone
“Obim oh, am gonna love you”
Heart filled with sweetness so prone
Her food rests on a meal of fish
Fish prepared in diverse forms
Its sauce slushed with peppery dish
Mellowed by drinks, so fizzy they burn
In her anger, she struts with a raging heat
Her strides, pressured by a desire to excel
Like the wind, filled with the beat
Of many shoes and waiting to exhale
Categories:
chinos, people, , cute,
Form: Free verse
Static......
Radioactive man is cool.
His brain is fried
but he still wears chinos.
It is sixteen days
since the bomb dropped,
not many people lived
but radioactive man did.
He is dazed and confused
but alive.
He staggers about,
not knowing
he is glowing.
The radio static
claims lots
of things.
Like....
The Russians
are like sour grapes.
A bad bunch.
No need to be that bad
though.
Claims static.
Radioactive man
shouts words.
"Let them lead what
I can"t have
down
the
path
of
righteousness."
Sigh, he must
have been
a church goer.
He will be dead
in two hours.
But the radio
wont know.
Nobody will.
Well, maybe God.
Oh and the Russians.
Categories:
chinos, war
Form: Prose Poetry