Two chairs by the riverside
Empty now but set aside
For you to sit with me and talk
And my guitar will play you Bach
Fresh coffee for you I will make
Sweet lilacs, a bouquet you can take
To place upon your office desk
To know my thoughts of you don't rest
And every time the breeze blows through
Your window, know it's me who flew
In on current's unseen flow
To cool you and to say hello
Surrounding you with all my love
Embracing you with zephyrs of
Refreshing scents of cologned air
And when it's gone, know I was there
Categories:
cologned, for her, i love
Form: Rhyme
Sleepless ... tossed like pillows, our sleep number slumber
so sweetly disturbed ... pretzel limbs, twisted soft and warm ...
we tear torrid tunnels through Egyptian cotton ...
Swimming, deep, the louvered moonbeams, properly peeled
and cologned-to-taste ... hot-striped like a naughty tiger,
(from your almond nails) ...
A fire on my skin inflames to the core, mouth-to-flesh-to-mouth ...
manic handfuls, served al dente' ... your tangy, sticky-sweet nectar,
we share like an aged and smoky bourbon ...
Mixed in our kiss with your herbal tresses, imbibed as a potion,
sublime ... we flail our forms, frantic - thoughts, flavors, feelings,
urges, curves, wants ...
Swirled in a moonlit concoction, aflame ... tumbling and surging
together, a single sultry beast, with but one selfish design ...
abandon.
~ 3rd Place ~ in the "Sleepless - Old Or New" Poetry Contest, Carolyn Devonshire, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Contest 455 any form Or None" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 8th Place ~ in the "Abandon 2" Poetry Contest, Brenda Chiri, Sponsor & Judge.
Categories:
cologned, love, metaphor, moon, passion,
Form: Free verse
Gun
Poem
Lionel Derbyshire
Gun and drug...
Look now
What you have done
Young man dead !
Ripped our fun apart
Vent your muscle ..
Smokin
To let tears run
There be no sun ..
For Felix
Lying down
Do you think
Such is right fun ?
Tears now all around
The blue siren's now
All around
Felix could not run.
To the gal’s
He was delicious Felix
With a mighty heart
To Mother
Precious son
He did not fool around
Hello he last said
And now he is lying
Down instead
On the ground.
Innocent boy...
And now
Fool with gun in hand
Still smoking ..
Cry for
Delicious Felix
with scarlet scar
In sexy denim
Spiced and cologned
Shot down by scum
No longer around
Gun why do you
Drugs why do you
Bury young ?
Categories:
cologned, anger, anti bullying, body,
Form: ABC