SUMMER LOVE
Long blond hair eyes like a raven
Your love was all I was cravin
As I watched you dance by the water
Short summer dress flowers in you hair
You danced like you didn’t have a care
Didn’t think it would get any hotter.
We held hands walking by the shoreline
For that summer you were mine
I was hoping that it would never end
We ran alone as it started to rain
Drunk on whiskey and feeling no pain
Trying to get out of the driving wind.
We feel asleep holding to each other
I thought there would be another
And then the night turned into day
We woke up to the morning sun
As you laid with your dress undone
Holding you and nothing I could say.
Now the years have slowly gone by
Sometimes I look at the sky
And remember making love on the cool ground
Those days are gone you went away
Nothing I could do to make you stay
You left without making a sound.
Marty West
Categories:
cravin, joy, lost love, love,
Form: Rhyme
Some praise the work of Rumi
They declare him the poetry king
But his deep philosophical lines really are not my thing
William Shakespeare the Bard of Avon
I find that his work is so boring
And his use of archaic language has THIS poet snoring
Others rate the work of Edgar Allen Poe
Who is famous for writing the Raven
I find his work depressing, it’s great humour that I’m cravin
So when I pop onto Poetry soup
For a minute or perhaps an hour
And need some witty poetry… I head over to read Ilene Bauer
A SOMEWHAT TONGUE IN CHEEK LOOK AT POETRY ... EXCEPT THE FINAL STANZA WHICH IS TRUE AS I HAVE LOVED ILENE'S WORK EVER SINCE I JOINED SOUP
10/18/20
Categories:
cravin, poetry,
Form: Rhyme
Mavis makin
Sausage bacon
Kevin cravin
Pancake syrup
Can't wait for breakfast
2/21/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
Categories:
cravin, allusion, anxiety, food,
Form: Dramatic Verse
Walked in revealing outfits
Dudes who wasn't gettin none from they girl she was outlet
Cum she doused with
And swallowed ounces
The diseases in her is countless
Pussy he pounded
Women saw the size and became astounded
Fukin from west to east and back west for the round trip
Kutchi is what he was cravin
While you off at work he destroys your wife in basement
Key difference she's a hoe he graduates into immortalization
He's Hugh heffner in the makin she has no friends reputation tainted
He wild ways are looked as a sex addiction
And in the end he was a victim
She gets kicked out of church and stripped away as a Christian
Hmm let's a glipsm in
Explain to me the difference
Biblical sins they both commitin
Or maybe he's not he has a fear of commitment
And she's just commitin sins longer after her shift ends
6women 6hours 6hundred but he's a escort no arrest no sentence
She receives slurs and infliction he gets praised and exemption
When in actuality there's no difference
Categories:
cravin, life
Form: I do not know?