Different lengths
Different breadths.
Surfing sometimes
Hard at times.
Pausing
Dossing.
Stretch
Etch.
Categories:
dossing, addiction, character, computer, fun,
Form: Couplet
No idea how long will it last
fetish on that nameless femmina?
Water is bulging under the bridge.
Puffing sound of passing gust,
I can hear, boats are rocking.
A pale white girl is swirling on the swing
the elapsed master is playing his trombone
on the street. Passerby are tossing coins.
Lovers in the shadowy park, holding each other hands
are watching the aged Sun recede.
I am panting
time is dwindling fast, dark is dossing slow.
The night light is switched on.
Getting smacks on my cheeks ,my fever has gone
but I am still quivering bared alone.
Categories:
dossing, beautiful, nature,
Form: Free verse
One plus one equal to
two.
I early knew how to
do.
But why did you
dossed at dorm?
which caused my
sudden brain storm.
O foolish brain that
wither and gain like
decidious tree.
You allowed my final
answer to be three
and the customer to
peep and peep into
my eyes.
A devil he may
idealise.
Categories:
dossing, absence
Form: Light Verse
"A woodland path in the dappled sun hushed and quiet"
As creamy blue cloud rests on tall tender trees
Peeps of early morning sun still awakes dossing greens
Dull dews are yet to vanish from their sheltering leaves
Silences of monastery still arrest woodland paradise
The songbirds are yet to reveal songs schedule of the day
The echoing breath of nature
Still nurture patient under slumber's custody
Only four naked legs print love on woodland moldered leaves
A perfect sanctuary for lucky cupid and Venus
As calming breezy strokes of nature
Lull perfectly braided hairs
Affection breathes rhythm to drumming tongues
Sweeping feelings conquer trembling flesh
As lips gently explore one another
Keen tender arms stroll awaiting avenues
As soft sweet moans arouse jealousy among woodland beings
'I love you' falls from ecstasy driven tongues
A perfect world is created by conjoined spirits
Where comfort nourish mind and soul
It's now evening
As weary sun leisurely walks home
A head still rests on sweeter-than-mattress subtle laps
Author: Joseph Osita
For Constance Rambling poet's contest: "Woodland Path"
11/06/2011
Categories:
dossing, love, nature, romance, love,
Form: Free verse
Waiting on the clock
Goes, tick, tock,
Tick, there they go
There off to the finish line
Of the ringing bell
The seconds are being counted,
The minute hand strikes again,
Tick, tock, tick,
Sitting here,
Dossing off, completely,
Tick, tock, tick,
Waiting, thinking,
Breathing, somewhat calmly,
My heart jumps,
Like it is on a simple spring,
Rusty but still has its bounce,
There it goes again,
Tick, tock, tick,
Just keeps going,
Where is that finish line?
Who knows where,
And where they keep it,
We'll find out later,
With or without those
Tick, tock, ticks
Categories:
dossing,
Form: Free verse