beak’s pecking away
chiselling wood from my side
hole reveals insides
is it work or play
pecker’s constant yammering
or to stir me up
plug up scab or slug
the critter who’s fleshing out
a home for squirrels
i’m feeling squirrely
running on a hamster wheel
pounding on the walls
Elmer Fudd my spouse
guns blazing looking for fight
wily rabbit laughs
morning to midnight
tiptoe open door slowly
feels swoosh of bb’s
No birds were hurt in the writing of this poem ;)
Categories:
fleshing, bird,
Form: Senryu
Ripples running from the moist
Hot, water.
That mix together with heat and create light.
As is the way of summer,
Steaming,
Fleshing out black letters
Micro chips in beaded into your skin.
Where the hard sounds of sentences
And paragraphs
Flourish.
Like the air plants that dangle from the clouds
Taking in nervousness
Through their roots
Absorbing the knowledge
With out the need for space
To breath.
Shorts, shoes
Too small to soak in earth
Quakes
That rumble our heads,
Shaking out beads of sweat.
Give me a moment to comprehend
What is God.
Is he rocks beneath our feet,
That crumble when we cry.
Is he light,
From the darkened sky.
That follow the feeling of paradise,
And trickling water,
That is falsely turning us into plants.
Categories:
fleshing, school,
Form: Free verse
None fiction
You to Young to understand
Since the night I birth you I fell in love.
Your tiny hands, your 6pound weight that felt like I had 2.
That night was a special moment your bith was at 7pm.
You don't understand but it's okay.
I know it's annoying to love you to much.
But I can't help it that's what a mother do.
You to Young to understand.
I do not care if you hate me or love me.
For it's a normal thing a child go through with they parents.
That behavior been an existing since the ancient.
Until you become older to understand.
You don't understand but it's okay.
Your father was the same way.
I cared for him, but they was no chance of love.
For you I birth you that why you have the luck of love and care. That I will always have.
You don't understand but it's okay.
For you are to young to understand.
I am your mother, you are my fleshing blood.
My DNA, so much I understand.
For when you are older you'll understand.
I will never turn against you no matter what.
For keep in mind. All is forgiven.
Even when you don't do nothing at all.
For as your mother.you will always be
The baby, that I fell in love with the night I birth you.
Categories:
fleshing, care, love, truth,
Form: Lyric
Light in the darkness;
Orange blossoms hearld new fruits.
They ride the wafting winds.
A fruit tree gives birth
Fleshing out its little ones;
Orchards of newborns.
Colored baubles hand
On arms reaching for sunlight;
Bountiful harvest!
Categories:
fleshing, nature, poems, poetry, tree,
Form: Prose
My lala mal flats is skinking like that
Shimmy, Jimmy, gimme some of that hat
We're fleshing and flexing, cheek to cheek
meshing, on do-own
Shimmy, little Jimmy will ya break a my heart?
My pushaloopa swish swash skirt
gonna twirl you, swirl you, send you out a this world
Shimmy, Jimmy, don't you walk out on me,
Lay me low, down, lay me easy as pie
Shimmy, little Jimmy, got you by the tip of my nail
Oooh, baby, snickle down by my side,
shake it up, shake it down, and well shimmy
Ah, Jimmy, we skip and twirl like a pair
Your so sply, full eye, so debonair
I flutter and flatter and take to the air.
Shimmy little Jimmy, we can dance out of here
go on for ever, sasashaying praying and snicking
faster than we care. Oooh, play it blue, play it cool
Gonna wind up around you, get you all hot,
Oooh, play it baby, shimmy and skinny and dance out of here.
Categories:
fleshing, blue, dance, music, passion,
Form: Free verse
so the poem goes
along the nose
a proboscis bridging
along the ridge in
alphabets of aromas
mouthing wordy stomas
with stanza's scents
to write recompense
right between the eyes
seeing to a surprise
fleshing cheeky meter
poetic phrasing sweeter
'til lobed on ear and
lips whispered near in
recognizing expressions
facially i reckon
© Goode Guy 2012-01-25
Categories:
fleshing, funny, people,
Form: Rhyme
5 for Howard
When I came to sit, fleshing out the day
by three west windows where on good days
the sky blushes at its edges, or flames
a scarlet denouemont, my gaze flickering
from the boredom of Sunday television
found distraction in the burgeoning leaves
of sycamores near these panes: a fluttering
pigeon, a streetwise scavenger, balanced
on a bough too delicate for its clumsy weight.
Tightrope walker, it fans its wings, then tail
to keep the balance, feeding on new foliage,
tender greens of spring's spangled aura,
small pledges promising abundance. Arrow-
shaped and aimed at summer's abundant
heart, they defined you to me, absent lover--
Try to dismiss your memories, if you can.
Categories:
fleshing, loss
Form: Blank verse
A thousand years ago
on a sorrel hill,
arms became wings.
We dream of the room,
the belt's snake sting
given for wrongs we have done.
Now we rise in dreams
to things never expected,
pluck the opalescent shell
of locust
from rain soaked oak.
There is no original sin.
We take the punishment
as our last: arms, legs,
torsos growing by the day--
summer's cool culvert
darkening our tongues,
fleshing a nakedness,
a first breast
appaloosaed in sun.
Categories:
fleshing, childhood, life, time,
Form: Free verse