Fondled Poems | Examples

Thunder Mountain

As I fondled my plunder
A wind from down under 
Got caught on the breeze

It wafted and floated
But still I felt bloated
And dropped to my knees 

As it tore me asunder
I recalled days of thunder
What'd help to appease

My stomach just rumbled
In agony mumbled
Some TUMS if you please 

Took more than two rolls
Prayers read from dead scrolls
To cure this disease 

But then belly now loaded
The wind then exploded...
And blew bark off the trees

A Pond's Melody

hushed at dusk and dawn
I long to hear the pond's song,
a lullaby melody
hummed on the ripples
that lilts, quivers of shimmers,
across my wet fondled skin

Embers Of Night

Afterglow...Burnt Candles 
Dissolve Embers,
Fondled Groans Heave 
Into Joyful Kindling...
Lush Moon's Nightscape Offers
Pleasure-- Quiet Ripples Sighing,  Trickling 
Under Velvet Whispers...
X-axis Yielding Zones.

Sheep

People don't ever think for themselves
There's this book I read on cultural evolution 
That says group think is an adaptation 
If someone says snake
And you take the time to look for yourself
You're dead
Natural selection favors the man who runs

My son has flashbacks
Seven years old, crying out of nowhere
Because someone made him think of the sheep: 
A phallic toy, half ram head and half sheep 
Fondled by my oldest one night on Skype
Before I knew what it was 

He played it off, cuz he's not supposed to cry 
Cuz it's worse when he does
Said he loved the sheep
Wanted it 
Made me look up sheep toys on Amazon for his birthday 

His father is the goddamned shepherd
I say, "Look!" and he screams, "Snake!" 
Drives all the wondering sheep
Right back to the pen
And they line up to sodomize my child

Violin

A violin is like a lover--
A beautiful work of Art--
Precious, delicate, fragile.
It has to be handled with care,
Caressed, fondled, touched,
Hugged--but not too tight,
Or break it might
And hurt you in its breaking.

Hold the violin by its neck
The way you would hold your lover--
Firm but with the right pressure.
Look at it at arm’s length,
Admire its waist,
Lay your chin on its rest,
Close your eyes and feel
Your lover’s chest.

Press its strings as if you were
Pressing your lover’s skin,
With fingertips tripping over
Like the dainty feet of a dancer.
And the violin’s scroll--
Isn’t it a pretty sight?
Like a lover’s head bowed
When you were still both shy.

May 1, 2024
Lower Fairview, Baguio City

It started with a blank canvas

It was not truly blank
For it bore the unseen burden of promise
For it held the texture
Of a calloused hand
The tone of tinted toil
The excellence
Of a gifted craftsman
Inscribe on a blank canvas.

It would tempt
The artist
Gift him
Faint flaws
Tease her
With threaded dalliance

Soft shadows
Cast the tint
Of imperfection’s challenge 

The artist
Studied every angle
Fondled with his eyes
Every subtle twist
Of light
Of texture
Of tenor
Seized the promise
Of the blank canvas
Slowly mixed the paints
Caressed the canvas
Fulfilling its promise
With swirling brushes.

My Drunken Lover

I fell in love with a Drunken Poet
When with light My Grail He fills
Lyrical Creativity intercourse with pen and paper spill
With Rhymes and reasons salutations 
Filled so full, Colorful My imagination
Drunken poetry obliteration 
He drinks sooo much, his touch Intoxicating 
Slurry words with breath of sweet Rum
Penetrating and Pouring light until I succumb 
He woos with words and stirs Me up 
I have gotten addicted to his Liqueur syrup
Transporting my mind to Celestial Bliss
Overflowing with every Drunken Kiss
Drunk in Love, my heart Enshrined 
Top shelf Libation pours, He wants me to Shine
He slurred" let go baby, I'm yours, You're mine"
I got sooo drunk, couldn't hold My liquor 
Fondled My Pen, vomit on paper
He slurred, " Go on baby, it's best for your liver"
Now my  speech is liquored sweet ingredients to my potion
Drunken poetry creative recreation.


Shout out to Elliott Bowe>>>creator of drunken poetry.

Cosmic Embrace

('I' refers to God.)

In dolour, he descried the leafless pine
And under its shade of dearth lay supine,
Cerebrating how not e'en grains of sand
Pay heed to him nor his woe understand.

I thus deigned to limn Myself on his sky
To consume its vacuity strewn so high
That I painted a canopy of stars
And shaded him from the plots of scheming Mars. 

I then, in all literality, blanketed him
In the fabric of the welkin, and seraphim
Watered his lifeless pine with lullabies
And read him tales and cosmic alibis.

And ere scarcely closed his eyne and sleep's kiss, 
I restored the sky; on it drew a marvel of bliss. 
Then after the cosmos fondled his heart to peace and reverie, 
I turned it all into a dream and dissolved it in his memory.

As I Watch the Waves Crash

As I watch the waves crash against the rocks and sand, 
and fondled my bare feet;
My mind wonders with the refracting color of the mist.
Cleansing the air reigning in azure buttermilk sky.
A playground of sea gulls against the sonorous breathing waves.
Purge memories come, yearning thirst of your love to have once more.
To trace your face to my sea of memories of where our life began
A sweet surrender in your arms with you forever.
To capture your heart in serene rapture, and run.
Upon the rainbow and feel the wind blow against our form.
To love you like there is not another morrow in my soul.
Even in heaven, a new life with God’s blessings.

The Unsupervised Stop Sign

Who says stop? Road signs, yes. But those who don’t like what is happening. The abused, the neglected, the rejected. Often ladies who don’t want to be fondled by the men they’ve accepted as dates or trysts. There are those that say stop when the drink is being filled and others who express their prohibitive word – STOP – when they’ve finally heard all the bellowing they can take for one round between them and a spouse, a sibling or a child. Stop can mean that a road, whether paved, dirt or vindictive, has finally come to an end and this is where the rubber meets the pavement, where the dog-eared finish meets the truth, where the lifetime meets with its fate and even, possibly, when the heart meets its beat and together, two are merged as another sign, pointing one way. STOP means wait, forget it, pause for just a bit. But, mostly STOP means to bar the way so that no one can say you came to a rolling stop because you know, without a doubt, you absolutely stopped before continuing on your way, discovering the direction of your destiny, your fate.

Just a sign to stop
Unsupervised it is not
Sojourn from the start

Clandestine Closet

       Never advisable to be naked! 
       Unfolding ability to assume changes
       Depict funeral mesh opaque 
      
       Wobbled iron lock conjure 
       Wakens particular persona to inhabit
       Wardrobe wonder honours

       Peter Pan collar innocence
       Embellished bow breasts for bombshell
       Rhinestone on satin stimulant

       Deceptively deep, spacious 
       Dark wood doors swing away to exhibit 
       Dresses with waves vivacious 
 
       Forest of newfound favourites
       Frocks rustle, slide, beg to be fondled 
       Fascinator lavender fragrance 

       Mysterious occult conspirators 
       Ultimately select pretty arrangements 
       Musty garment rots ambiguous 
  
       
      

               19th January 
       Happy Birthday Keri ( Mum ) 
       - see, I fashioned my life
                to suit me!

Leave It Out Judge

The judge told the man, “You’re accused
By all of those that you abused.
You’re too touchy feely,
You touch and feel freely
And all of them feel they’ve been used.”

The man cleared his throat, then he spoke
But all that came out was a croak
He coughed and he spluttered
But nothing got muttered
It sounded as though he might choke

The judge said, “Are there mitigations
For your regular deviations
For touching two teachers
And one or two preachers
And, with my wife, having relations?”

The man cleared his throat once again
His voice cackled like an old hen
He just couldn’t speak
It could take a week
His lawyer requested a pen

The judge said, “It only gets worse,
You fondled a man in a hearse
It’s really quite shoddy
To grope a dead body
To decency you are a curse.”

The man tried to write a quick note
He coughed and he wheezed as he wrote 
He struggled for breath
Like he was near death
Or had a bullfrog in his throat 

The judge said, “Speak up at the double
You sound like you’ve gargled with rubble
As a means to an end
Suck a Fisherman’s Friend.”
The man said,,, “I’M IN ENOUGH TROUBLE!”

This Metaphor of Life

Alone, I amble through the garden dying
Mulling over the ending of another summer,
Realizing that all things have their season
Comes a sadness with the drooping stems
Petals lying on the ground like soft pebbles
Tenaciously hugging their fast-fading colors.

Do they remember being lovingly touched
Fondled upon the briary stem in passing,
Or is their life over, tossed aside in autumn
When their bloom has faded and cast off
Like we humans come to in our end times
Lying beneath the earth to rot unnoticed.

Seems a subject worthy of consideration
As I amble, alone, through this metaphor
Of life and its inevitable passing with time
To make way for other flowering youth,
Who will experience a casual adoration
Then fall away to be trampled underfoot.

Written September 9, 2022

Soup Soap

A lady with an itchy bra
Was fondled by her son-in-law
They came to grips
When he locked lips
At least that's what her husband saw!

Rampant Lethargy

R is for the repeated distortions of facts,
A for press articles written with hacks,
M for the emphasis placed on survival,
P for the piss taken out of your rival.
A for analogies that never convince,
N for false narratives making us wince,
T for traditional values cast-off
   That cause umpteen scholars and clergy to scoff.

L is for lovers whom I dream of all night,
E for electric bills high as a kite,
T for temptations I can’t keep at bay,
H for Matt Hancock - please God stay away!
A is for the **** he fondled intensely,
R for resigning - we respect that immensely,
G is for the government of which he was part, and
Y for the yes-men aboard that rotting cart.

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