SIPPING CIDER WITH MY SWEETHEART
Ever so cold outside;
Ah, but come to me my darling;
Let us sit down around the fireplace;
As a young couple sharing time with;
Grams on this somber night ;
In the kitchen making hot cider;
As this the couples first winter together;
Such a beautiful site...
Sipping cider with my sweetheart;
On this cold, cold autumn night;
Ever so frigged;
Place another log on the fire;
Under comfy wool blanket we embrace;
Staring at each other face;
Soft spoken words of love;
Joyous seasons still frigid cold outside
this the couples first winter together;
Such a beautiful site...
Embracing together
Sipping cider with my sweetheart;
11/23/18
For COOL WRITES AND IMAGINATION Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kim Rodrigues
Will the little people in the wall paper have to watch you die?
The very thought of it makes me want to cry.
Will their little bodies stiff and Ridged have to watch yours go Frigged?
For the know your darkest moment better than I.
They watched you sit and ponder "why?"
You see these little people they aren't real.
But they are the only ones who see how you really feel.
Imbecilic
By the shores of imbecilic,
Butt painted with acrylic
Was a lunatic without much enterprise,
By the shores of linga-longer
Out past the dead Dingoes donga,
Was a man not used 2 telling many lies,
With a fornication permit,
And an itch that needed, worm wit,
Eyeball on a different orbit,
In his eye,
Cos he cannot find his dinger,
Bells frigged without a ringer,
Cos OP rum will only paralyze,
Guess ya canna well absorb it,
Being well rubbed with de morbid
With vix he needs to daub-it
Till the maggots multiply,
Till the imbecilic spell,
Leaves ole Johnson fairly well,
And he staggers off,
With all unbuttoned flys… Don Johnson
*Hot & Cold*
“The Professional.”
only in my eyes
supports
the temperature.
Mercury, rising above:
Boiling point of no return,
Injection,
Rejection,
like heartfelt tears
on the surface,
pouring of dryness
from the deep
complete.
Bare
Plot
Both
Dot
Cold
not good enough.
You stay,
Numbness against the impression
of adoration
wallows off
Venus, the frigged interiors of:
Freezing below zero,
from my form,
Swallow knots
intent look
nowhere to be found -
in the zeniths
radiation.
Core
Depth
Beauty
Death
Hot
I grasp it all.
The secret of you
I hunger!
Cannot have,
nowhere to be found-
no, lease.
Stay…
A kiss so endlessly,
I need!
I want!
endurance
reassurance
your vibes
confused,
not fixed
your placid
hallucination
during
muddy waters.
And still I may be smitten: -)
By;pd
I dance so long, to this song
and we waltz and we wiggle,
god its been so long, i am frigged.
we dance all night with the witches and goblins
We don't care they don't care, and my mom is truly sobbing
and i have never had such a great time, like i am having
now, i take a bow and welcome them to our wedding.
And you sing to me those dandy words i've been dreading
I laugh so hard, everyone is watching.
How ironic? this fantastic time that i'm having.
Don't leave, feel the beat
and the ball in the pit of your stomach..
I fell free, and alive and i love it.
I think right now, we may have our forever.
I think right now we're happiest together.
than i emerge from a dream, i'm thrilled and i'm sweating,
god if we can live what i dreamed
maybe our relationship wouldn't be so damaged.
I see him in the shower, Oh he has the power. Not of 3 men but for. As I see him naked
stepping on the floor. I watch the water drop off his skin. To be this sexy must be a sin.
I walk closer to him, his body so slim. I put my hand upon his chest I found my hand
sliding south. as I kneel down I slide him in my mouth. He breaths so rigid and shakes
like he is frigged. He bursts out in a moan. Thank God where all alone. His sweet nectar
fills my mouth, I don't want to tell him my stomach is turning south. To see his shaking I
know he is not faking the love he has for me.