Chats in the Car
We never drive far
May be over the mountains
As the wheels meet the tar
And the bugs find their end
Round each terminal bend
Yet no fly in the ointment with
Conversational friend
We steer around obstacles
We navigate bumps
The pot-hole conundrums,
Of love, never stumps
We won't get a ticket
For our speeding or risks
No concerns with this friendship
From detectors or frisks
I could drive through the night
With you here by my side
It's a wonderful journey
Such a comforting ride
Don't know if we'll arrive
Or the point of it all
But I just count you as blessing
Whether top speed or crawl
For the moments, so fleeting
Are too precious to waste
If we have to conclude this
Let's not get there in haste
Categories:
frisks, car, cheer up, friendship,
Form: Rhyme
Uncommon Sun frisks mercury— heat's blight
On Winter's frame around tree trunks and boughs,
Shrieking frost shattered— melts in her tears, rights.
Atypical thaw for this season's height,
Where my mime yet waits to move for the clouds;
Uncommon Sun frisks mercury— heat's blight.
While setting back at the set of twilight—
My heart's glassy soil's whiff— portrayals ploughed,
Shrieking frost shattered— melts in her tears, rights.
A hiding mood that left the moon behind
In wisps of air, still by strains of dark's shroud
Uncommon Sun frisks mercury— heat's blight.
Repeated turn-arounds of the street lights—
Where essence freaks in the glitter; glade pound,
Shrieking frost shattered— melts in her tears, rights.
Of Nature believable; hasn't died—
Through the Winter's Time, waning about how
Uncommon Sun frisks mercury— heat's blight;
Shrieking frost shattered— melts in her tears, rights.
Categories:
frisks, angst, dark, introspection, lost,
Form: Villanelle
Last
night's
tears fade
the flowers
on my person's quilt—
as morn annihilates heaven
pillow lays me wake in frisks and shams, remembered dreams.
Categories:
frisks, angst, dark, dream, introspection,
Form: Fibonacci
lolling on a hill
in glossy days of summer
cherishing blue skies
fat bumblebees hum
tunes of sweetness and sunlight
purple rose delight
gurgling brook's laughing
then the fall, and mum's the word
chrysanthemum craze
calico cat frisks
in the mystery of hours
colored by beauty
Categories:
frisks, appreciation, beauty, color, joy,
Form: Haiku
joy in the garden
among peach, reds, plums and green
peace and beauty rose
cherry blossom scents
sweethearts in the blue lilies
cat frisks with daisies
in reddish sunset
orchids of many colors
recall the sixties
Categories:
frisks, beauty, change, garden, love,
Form: Haiku
Soup Censors will never weigh risks
Of publishing physical frisks
For children must know
Wherever they go
Saint Francis rode three asterisks
Categories:
frisks, humor,
Form: Limerick
My love frisks the ground
With a white cane
Owing to its poor sight
Its patience has stumbled
Its kindness stammered
And slipped.
But, Your beauty is my lens
Your strength is a beaming lust
Your lips as amplified as a yellow sunflower
and embellished like a vibrant lily
It got the drip like the morning dew
Your body like the horizons curves
Your Mountains providing security
Your Valley bringing comfort
Her skin a flowing river
Down the hill side
Your trees is like kinks rooted from heads of black women that rocks it’s curl in society and whose twist do not conform
I long to watch Your sun set
Her dark brown eyes as majestic as the civil dusk
Your smile satellites My World
like the moon
Its forcefulness like moon phases
It pulls and captures my love
And takes it closer to shore
And no one can separate us
Amid Your essence of beauty
My love needs no walking aid
It now walks by faith
And hope follows...step by step.
With Your beauty
My love can see to eternity
Categories:
frisks, love,
Form: Free verse
Fox frisks snow
with seeking whiskers,
finds a waft of her
on frozen winds.
There! There in the moonlight,
his hearts delight!
Fox sniffs, snuffles,
snares the sweetness,
follows her warmth.
In he goes, first nose
then his whole lusty heart.
Lord of the coop,
he lolls his tongue inside her,
dances. makes love
to the plumed plumpness,
to the surrendering blood. His play,
does not stop
until the goodness fills him.
Pelt slick with grace,
he stands panting among
the feathers.
Then dog-fox trots away
to praise this world,
and laydown
under a sweetheart moon.
Categories:
frisks, poetry,
Form: Blank verse
Growl
Grasp at life
Flushed out in full flight
Wind's wild moaning warmth
Frisks it, whisked
Up
From fist clench
Fingers curled tense- tight
Unfurl hurts
Gasps
Of air rasped
Hoarse sounds break from husk
Gutted heart
Thumps
Posted 2017.
Categories:
frisks, freedom, moving on, strength,
Form: Free verse
Those poisoned braids crawl with love moves
Playful flute in magical music;
Deaf to my loving woes as I blow,
Frisks my heart to thrill in her curves:
'Touch me not' dances to my vibes,
Onlookers sway with her to my rhythm,
Devilish eyes meditation lies:
Ready with her venomous bites:
Arms to her shoulders she thirsts to strike;
Spotted free she could send chills up your spine.
Picture Prompt:-
http://th03.deviantart.com/fs42/300W/i/2009/082/d/b/snake_charmer_by_lisakimberly.jpg
Categories:
frisks,
Form: Free verse