The muzzle flash of the moon is infused with clouds
where the brightness tapers off on knees that poke through
the slit in her dress; the hem slips off her crossed legs.
Gunpowder in sieves flecks her irises
when she glimpses through my lunar haze
of daydreams that I'll trigger her to smile.
A Guns N' Roses song flogs silence in the back-
ground of my mind as she stands to shake
hands I synchronously half-rotate to kiss.
Her wedding ring tastes like zinc, or some strange kettle
of moondust while she avers that I look as pale
as mists conspiring to discover our trail.
Though we can't see her butler crack the whip to keep
a distant carriage in place,
whinnying clouds beam a grin to her face.
Categories:
furtive, eve, fantasy,
Form: Free verse
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she looks hard
with beg
leaking
hern looks
i feel her
warm
the music
wooz
ourn
mine looks
leak
Categories:
furtive, angst, i love you,
Form: Dramatic Verse
On the horizon, it shimmers and gleams.
A bright green oasis beckons parched dreams.
So lush, inviting, it's not what it seems.
It's an illusion, a mirage of beams,
Scintillating in incandescent streams.
Categories:
furtive, hope, image,
Form: Pleiades
A furtive glance reveals
what a man would steal
Met by woman's eyes
~ desire quickly dies
Categories:
furtive, desire, men, woman,
Form: Couplet
Furtive meeting
We sat in the park a packet of fags
a bottle of wine, on the back of a napkin
I wrote her a poem about love.
While struggling to find the right word
I hardly knew her, she fell asleep,
wine of good quality can be strong.
I counted my cigarettes had five left
saw the tempting light of a night bar
left her sleeping, went and had a drink.
Coming back, she had left my poem
written on the clean side of a napkin
was on the ground torn to shreds.
Categories:
furtive, anti bullying, business, cinderella,
Form: Sonnet
Jack Frost had been darting around
Frost covered the hedges and ground.
Sly Frost crept and scrawled
And none knew Frost called;
Frost struck without making a sound.
05/01/19
'Same Word Winter Limerick Poetry Contest' : sponsored by Charles Messina
Categories:
furtive, winter,
Form: Limerick
Though I've created my own Egypt
Doing things as if God does not exist.
Could not wait for the unknown.
I'm burning with passion, inflamed with lust.
Just! Because sin is the matter in the heart.
I was told the lies that are almost the truth
My mind sponged sinful ideas,
and was left illegally unfolded
to the dregs of morals beyond repairs.
As a result the pain is too deep
Piercing and violating my soul
grabbing where it is small, drilled by guilt.
I can feel each wrenching twists and turns
I think I am not worthy for this Title.
I'm being convicted a sinner
My reasoning is the reasoning of a rebellious child,
according to the scripture.
been distanced by the code of conduct of Salvation.
I am not worthy for this Title.
Listen!
You cannot pen down this poem without my Pangs.
This is the immortal battle field
as an inside belly foetus
caged, struggling for rebirth.
tangled with sinful cords
choked to spiritual death.
This is not onion dialogue
but a cry for Redemption.
Judge me on your way to your knees Brethren!
Categories:
furtive, anxiety, autumn, christian, prayer,
Form: Free verse
Blink of glance, fleeting touch on fingers flit
furtive; just out of reach your desire pants,
wantonly wanting the touch of desire.
Warming to hot with anticipation,
willing the wait to gain, not wane in vain,
not early this time our coming be joined.
Categories:
furtive, love, romance,
Form: Free verse
.
moon-darkened night,
fluttering fronds above,
quivering streaks of light,
of tapering shadows
on anxious thrill,
on nervous joy.
ah, freedom so elusive,
there, smooth, wet sand,
yonder, mossy driftwood,
here, hidden scene,
we can clearly see
without being seen.
stealthily, ebb tide kisses
our sandy, naked feet,
but why the stealth?
why be reluctant?
why be furtive before
the naked truth?
is this passion a fugitive?
a despicable outcast
so hideous that the glow
of its flame must hide,
languish and die out
here in the dark?
.
Categories:
furtive, love
Form: Free verse
“Hey Bill, what’s that spot in the hall ?”
“Awe, that’s just a fly on the wall.”
“John, you seen foreman Bob?
“No. Why? Where is that slob?
“Careful! He’s got big ears, y’all ! “
“Yeah, they say he’s got eyes in the back of his head.”
“Un huh, and he’s dumber ‘n dirt, I’ve heard it said”
“Yup, ugliest dude I’ve ever seen in my life!
“ Sure do pity foreman Bob’s wife!”
“ I hear ya! Can’t believe they sleep in the same bed!
“Hey Bill, that fly on the wall got lost.”
“Yeah,? Where in heck did it go, Hoss?
“Psst! Here comes foreman Bob!”
“Quick, pretend we’re doin’ our job!”
“Hey! So glad you could buzz in on us, Boss!”
Categories:
furtive, funny
Form: Limerick
a moon-darkened night,
fluttering fronds above
sketch quivering streaks
of light on nervous thrill,
... on anxious joy.
ah, freedom so elusive,
on the smooth, wet sand,
among mossy driftwood,
we can clearly see
... without being seen.
stealthily, ebb tide kisses
our naked feet, why the stealth?
why the reluctance?
why be furtive before
... the naked truth?
is this passion a fugitive
so hideous that the glow
of its flame must hide,
languish and die out
... in the dark?
Categories:
furtive, happiness, imagination, life, love,
Form: Free verse