Colleen, the fiery red head down the road learned to step dance
She practiced up and down Ireland, then moved to Italy and France.
Hot blooded Italians had never seen a ginger this beautiful and flashy.
The French were unkind; they called Colleen common and trashy.
Colleen moved back to Dublin where her cousins all danced too
Three got jobs on a cruise ship, and invited her to the ocean blue
These four step danced three nights a week, and joined the captain’s table
It was the best time of Colleen’s life, she told her little cousin, Erin Mable.
I'm not as free with my desires.
As I was when hormones afire.
With age and doctors intervention.
My ability is not much to mention.
But when the sun still shines on me.
My heart remembers it still see's.
And not all life is just hot blooded.
But rather love in veins now flooded.
Sometimes you see someone online.
Who you think I could make her mine.
But past illusions quell esteem.
And you're still not sure what's a meme.
Maybe some day I'll have the means.
To win the love inside my dreams.
Until that day I'll remain blue.
And solemnly say I could, could you?
Society sure has a lot to say
on how middle-aged women should behave.
Who dares to sanction that fire still alive inside?
In this her fiftieth year, she curses her sex-drive.
For she has prayed for years for someone to love,
Imposed voluntary abstinence to honour the Man above.
Perhaps, she shall marry at sixty-five
Until then, the fight continues for she must thrive.
So on behalf of all hot-blooded women, she scribes.
When I see him standing in the doorway
with that luscious grin upon his lips,
I cannot turn away
although I’m feeling flushed
as if a fever has grabbed a hold of me!
I meet his seductive gaze
and hope he cannot see
that I’m beginning to perspire.
Oh, cool cool fever; it has taken hold again.
How easily his being near me
causes me to sweat.
How can I feel so suddenly the chills
going through my body
while simultaneously
my temperature is rising?
Hot, hot, hot is his physicality..
Hot-blooded I become just seeing him.
Fever floods my body as I tremble
with the anticipation of his mere touch.
How ardently he wraps his arms around me.
How fervently he kisses me
in all the places that he knows
I’m wanting to be kissed.
Higher and higher my fever rises.
Only he can bring me what I long for
until at last I shiver
at the climax of our passion.
The fever subsides
but I know it won’t be long before
cool fever will again catch hold of me!
Strolling in dreamy Ipanema!
Our long, planned, dream trip came true.
Stiil in wrapped in beads of love to forever be!
Angelic fantasia, bronzed, Columbian you.
We angels, in love, though decades have passed!
Looking into the azure sky, I turn to touch you.
Wondering which Brazilian cloud has room!
For us...the hot blooded-two!
Times when you are callled away know my fidelity
Longing for you each minute, each hour, each day.
Confident, that I, your obedient monarch butterfly
Will always be by your side, for an eternally stay!
Whether here or anywhere, always in wonder I stand.
Intoxicated and I am desparately in love with you.
And with you alone,I am your tropical ,
You, my Adonis of a man~ black hair,eyes ofazure blure!
1/1/2024 12 AM
~ Pangiella~
9/9/2023
Pangiella wed-a wealthy Pakistani.
He bought her a pricey Mogdiliani!
Plus, an annual supply of Pastrami
Be assured, he was a cultured mensch!
With a penchant to kiss her on any park bench,
For he adamantly adored, his hot-blooded wench!
They wed, had children, by last count, three.
Of course, busy as romantic honey bees.
Living contentedly, on the lovely Isle of Capri.
No more poetry, does wench Pangie ever try to write.
Busy now with family, parties and being socially right.
He keeps her busy with love and Madeira on moonlit nights!
Yearling struts its liberty in unstinting energy
Oblivious to reserve that shoes a gallop with dullness
Unaware of regret's stable and the binaries of age
Trotting between indolence and indulgence
Hot-blooded youth that knows the sway of vigor in
every race, instinctive
right out of the gate
Acrostic composed May 5/2023
She was sixteen and dressed to the likings of fashion
a beautiful loose top was her choice of today's passion
as she mounted the bus she got stares from the guys
and teasing looks, but none of them ever met her eyes
yapping away in Italian thinking she looked a bit french
they thought her cute, and some thought her a wench
"poor girl" they said, "went down town, got pregnant"
"and now she wears that top to hide the baby tenant "
they laughed as they poked each other and guffawed
gesturing like little ruffians and talking way too loud
but to their surprise she turned to them and smiled,
she was an Italian hot blooded girl, to put it mild...
when she spoke in Italian they gaped and shut up
"cretino, stupido, imbecile" well I guess its my stop !
guess your having fun at my expense, hey boys
then she flirtatiously smiled, and left with poise
they sat there dumfounded with faces slightly pinked
as she stepped off the bus she turned, then winked.
July 24, 2021
ps this is a true story by the way, slightly changed but true
never assume someone doesn't understand a language ..
Smack down heat gives pavement a warm buzz of groggy
For a puppy who joyfully licks a lemon popsicle
held like a wand
By a caring boy with a warm buzz of rebel.
Composed July 27, 2020
Everything that forms in words comes from deep authority inside
it identifies itself though unspoken feelings within limbo
there is a line no soul should cross boundaries morally set
The intoxicated spirit drunkenly cuts to the ice core logic
frozen articles burning coldly hot blooded with faith
Emotions dressed in white pure as the driven snow cleans the tracks
truth dares to challenge the opposite opinion in reverse
When a veil falls seeing some not having got their affairs in order
its hard to find or hide that we do not tread on familiar grounds
The path your on harbours destruction canvassing with hate chosen
self appointed bigot such rules boycott everything honest in favour of the liar
This anger towards right surely is heading towards something sinister
condemning wrong has a twisted view out from the mirrors
blind darkness hidden ugliness has no shape always lost invisible
without a shadow or a second opinion that would hold no ground
will the wolf cry without a moon picturing it's existence alive
pitch black nothingness is the empty space between the ears filled with lead
He left me at the gates of Hell
Saying he had confidence I could rescue at least five souls
I tried to enter but was thrown backwards and out
A hot-blooded horned sentry glared at me
You cannot enter he said in a mean voice
I was determined, and I am tenacious
So his discouragement worked not.
I kept pushing day and night for two weeks.
Insisting on the sentry’s cooperation.
Made no headway at all
until I offered him a way to get to heaven.
He had many relatives here
If I could save five, he wanted me to save his children
Three sons and two daughters
He brought them to me and cried happy tears
as we made our ascent out of the bowels of hell
into the ether of heaven
These tears were felt by God
who allowed the sentry to join us
So I ended up saving six souls
My mission complete
Racer
Flat out speed
Hot blooded steed
Pacer
Speed walking race
With unmatched grace
Steeplechaser
Fearless full fledge
Ace over hedge
Dressage
Arabesques on display
The equestrian ballet
Draft
Flowing feathered heels
Beer on wheels
Trail
Rent the power
By the hour
10/28/18
Six-Word Couplet Series Encore Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Mark Toney
I can’t believe you are mad at me,
I’ve done nothing wrong that I can see,
Maybe it’s something that I’ve said,
Or perhaps something you have read.
Anger is a hot blooded beast,
That can ruin a man to say the least,
I don't understand why you are so hot,
I haven’t done anything that I forgot.
Just because I’ve wrecked your car,
And got you into a brawl at the bar,
And didn’t repay a chunk of your money,
Then stole a kiss from your honey,
Then you came home and found,
That I accidently burned your house to the ground,
Yes, I criticize everything that you do,
And told people bad things about you,
You are looking for me with blood in your eyes,
I think I am starting to realize,
You are a big man twice my size,
And I had better find a good disguise.
All of this doesn’t seem like a big deal,
So why all of this anger you feel?
But I forgive all you’ve done wrong,
After all I've been your best friend for so long.
You dont have to be moved,
we are already in a revolution
A different kind, one where futures are decided on couches in front of the television.
One which undoes it all
Implanting the seeds that usurp
men and women; both old and young along with their hot blooded ideals.
I make a imaginery toast to a time when we raised fists in unison.
While I watch in much intrigue and an impending sense of horror,
a tide wiping the minds of the free of all that is red
With the sterility of modern celluloid fiction.
The profane fantasies consisting of comic book superheroes fighting crime.
Morphed, rudimentary ideas of justice.
Just another vulgar display of neo liberal superficiality.
Meanwhile my mind wanders far away
To the remote and torrid jungles of nowhere
My comrade mothers her child
who is to be weaned off of her bossom,
It Blissfully titters at the breathtaking landscape now under seige.
As she cuddles her child, her eyes peer into the vastness.
Her heroes are dead, but not her resilience.
“Carry on my Wayward Son”,
Now you’re “Back in Black”,
You’re on the “Highway to Hell”,
But, I know you’ll be right back!
You act just like a “Renegade”,
Please “Don’t Fear the Reaper”,
“I Can’t Fight This Feeling Anymore”,
I know that you’re a keeper!
You have the “Eye of the Tiger”,
But, you’re never “Cold as Ice”,
I get “More than a Feeling”,
Then I pay the price!
You were “Born to be Wild”,
“Bad Company”, is all you keep,
Whenever there’s a “Bad Moon Rising”,
You hardly ever sleep!
You always run “Hot Blooded”,
I’ll be “Burnin’ for You” forever,
We should take a “Slow Ride”,
Why can’t we just be together?
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