Inti, the Sun God, was happy always
Moon deferred to him in all kinds of phase.
Incas pussyfooted under his gaze.
He ruled Mexico in the good old days
The priests and alpacas met Inti’s gaze.
Mita system was society’s craze.
Children of twelve were not allowed to laze.
Boys herded llamas and alpacas for days.
Girls gathered plants for medicines and glaze.
Inca society will simply amaze
Conquering others whose children are slaves.
Categories:
inti, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Monorhyme
A guy decked out in suit and tie
Will never catch my eye
Nor muscles, money, fame or glam
They shouldn't even try
For what I deem is sensual
Might sound a bit askew
So close your eyes and come to know
My sexiest venue
At six foot two, my burly beau
Who's milked and tilled and farmed
Was called to help a cow with twins
To bring them out unharmed
And I recall the day when all
The kids lined up to see -
Him close his eyes and reach inside
Such raw inti – macy!
I saw him sweat and concentrate
And turn those breach calves 'round
So when they came into this world
I felt my heart just pound!
SEXY
Michelle Prital
Categories:
inti, animals, inspirational, on work
Form: Rhyme
No, It was not my time
to jaunt & jump about
the Morld with You, to
glowering-green-glows
of Ischia, the privileges
of Mackinac, "...our Paris, Ilsa!"...
Ornamented ataud &
calefacted incinerators are
merely better-funded!, to a last-
notice of proteaned hoar, the
dearth of silk...
So, it was to be
Goa, or Delhi "curry-in-a-hurry" not,
and the touts & shouts
as We passed...
You in those shoes,
toeing-up with heel asway
like a silent, ticking-pendulum,
Me, watching...
Allowing sole specialnesses, but a few
to my inti-mated Life,
why there was You insinuate...
E'er Yours-sporadic, tho'
an extravagance of Soul!, like
incipient Sinatra, or
the piano of Jarrett! But,
No, it was not your time
to jump & jaunt-about
with Me, but for You,
like a junkie afeared of needles,
to be going, & mine
to Write... of It, plecking-off
the pilpuls from
My blanket, & You to
replacing contoured batteries
and
for Now... perhaps as recent
as tomorrows' accident.
H.e.m.
c.5.10.MMvii.
Categories:
inti, introspection, life, lost love,
Form: Free verse