Many thoughts are circulating through my mind
as I'm having fun with gardening games on my piece of land
In a couple of my poems, a couple of my words have been dotted out. Can I use inuendo?
Is it possible for this new poem, could I be partially banned ?
I have no desire to upset established decorum
When I post this latest poem on the Poetry Soup forum
Several of my poems relate to Australian native birds
coincidentally in this poem the bird rhymes with my old nickname DAG
We're often wet as a , or roosting on a rock
I'm referring to a bird I love it's called a shag
He sat with his shoulder nudging hers.
She languished in the warmth of the touch
and the familiarity of their intimacy.
She slurped the last of her coffee
and marveled at the somber sound.
Was this the goodbye she’d feared
fueled by her own insecurity?
He was master at inuendo and charm,
which made her all the more wary.
Fearful expectations…dismay.
Line of inquiry:
“as we passed her she did wilt
which caused in us sense of guilt
since our stance perhaps did cause
to put her heart’s joy on pause
though we’re gentle, not hostile
we diminished her soul’s smile
since our aura as she viewed
scent of love did not exude”
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captivating my every illusive thought.
I detected sadness in her lovely eyes.
the silent glances between us sought.
her gaze was directly at me, I realize.
I imagined the scent of her perfume.
all other sound completely faded.
she softly smiled across the room.
my soul, she had blissfully invaded.
my heart beat reached a crescendo.
gladly I would be her slave for life.
a result of her innocent inuendo.
I could imagine her becoming my wife.
from so far, looking down at her hand.
her wedding ring shone to my dismay.
her beguiling look made me understand.
she smiled, turned and walked away.
vanished from sight, never to be seen again.
into my loving mind she often sneaks.
wishing to see her, have no idea when.
its louder than words, when silence speaks.
The gardener said once I’ve chopped down this tree
Perhaps I could tidy your bush for a fee
Where the girl hit him is covered in bandage
He’s stood in the dock charged with suggestive language
The gardener issued a not guilty plea
He said she had asked me to fell a big tree
But seemed to think I couldn't cope with just me
So I told her I had a big tool she should see
The judge pointed out that misplaced sexual chatter
In these modern times is a serious matter
Besides said the judge, once the tree had been downed
She asked you to work, not just stand around
But Judge, said the gardener, I’m not a linguist
I can’t speak like you because I’m not distinguished
Besides, when she said there’s a sign she wants hanging
I only said that might mean screwing and banging
I told her that later (and I’m not a fibber)
I might sow my seed when I get out my dibber
Don’t know what possessed her to go get a copper
When I was just standing there holding my chopper
Epilogue...
The judge said I’m going to lay down the law
(A young police woman tried not to guffaw)
I’ll hand you a sentence for what you have done
The girl shouted give him a really stiff one
Rain taps at the window,
a song of secretive inuendo
lost in the rolling rumble
of distant thunder’s grumble
a drummer’s play of pattered rhythms
streaming light flashes and holy chrism.
Tip toeing down the siding
hard but on the ground gliding
slip sliding fast to the drainage ditch
soaking the soil there to be enriched.
Ponds form, pulling grass and dirt along the flow
into the circled churning waters moving and on the go,
waves of accumulated crests build up in the corners there
where the ground levels out and holds this place ensnared.
The water pools and ripples in the clouded shade
rain slows bringing rush of thirsty creatures on parade.
A squirrel, a rabbit, a blue jay and a sparrow
lapping up the earth’s parched liquid marrow
Worms rise from the drowning earth
life in silent unseen rebirth.
All the world is renewed
with rain in earth’s blended stew.
Written by SaraThorp
Sids Bail Bonds
Guess who I've got in my trunk
Is this some kind of perverted inuendo
I need to speak to Sid
Sids not available right now
Last I heard he was rubbing two sticks
together and trying to start a fire
with pure rage
I'm going to get a bonus for this one
I want a bonus for getting through the week
without stabbing someone with a fork
The weeks not over yet
OMG what a scene. What dialogue.
You go girl. Your writing is on fire.
With scenes like this one.
I see why you are a shining star.
Sparkle and razzmatazzle sparring
with the boys who think by far
they are the only Hollywood running
with fans who are worshipping
their intellect with manly adoring
Screw the critics
We all forget the lines
sometimes
Lose Yourself. the song by Eminem
Go back to the trailer park
keep writing
and believe in yourself
You can do anything
you set your mind to
Woman
Time to look
Look closely
at the backward
forward thinking me
Consumed
by my own consumption
Hybrid driving wanabe
Thinking I'm thinking of others
when it's all about me
Big house
with some solar panels
Seventy two inch plazma TV
with over Two Hundred Channels
All the latest gadgets and owners manuals
On earth day I feel good
because I light some candles
Sure I recycle
trying my best
Yet in the end I don't consume any less
Attracted to labels
I like my "Three Leaves" and "Guess"
I have the right lingo
and know how to dress
You'll see me riding my bike
just about every where I go
Five grand of carbon fibre
all part of the show
I expound on the enviroment
so you will know what I know
I talk about gardening but I don't own a hoe
It's all about the illusion
I like the idea of green
drinking ethical coffee at the bean scene
I like the attention
all the conversations
I use inuendo and insinuations
Yet travel on a big
fuel guzzling plane
to fabulous
soon to be spoiled
destinations!
Wham bam
thank you ma’am.
This is a slam
and slam I am.
First and formost
I DON’T like your name.
I live in Pee Dee.
How can I slam someone
who has the name of my home.
Nope, I’ll just have to call you
Dis-strower, because you’re
no destroyer, just a dis thrower.
Actually I think you are a wuss
who just pretends
to go off the deepest of the deep ends,
so deep I get the bends
just from reading your fuss.
If you want to strow some of that stuff
my way I’m here any day.
I’ve got you covered.
Just roll those snake eyes
and I’ll throw them back at you,
Full of hypnosis and lobototosis.
Girlfriend, you’ll think you’re brain dead.
That hurtful dirt you normally spread
will clump up right behind your eyes.
You wont be able to see
any of those trashy words.
You’ll think you have verbal lock jaw.
You’ll be outgunned in the raw,
in a snowstorm of inuendo,
pseudo cyber ju jit su,
combined with verbal ka-ra-tayyyyy.
Come on girl, Charles is here todayyyyy
ready to dance on your playyyy.
savvayyy???
© Jul 16 2010 Charles Henderson for PD’s “slam” contest
Dabble in the pen for a bit
Eventhough you know it is not worth it.
Not for a moment, not for a dash
In through your skull it is a rat-a-tat-tat.
At the end of the lines the end is the start
Lasting in ink dried, immortal from rot.
Interest has been lost
Now the flow has slowed.
Dispense from the wonder, cast off to the unknown
In floods of floundering frustration and feebleness.
Sink no more because the muddy bottom is found.
Grind to the surface there is nothing that can stop it while
Upscale high rise condos pale in comparison
Inuendo and secrecy is the best trick of the goal so
Swallow the pills and see where they take you and
Eventually a balance of dabble will bring the start to the end.
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