Joystick Poems

Joy Stickler

White sand, aqua blue Speedo
Umbrella drinks by the pool
Bikinis taunt my libido 
What a fool, I'm covered in drool

Then, Beach Patrol spied my spit-slick
Flowing from rented umbrella 
They handcuffed me to my joystick
But, I'm still one lucky fella

Wings Across the Cosmos

   Hurtling through the universe
     wings across the cosmos
   Maneuvering midst galaxies
     his body a joystick

   Experiencing a heady freedom
     like no man before him ... 
   What did he lack ~
     Why return to a broken home

Reflective Step

As I look in the mirror I'm at a crossroads with my reflection, for I'm seeing the mask and feeling  the reason for  it. Dense were the movements and  actions  that made me regress to the past  for I'm wondering and even praying more that the feelings of this life last , for I'm in deeper than I have ever been. I had to lose a life to gain a life, and wondering if it's possible to live to see my future, For  the first  time...or am I envisioning the final moves, not petrified...But am I ready to die for  family ,beliefs, and the new epiphany of my redemption for I ask the lord my calling and am accepting my role in conscience reality. Opening my mind to free , feeling enslaved ,for  the outside world to eyes wide shut I'm a regular man and I know I am thorough. But is what I walked into an unweaveable web, that I can't figure out whose the player or I'm being the joystick in my own surrender in a surmised serenity?.

Quiet

Laughing inside I wiped my 
Coffee rimmed lips
With my shirt sleeve
A cat drunk on cream
Finally at peace.
We all know
Days like these

Nothing matters
When nothing makes
Sense anymore
Questions don't always have 
Answers. Sometimes we 
Are faced with answers 
We don't have questions for.

And then. You give up hogging
The control panels and let 
Light touches on the joystick
Keep yourself from crashing
A little bit of free fall
Does wonders for the soul
Killing terror with terror.
Oh the safety net
If it exists
Is only our own minds
Bouncing back flexible
Trampoline. 
The springy ground under
Our worn out soles.

So lick up the surreptitious cream
Upon the lips of life
Dream on
And share the dream
Laugh with pain
And pen the hurt
Till the quill is a surreal
Tool
And prophesies on its own,
Frenzied beautiful and  devilish
Bold.
© Amrita Valan 2020

Joystick

this is going to be hairy
the landing strip is cut

short

Sassy Sonnet

peppy porcelain puppy poops on the floor
  wacky winged walrus whizzes on the door
enigmatic eonian elephant espies some bamboo
  clever castrated cormorant shrieks yahoo

brassiere-busting bonobo barfs on the table
  maniacal mystic monkey freaks on cable
sly sonambulent sloth bear slumbers in his cave
  natty naughty nutty newt nests in a wave

dizzy ditzy doormouse dances with a broomstick
  tawdry turgid tiger toys with his joystick
rugged recondite raccoon races up rut-marred roads
  finicky febrile frog farts on frightened toads

this sonnet celebrates sassiness midst sundry incantations
  ~ surrenders to insanity and scoffs at punctuation

Machinating the Manger Scene

I dreamed once a future
with Mary and her long claws
suspended from a dragon body
captive and held by force field
hidden beneath a big cowled robe
saddened by a stainless steel trough
and a baby tended by robots.
Joesph busily scanned nametags
from angels misting purifiers.
The drummer boy stood by self-playing
digital drum and keyboard
while field hands guided home cattle
with drones directed by a joystick.
The tri-satellite video capture
appeared simultaneously 
on all earthling implants
and all tipped with a click and smile
but when the three kings zoomed in
from Mars on hovercraft, 
everyone reposted. Alas,
it was all an eggnog induced
hallucination cured by my analyst
mind wipe. Merry Christmas Techies.

11/24/2018

Sexy

My neighbour her name is Matilda
She used to step out with a builder
She loved the exotic, but became quite neurotic
When his lovemaking no longer thrilled her

Her plumbing was starting to go on the blink
And her toilet was leaking and so was her sink
She needed a man and she needed him quick
But her builder had fallen and cracked his joystick

Her cistern now broken, she needed the loo
So called out a plumber called Malcolm, she knew
He arrived with his tools and his six pack too
Her fantasy answered her dreams had come true

She succumbed to his charms and fell into his arms
Tattooed and muscular he was all she could wish for 
But whilst they were frolicking her builder returned
As he gave her a rollicking, showing Malcolm the door

But Matilda and Malcolm were besotted 
Malcolm’s spanner in hand, her builder she swatted 
Now her love life’s exotic she’s no longer neurotic
Malcolm’s full of surprises in all shapes and sizes
Surprising Matilda each time his spanner rises


19th November 2018
Competition: Make me actually LOL
Sponsor: Nina Parmenter

Contest Strand Choice N
Sponsor Brian Strand

My Bad

You failed to take your Drone Control Command Kit
as you hurried  off at dawn for work this early morn.

Unmindful, I mistook it for a fancy Xbox game contraption,
so commenced a match of Shock and Awe to while away the time
and with the joystick, hot and pulsing, quickly opened fire
at some evil  bad-guy villains lurking down below
(nearby, a bus with random kids
confused, in fear and hiding).
 
Left quite a bit of childish crimson carnage flowing
on congested streets inside a city storming 
somewhere…
thank goodness, very far away from here.

Please forgive me, for I think it was 
your very last remaining 
smart-precision missile…
yes, that pretty one you’d kept so long,
and meant to use some day to sanctify
a humble wedding-day reception…
but as you know I've always had a hang
for children's senseless macho playthings.

Jet Skis

Zoom it, baby ... 
glide nice and easy right on in
Spray it baby ... 
sweat splash me again 
Do it now!
Cool the fire burning my suntan skin
Ignite your V-8 bipedal engine again;
get it kick started, good hot revving
Make me feel the heat rising within
Now move, baby move — 
let fast and furious momentum take over 
the idyllic island mood
Get the passion swaying
with a coral undercurrent groove
Put the love skis on the wave crest;
with the heave of the heart ...
ride, baby, ride 
Jet slide astride the treasure chest
Surf the erotic surge,
release the pressure of the pleasure purge
Boom it, baby ... 
pull the joystick into full throttle
Spray the juice, baby ... 
empty the smoking fuel bottle
Exhaustion is pure ecstasy
Take the jet skis
on a wondrous wind dolphin flight in mid-air
At the height of the climatic release,
hydroplane power down
into the resting harbor star of my bosom lair

Thrill Ride

Love unexpectedly came,
pulled up and swung open the door
Took me on a thrill ride,
and I'm loving every moment of it
Passion autobahn,
no speed dating restrictions
Scenic route of the heart landscape,
shifting gears with the love joystick
It's a thrill ride,
such a rapid romantic ride
What a rush ... wind sweeping the hair
Hugging the curves,
throwing all caution up in the air
Don't mind the occasional speed bump:
those slick-paved spirited debates,
disagreements that test the limit of our patience
I love the coming together part,
as we enter the tunnel of love ...
whooshing in the dark
What a thrill ride,
I'm having the time of my life
Now we're moving slow,
got the motor set on cruise control
Your eyes are telling me
where you want my hands to go
Revved up kisses taste like
chocolate sundaes at the drive-in show
Don't pump the brakes
on this thrill ride
Hug me closer at the bend
Lets take this lover's highway
further than we could ever go as friends

Way Out Boy

Superman
Super bat
Batman’s on the run
Batman’ gay
Gay today
Gay’s the other way
Way to go
Way out boy
Boy Wonder has to know
Boy to girl
Girl to boy
Girl is daddy’s joy
Joyful noise
Joystick toys
Toys with your emotions
Toys for grown ups
Ups and down
Ups the elevation
Elevation higher up
Elevation’s high
High old time
High as I might
Might I touch your thigh
Might I touch you please
Pleased to meet you
Please dear lady
Lady do you think we might
Lady if we could but dither
Dither through the night    29
Dither not no
No we must
No we must not tarry
Tarry not  t’would be our loss
Tarry no more tonight
Tonight we must venture forth
Tonight who knows we might
Might we just
Might one more time
Time to love
Time to lust
Lust is not all bad  41
Lust for good
Good for all
Good for good this time 44
Time to make up 
Time to love
Love to love again 47
Again we go back
Back
Again

Nirvana - Bawdy Contest

there was a young man from Havana
whose joystick was like a banana
every girl wants to feel
when they did it would squeal
kiss me quick we will reach Nirvana*


*state of blissful repose


Penned 5th May 2014

Tuning My Thoughts

"TUNING MY THOUGHTS"

Oh my Almighty!
Days passed so hasty,
Life is now withered & wild,
Please turn me back into a child.

If I really get such chance,
I would roll on,jump & dance.
Receiving this boon as a gain,
I wish to pamper my childhood again.

On the large crystalling heap of sand,
I build a castle with my little hand.
With the multi-colored china clay,
I make the toys & love to play.

On a pleasant,chill & breezy evening,
When the clouds burst out & start showering,
Enfolding the paper into a l'le boat,
I rush into the rain & let it float.

I enjoy the flavour of lollipop,
By smacking it from bottom to top.
I wish to fill all my pockets,
With large varieties of yummy chocolates.

My thumbs dance on the buttons of joystick,
To play the games merely fantastic.
Passing the minutes with frolic & fun,
Leaving my homeworks absolutely undone.

Iam now no more a kid,
To act & play as they did.
If I wish to be childish & noisy,
People yell that Iam gone crazy.

Twinkle Twinkle little star,
Every kid is a "sizzling star".
Iam left out with no more phrase,
To garnish the beauty of childhood days.

Daver Austin

.                                              A wanna be Limerick


Limerick ride needing no joystick.
Daver your comments get me homesick.
Wishing I was with my homeboys in Boston!
Lace Maryjane, a condition you gave me, Mr.Austin!
Hope my riddles never get you brainsick.


.                                             A wanna be Haiku

.                                               Contract on P.D.
.                                        Go get a hold of Don__?___
.                                             GOOD spirit DAVER



I also confiscated an old antique or two.
Unique skills found in their retired war shoes.
(awe you where in my poetry police #1)
From: P.D.
Dedicated to:Daver Austin

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