Long Fetches Poems
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I was there when love became you.
It spread across your eyes and smile,
left a breathless caressing hue
and whisper of softest beguile.
Aching for your gentle embrace,
yearning for the pulsing heartbeat
that your touch fetches with its trace
skimming my skin in burning heat.
I succumb to your calm shadow
arching with fresh unbound pleasure.
Growing fury of ebb and flow,
recurring sensual treasure.
You raise my heated eagerness
with sweet, sultry, seductive eyes.
My breath, catching in meagerness,
ceding in dramatic surprise.
I arise with feverish flush
designing a rhythmic motion
to entice, encourage first gush
in raw unrestrained emotion.
Ah, my love, will you stay with me
forever and further behoove?
We shall grow in greater degree,
you and I, without vain reprove.
My love, my skillful seducer.
In life, I dedicate my all.
You have become my producer.
In death, I'll hear your lustful call.
Your salacious murmurs teasing
torrid desire in me anew.
Your voice passionately pleasing.
I was there when love became you.
Inside an archaic framework
she fetches a pail from the fields,
the bucket on her hip is full of
broken eagles.
Wind turbines churn in the distance.
He takes the mangled birds
plucks them,
puts their heads on poles
loads them onto a flatbed.
His dour darling fixes fixings
with a rusting air-fryer;
plaits her hair with chicken wire.
Drones mourn like doves in the evening.
Rattling pods spread
their dry seeds over abandoned crops.
Bald feathers flap on
a black-booted scarecrow.
A morbid factotum arrives
deposits clods of earth
from out the back of
of a fly-specked hearse.
Horse heads turn
on a squeaking wind vane.
Inside a slow burning barn
Unstrung fiddles lay at rest
in their open coffins.
Some other people’s dogs bite, snarl and snap like turtles on speed.
Our young puppy Beau dances, twirls, and bites his tail as if he’s on weed.
The other dog, Buddy, is a gentle giant, over a hundred pounds of love.
He was sent to us via a dumping, from angels who live well above.
It is no accident that God and Dog have the same three letters.
Beau, our deranged puppy is one of those romantic go-getters.
Being a retriever, he fetches everything – leaves, sticks, or a ball.
We are such dog people, we have four dog beds lying in our hall.
They might want to drink water, so we have six gray water bowls.
Buddy sits calmly while Beau digs enormous muddy burying holes.
They have personalities that keep us excited, they fill us with joy.
They want to eat our slippers and remotes, ignoring every dog toy.
Esoteric Duessa rips her broomstick from tree root
Xero terra spread in cyclonic swirls, left arid
Clay gape cracked lips scream during harsh removal
Lorn as she controls currents, her craft lucid
Ululant laugh triumphant escapes staid expectation
Defiance flies aboard dead flora, north star
Enchanted coasting atop shooting illume invocation
Dark side moon broom skis fire crackle spark
Zoom of metamorphosis fetches witch her apparition
Odyssey orbit drifts brisk bristles past disparity
Notion to override makeshift matrix inflate vast vision
Eradicate terror in soaring spellbound clarity
Twenty sixth January
Thaumaturge insanity
The Psyche aye seeks an end to sling
Its filaments wide across and all around ,
To ensnare it's weird, stray prey with a fling
And there comes the ominous web, ill- bound
To stay back and grab the first victim found ;
From out of the depth of the benumbed torpor
The creeping, coiling ,ruffling ,volatile thought ,
Ever entangled in plots beneath the stupor ,
Sneaks, to find it's clumsy, uneasy way out
Seeking some flaw or fissure along the coffer .
Despite the reach and the cold vicious win
The prize fetches not the full upright feel ;
No ransack nor test for the wrong or sin ,
As success above all ,reckons a good deal
And the wildness belches over the raw meal ;
The goal reached, only incites a new hover
As the impulsive sensors grab at one and all ;
While a little morsel, a small patch ,and cover
Suffice, needless is the trade so selfishly tall
That transacts the mode of contented survival.
Death ,destruction and fall haunt fear greater ;
Desire and greed dwell in selfish pleasure ;
Thirst needs only a satiable gulp of water ;
Pelf and riches, beyond being some treasure
Cannot buy real relief or intent in any measure ;
All wild pursuits, mere Quixotic , end in vain ;
Glamour and virtual success go sans form ,
Brittle trophies and awesome ravages disdain ;
One stands not even at where one began, forlorn
As the very ground beneath the feet is torn .
The river holds this night with its myriad stars,
it reflects a rippling cosmos above and below.
More than this, as I look deeper,
I sense a bygone starlight,
as if all that ever was floats as a dream
and all that is now and will be
belongs to its movement
as it meanders into tomorrow.
There is an ancient glow on the water tonight
the long drowned row upon it as spirit lights,
time travelling moments float upon its surface.
and as I gaze mesmerized
I also become one with this rivering.
The river moves beneath the shadow of Kentucky
where a glistening moon fetches up on tangling reeds.
Ohio river, you are a flood
of all that has gone, and all that is to come!
The stars look up from your furthermost depths.
to gleam in every watching eye.
A wiggly holiday bundle of energy
Snickers, my pup, wears a Rudolf outfit for fun--
Annoyed with long antlers,
she grinds around
ripping an outlandish costume,
then fiercely bobbing her tail;
while kids stick red bells along a furred neck:
Our dachshund yelps
and fumbles on stacked presents,
as the camera rolls --- a keepsake of eve’s laughter…
But weenie goes hysterical from the raucous
causing mayhem under the ornate lights—
A zoom, a wham,
Snickers digs into wrapped tokens
unraveling boxes,
oh now tarnished from her hunt—
Till slashing that itchy reindeer crotch,
dear doggie fetches an opened gift—
a costly vase to fill up her pee!
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12/28/2018
Christmas Pets - Writing Challenge December 2018
Sponsor: Dear Heart
The twins will soon be here,
And Harvey will have two more cousins,
That much is clear,
But what will they make of Harvey,
When he comes to welcome them at their new home.
Will they think he is big or small,
Will they think he is happy or sad.
Will they think it funny when he holds his nose and says stinky poos.
Will they giggle at the faces he pulls,
or when he pretends to be cross.
Will they like it when he sings to them so sweetly,
Will they like it when he whispers ever so quietly so as not to hurt their ears,
Will they like it when he tickles their tummy,
Will they like it when he gives them toys, he had as a baby,
Will they like it when he plays peek-a-boo with them,
Will they like it when Auntie lets him hold them in his lap,
Will they like it when he gives them his best smile,
Will they like it when he fetches things they need,
so, Auntie does not have to get up.
Will they like it when Harvey gets to hold their bottle when they drink.
Will they like it when he asks Auntie and Uncle about how to keep them safe.
Will they like it when he teaches them to catch a ball, when they are older.
Will they like to hear the stories he tells, to grandad.
They will, they will, they will,
Just like Harvey liked those, who did all those things for him when,
He was a baby,
And he did for his other cousins.
But will the twins like it when Harvey goes home,
Probably not.
Yet Harvey is only five and needs to sleep, and go to school,
Play with grandad.
And I am sure they will be happy to see him come back.
As they recognize his kind face,
And the sound of his sweet voice.
Pretty in pink - potent petals of peace,
Countenance shines with shekina of Christ.
Sure future fetches hope and joy release.
His suffering and death more than sufficed.
His resurrection points to potent life.
Countenance shines with shekina of Christ.
Rainbow! See parting sea! And afterlife!
Mercy! O grace! What a wonderful thing.
His resurrection points to potent life.
O smiles watch out for everlasting Spring.
The sunflowers touch light without the sweat.
Mercy! O grace! What a wonderful thing.
What love for us - with pain, he paid the debt.
Open your eyes - no more sorrow or death.
The sunflowers touch light without the sweat.
The God lights up heaven, gifts reborn breath.
Pretty in pink - potent petals of peace.
Open your eyes - no more sorrow or death.
Sure future fetches hope and joy release.
4/17/2023
Contest: Inklings
Sponsor: Regina McIntosh
If what life fetches me is fate’s domain,
How I meet it, the matter of free will,
Let me compare then Karmic Law with rain--
Rain that pours all where with impartial keel,
Nourishing seeds that to their stature grow,
And human dreams so flourish-- seeds as sown,
Weeds we pluck out and grass-grown jungle mow,
A fragrant crop, fruits of labour to own.
Errant rage rivers, we rein in the same
And an arid land by power-of-will smiles,
Forward moves a car, lateral we tame
By steering to move ahead for long miles:
Fuel fosters a forward dash-- destiny,
How power-of-will steers is no less eerie.
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Sonnet | 18.10.2025 | destiny, fate, free will