Long Fool around Poems
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Mr. Roscoe Schlink was drafted into the army in Bean Blossom, Indiana,
And was sent for basic training at Fort Fumble in the state of Louisiana.
He was given innumerable shots, yelled at a lot and shorn of all his hair,
Taught to salute, do an about face and issued baggy fatigues to wear!
He aspired to be a pilot but sarge said, "No, I need you in the infantry, son!
I'm gonna teach you ever' thing you need to know about shootin' this here gun!"
To the firing range they went, the sarge in a jeep, the corporals in a truck,
But Roscoe and his pals had to march fifteen miles - that was just their luck!
At the firing range they were issued weapons and instruction was begun.
Said sarge, "This here is yer rifle or yer 'piece' - don't you never call it a gun!
Engrave the serial number of yer 'piece' in yer skulls and don't fergit it!
And you'd better keep it as sparklin' clean as you will yer messin' kit!"
They tried to teach him to fire from the sitting, standing and prone position,
And to take careful aim and not fool around wasting precious ammunition!
Roscoe took steady aim and squeezed the trigger as he had been taught.
Bulls-eye! Alas, he hit another feller's target and his score came to naught!
He was sent to the European Theatre where he somehow survived the strife.
Renown for poor aim, his buddies steered clear of him fearing for their life!
But he redeemed himself winning the Silver Star, an honor his pals never got!
He was lauded for capturing two hundred prisoners without firing a shot!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Her hair smells like the south of France,
And that’s a good place to start.
From there, I’m not sure where to go.
She’s aloof and elusive; an enigma
Without a solid frame of reference,
Yet she enchants me with her earthy beauty,
Radiating the sublime sensuality
Of homemade soup on a cold, damp night.
In the daytime, she’s a summer song with no shoes on.
She doesn’t have to make an effort;
She only needs to be herself to get my neck contorted
With the sweep of her grace whenever she walks on by.
And those weekend mornings when we fool around,
She’s the centerfold; I’m the twelve year old.
Love is a series of transactions with feelings attached - like receipts
There’s a couple, a cabana away snogging endlessly.
They seem locked in elemental attraction, getting hot.
I think they’re newlyweds - good on them.
Behind my Polarized sun-glasses, I pretend that I’m not watching. Observed passion can be faintly ridiculous - or not.
I watch the theatrical sea, mostly, but those two are a distraction engine.
Sure, there’s a self-aware cringe to watching them,
but their obvious heat leaves me pleasantly reeling.
The thoughts and feelings they stir are a jealousy, slow building - tidal, and recursive - a returning surf on a scandalously erotic shore. The inescapable debris of attraction - think modern tidal plastic.
They make me want to reach for sensation
by processing my envy into action.
I ordered them some champagne and strawberries
They smiled and waved and we toasted them from afar.
I touched Peter’s shoulder, he was reading a book.
“Let’s go upstairs,” I suggested.
When he looked up and saw my sideways smile,
he grinned, saying, “Ok.”
Intimacy arranged, like emotional Venmo
We scrambled up and I took his hand as we crossed the fiery sand.
It’s a totes private beach, we didn’t even have to take our things.
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Songs for this:
fool around by strongboi
22 Durnham Dew by Benny Sings
All the fake stunts I pulled, you never bought them,
All the cigarettes I rolled, you never smoked them,
I need a light in my life to illuminate all the darkness,
I need a space to breathe, to heal from the pain that weighs on me.
You and I, when we meet, we surpass all expectations, we lose ourselves in infinity,
Taking too much of everything we love, hurting ourselves in the process,
We fool around in the hotel of broken hearts, never tired of searching for each other,
Always ready to start over, again and again, without stopping.
Always found unconscious at the end, caught in this never-ending phase,
But you, you never bought them, never believed in them,
Girl, you never believed in me, in all these stories,
I wonder if I will ever find the truth in my unspoken lies.
We search for a light to guide us, a refuge amidst the chaos,
We long for a place to breathe, to heal from all that has hurt us,
And yet, in this dance of confusion and desire, we lose ourselves,
But maybe, one day, we will find that balance between illusion and reality.
Shadow Play Adult
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Just two shadows on the wall,
I watch as we rise and fall
each movement so divine
we have lost track of time.
Like puppets playing on a string,
we fool around, dance, and sing
two shadows playing past sunset
and still, we have no regret.
Two pair of lips embrace,
we must have a little taste
two bodies meshing into one
forever having playful fun.
We are in abstract poses,
twisting like wild roses
you fill my inner being
my breath has left me fleeting.
I gasp as the shadows fall,
slipping..sliding down the wall
layed adjacent to the floor
the sun rises, and shadows..we are no more.
8/16/14- Jessica Thompson
I Love You For Loving Me.
Are you ready to commit, to just one man?
Are you truly ready, to be my woman?
Are you really ready, to do this love thing?
Or are you still, way too young?
Do you want, to just fool around?
Can you seriously be happy with me,
Even when I’m not there?
I love you, for the way you love me
And you say you love me, for loving you.
I love you, for making me happy;
You still say you love me, even when I feel blue.
I love you, for never cheating on me;
You love me, the way I expect.
Devoted devotion, to me and me only;
Free to look to the future, with no regrets.
You love me, for never needing another;
You’ve made me, this year’s lover.
You’re my true love, there can only be one;
But will I still be as important to you,
In another 12 months?
There can be many lovers, in your lifetime,
But to truly love me,
You must be mine and only mine.
If I am enough for you and you earn my trust,
Then for the rest of our lives,
We can talk about ourselves as us.
(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Form:
before, i have been chasing the future...
true, there is a must & need to prepare..
yet, who knows what tomorrow can bring..
Wisdom and A heart to decide, our gifts from God..
It lies within us...
Within our own very selves..
How our life will be..
How our future will be..
It's wrong to lay it in all to God...
It's wrong to say: He always there..
It's wrong to depend it all to Him..
why o why????
Cause it us who is living..
It is our duty as humans to go striving..
It is in us to not never give up..
Instead to pursue believing...
Doing progressive productive actions..
not to sit and fool around...
not to be lazy and to be as like parasites..
nor be like also gold - diggers...
It is our cumulative deeds that will lead us..
It is by our most definite specific decisions...
It is by our first step and the risks..
above all of these efforts and foregoing acts..
God will see; God will do His way..
He will touch whatever is in us...
In His God's grace and time, He will make all fit...
BY: olive_eloi
sept. 14, 2013
12:23am
We look at this world from our hiding place,
Through a mist of ignorance and prejudiced gaze,
From a tiny little hole with a tiny little piece,
We interpret the whole blooming space!
Intellect is locked and we have thrown away key,
Our God given gift, the eyes cannot see,
We have created blindness through beliefs,
And our conscience is sold to social thieves!
Do not turn holy pages and utter holy words,
If hearts and minds lodge knives and swords,
Much kindness is achieved with a blade of grass,
If good benevolence your thoughts encompass!
So let’s not fool around with religious gimmicks,
With colours, beards, hats or candle sticks,
For he who created you in the purity of his self,
Was to respect and worship creation itself!
This is the story of who I am
I give all I can and then some.
I, a bee, will sting if you wrong
If nice, an help mate I will be.
Many are the roads to one’s heart
The main road, truthfulness, is a very good start."
You will get caught if you fool around
You are unfaithful you're out the door.
They say Tom's drunk but Tom’s no fool
I don’t drink no more so I am super wise
I, the carpenter’s tool you use
despise liars, and heart users I hate.
I am me…super special me
A carbon copy I am not
So here I am, a pure clean heart,
True love to give, only to him that’s worthy.
Written on Sept. 8 2012
For Catie's Contest: Metaphorically Speaking
Listen, Listen, Listen -
Open up your eyes and ears
See the starlight, watch it, feel it as it
Glistens, Glistens, Glistens -
Reflecting coldly off the teeth between the gears.
Run, Run, Run -
Come and see what's going down
Watch the people, hear 'em, fear 'em with their
Guns, Guns, Guns -
No time left for us to fool around.
These things we're doing can't be right
These deeds done in the dark of night
We'd better stop to answer all the calls
From the Other Side, stop writing on their walls.
Look, Look, Look -
Read the things we're posting up there
Know the meanings, seek 'em, find 'em in those
Books, Books, Books -
That is, if you really care.
Getting, Getting, Getting
Ask yourself what you really want
Taste the bitter, weigh it, say it while you're
Fretting, Fretting, Fretting
Over all the things of which you're not so sure.
These things we're doing can't be right
These deeds committed, dark of night
We'd better stop and answer all the calls
From the Other Side; stop writing on their walls.
These things we're saying can't be true
These things we're writing can't be what we want to do
We'd better stop and listen to the calls
From the people on the Other Side, and read the writing on the walls.