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I sit next to her
Dreaming my boyhood fantasies
The side of my hand touches her thigh
Wishing I could reach between her legs
Push my fingers into her softness
Feel the dampness of her need
Hear that wanting sigh
Her calling out
"ohhhhh, you're my guy
push deeper
I want to fly"
I look down her top
see the delicate curve of her breast
imagine what it would be like
to see her undressed
Within my minds eye
every part of her caressed
Me her master
In control
Her desiring me to fill each hole
together intertwined on the floor we role
I dive deep
like a submarine
As I push forward she grinds and leans
Me taking her places she's never been
From my mouth a gurgled sigh
Wetness creates a dark stain near my fly
She turns towards me
my throat goes dry
I silently pray
"please don't look at my pants."
If she sees it
I won't have a chance
She smiles a knowing smile and says
"Don't worry young man,
it's time for him to come out and play!"
Charlotte's Scorchers Contest
Written November 18th, 2013
On a dusky evening long time ago,
When shadows huddled at every corner,
When rain had gone and birds had roosted,
You held me close and whispered in my ear;
“In your eyes I see, the blue of the sky,
In your soul, you hold the depth of the seas,
Love swells, like tides on rise,
My life, I vow, by Jove, never to part”
Your voice, like a tremulous rivulet gurgled,
We stood staring at each other in a warm embrace.
With passion sweet, your eyes glowed.
Like a blue lagoon, they were deep and peaceful.
On your dimpled cheek, a kiss I planted,
A gesture warm with abiding love.
Crisscross lain as warp and weft,
We hoped to weave the garb of life.
Words and deeds that served as balm to the soul!
Still, they repeat, gushing a flurry of thoughts,
But alas! To a far unknown land you fled,
‘From whose bourn, no traveler returns’,
My life has moldered and mildew grown,
Where my Love! Whither have you gone?
Who bid you slink into death’s secret hide?
Why left me to languish in a world of shadows?
Seasons roll and years glide,
Youth has withered and memory fails,
Now I wander through a dim shadowy world.
I feel so trapped and lonely, as twilight grips.
Like embers flickering low, yet stocked by the breath of fire,
I hope, we shall meet one day at the Golden gate,
Where no shadows shall lurk and time shall stay eternal
And silence sparks the language, the ears want to hear.
_______ _____________ _______
When rain is gone and sky gets clear,
When night turns deeper and silence creeps,
I transverse back to that dusky eve,
To retrieve those moments, I sadly cherish!
I'm sure the creature fell from outer space;
I found a crater with its capsule in -
it crawled towards me then, devoid of kin,
with tentacles and multi-coloured face.
I shouted, 'Welcome to the human race'
and thought the waving movements of its limbs
responded to my idea: singing hymns.
I sang in tenor, baritone and bass,
and said, 'Perhaps you'd like to join my choir?'
It seemed to think, but then it gurgled, 'No',
and spinning round and round, it flew.
The capsule revving up appeared on fire -
my alien was surely set to go,
and off it went with smoke and sparks of blue...
written 21st October for Brian's contest
That Salad Went Right Through Me
I've always wanted to write a poem called
“That Salad Went Right Through Me”.
And I would wager upon its best destiny:
To begin with, there is the Universal Theme--
For who has not gurgled around a conference table
at half past the last radish scrap?
Who, once stalled, has not
persistently punched the flusher
to muffle the borborygmus din?
But on a loftier note, I prefer
to think of my paean emblazoned
in the annals of first line indexes,
where, as one wanders lonely as a cloud
over dactyls and tropes,
“That salad went right through me”
trots right off the page
demanding a fervid flip to its leaf.
And future discourse plied at workshops,
and other such rarefied privies of poesy
might thusly include:
"Did you write a poem for the class today?"
Yes...“That Salad Went Right Through Me”
"Well then, you should consider the cheesecake."
This is the Ballad of Sandcastle Jane
Who went to the seaside in the pouring rain
Where she built sandcastles on the seashore
At first there was one, then there were more.
Then, far away she espied Seashore Bill
A renowned mud larker of considerable skill
Bill and Jane had crossed buckets before
On a distant un-named and rainy seashore,
Now Jane was busy on the rain dampened sand
Making a castle with spade and bucket in hand
When up came Bill, a frown on his face,
“You cannot build here, there’s finds in this place.”
Bill swept his metal detector over the strand
Excavating the moats Jane for her castles had planned
“Stop that!”, Jane cried as Bill sounded the ground
Picking up possible treasure he’d found.
They fought bucket and spade for their sandy domain
Amid the wind and the tide and the down pouring rain
Until Jane dug a hole under Bill’s feet,
Her victory now was nearly complete.
As Bill gurgled his last as he sank in the sand
Jane repented and grasped Seashore Bill by the hand
She struggled to lift the considerable weight
Up came Bill and Pieces of Eight
Now Bill and Jane are happily wed
With Dubloons and Silver stashed under their bed
Jane and Bill never went to the seashore again
So ends the Ballad of Sandcastle Jane.
POETS
Desert dust before the rain hampered our walk
on the Oregon floor
boards creaked with late afternoon lore
Dry gin in a glass waiting
it wanted to bubble like champagne
but there was nothing to babble about
A rake for an unworked farm
listened for fractals
Tesla said he was not available
today
Ears with a mop of white hair
detective with his magnifying glass
he thought of making love to a
young African maiden
she came for the cheese and drinks
not the poetry
he changed his mind
in case she wanted his property too
A thick skinned peach arrives
nourishing seed
sugar salt and cinnamon sticks
she was not about to offer anybody lifts
To hell with this poetry thing
I want to be rich oozed from her brain stem
Wooden baton
rich gravied marrow
gurgled a verse through throttled container
One-eyed pond
there were mosquitoes to be uncovered
or a tadpole or two
Maybe
the mud was sufficiently thin
Such strange creatures, these poets
Gingerbread woman
hot from the oven
offering the sanctity of materiality
she appeased our hunger
with a jaunty hat
What do I think, the ego asked the ego
No thoughts arrived
What do you think, the ego asked Soul
I do not think
I feel oceanic passion
as the rain mutes the dust
beneath the poets’ feet
©GhairoDanielsPoetry2017
I rose early for a change,
these days I am not subject to the madness on the highway range.
Today though I had many assigned to do tasks
and hurried to start the car as others passed.
There in that moment of anticipation
the car expressed gurgled intense hesitation
and all the lights came on in a flicker of warnings
this was not a great start to my morning.
There I stood outside the door
frustrated and discouraged with the chore
and you pulled in the driveway just behind me
with a cup of coffee and the mechanical know how tree.
You jiggled this and tweaked that
knowing just where everything was at.
Then as quickly as the rising dawn
I was on my way and you were gone.
Thank you, friend, you forgot your coffee.
Donkey
Pin back your ears
Settle down for the ride
And you'll find a warm feeling
Somewhere way deep inside..
Here is a story
That has often been told
It's full of excitement
and never gets old
It starts with a journey
You've heard it before..
There's Joseph, Mary and baby
And donkey makes four.
They travelled from far
To Bethlehem's Inn
Where a bed for the night..
..well it wasn't a thing
So the Inn Keeper showed them
A place round the side
With a shed and some straw
And a manger to hide
And here at the stable
As all gather around
The new baby gurgled
a heavenly sound
And the star of the show?
Not the one high above
It's this baby right here
The one swaddled in love
So here is the thing
As our story unfolds..
The star in the sky
Sends a message so bold...
Like a beacon to signal
To nations and races
That this King has been born
To put smiles on our faces
"I'm here for this child
so all people can see
There's a star up in heaven
So much brighter than me."
So to ears that can hear
And to eyes that can see..
A message of joy
Tells of all that can be..
But one creature here
Knowing more than the rest..
Having carried the baby
Having passed every test
Knowingly munches
By the crib filled with hay
That this baby will save us
From bad things one day
He knows that this child..
Is far more than enough.
The reason we celebrate
All this Christmassy stuff
The greatest of gifts
With the lowliest start
For the baby is coming
To reclaim your heart
So pin back your ears
Settle down for the ride
And try not to deny
That warm feeling inside..
@jinjagoliath
December 18th 2021
@jenna.mckell.creates
Image: With the Animals
me and my friend in a bar,
with whiskey as referee!
debating the true answer,
to chicken and egg theory!
with slow slurred speech I said
look here my friend,”chicken first,
she grew and cockerel wed,
then came egg, you know the rest!”
he gurgled a laugh and shook,
“imagine the work involved,
feathers, beak, two eyes to look,
egg is easy! problem solved!”
Chef was amused at our plight,
he said “ one free of that came first!”
we quickly agreed I was right,
won free piece of chicken breast!!
Honourable mention
Written 19/10/2021
Difference in Opinion contest
Shreya LN sponsored
7 to 8 syllables each line
Our little family was together
.......for now
Daddy was asleep on the couch
and I was here sharing your bed
in your little student flat
tomorrow our togetherness would unravel
We'd be forced to travel
leaving you behind
in this enchanting Hungarian city
to make your dream come true
you'd be a physiotherapy guru
one day
As I struggled with the heaviness in my heart,
a heaviness I knew
you would come to know
when the fullness of motherhood you'd show,
you turned to me and gurgled a laugh
the unfettered kind
that only comes in dreamland
I gazed at your face in wonder
then it came to me again
another girlish giggle
and just as quickly...it was gone
for your dream carried you
and I was left holding on
desperately wanting this moment to last
I let out a sigh
Looking out of your window
up at the Hungarian sky
my eyes focused on a star
as my heart breathed a wish
that your laugh would come as readily
in your wakeful hours
as it did in your dream
that you'd always be cognizant
how blessed you are
My life, my star
I closed my eyes
as I felt the burden slowly shift from my heart
though separation would come in the morning
nothing could steal the memory of that sound
that magical dulcet chime
of my daughter in her prime
blooming with love
for her true mother...
LIFE!
Yes, my sleeping angel
though goodbyes will be said
I know that everything...
Yes, everything
will be alright
for I heard you laugh
in your dreams tonight
Eileen Manassian Ghali