Long Headboard Poems
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-Come in! the landlady ordered me
From the apartment building
In the Habsburg Quarter, Madrid.
It's a shame to waste
That magnificent ******** of yours.
-No rush, I replied.
I'm going to be your horse
And you my mare.
I went in, I saw her lying on a bed
Naked and with her ass raised
On a cushion made of books
All about erotic literature.
I was a little scared
When I saw her Mount of Venus all covered
In yellow and white
Because she had just been ed
By a street sweeper from the Plaza Mayor.
I ejaculated on the threshold of her
And then I started to urinate
On her lips
So I could discover her ******** and slit.
-Don't bother, I told her
When she tried to grab a sponge
From a bucket of water
That was next to the headboard.
-I'll do this!
I thoroughly cleaned her
From which I saw sperm emerge
Running invitingly
Towards her anus and the crest of her mons pubis.
Once it was well cleaned
Of tartar and dried buds
Of used es and testicles
I opened her slit putting my whole mouth inside
All the way to the roof of the mouth
Of her .
-Oh! To eat all of her mons pubis
Hair and all
Without any qualms
It was my true passion.
What I wanted most!"
-I'm going to have your for a snack now
I told her.
-You're the one having snacks
You son of a , she replied.
With her l fluids
My catarrhal sputum mingled with hers
And with my long tongue
I made her Fallopian tubes ring
Because I heard a moan inside
That made her stick out her tongue.
-hy don't you take me with you? she asked.
Was your snack sweet?
Will you come back?
I answered her sulkily:
-It wasn't sweet. It was ing !
Sister Filomena's ******** was sweeter
When, while at the Seminary
I enjoyed her in the kitchen
With her and for her
Until I realized
That it wasn't made of flesh but of plastic
Bought from a street vendor
On Desengaño Street
Beside Gran Vía.
I thought it might all be in my head. The buzzing at night. The incessant buzzing sound. It was as if bees had settled in my headboard. Was it between my ears. No one talks of such things until one did and then I found out many, many people were hearing the sound. A neighbor posted and asked. Many said they have heard it for years. Plausible explanations - the wind, transformers, aliens, drones, trucks on the highway, angel’s waxing trumpets. Some say they have heard it in other states too. My eyes finally close every night after they blink and check. No monsters under the bed, scratching at the window pane, only a sound that you're afraid, when it is yours alone, that your insane. If I am, then so are they. Answer me, have you ever heard this sound as you settle in for the night and wondered like me. What did you think?!
1/9/2021
A man of faith waits his turn
to propel to the luxuries of heaven.
Last night he slept alone
with rosaries hung upon his headboard.
A recent convert to the Catholic faith.
Exposed to God through steel bars.
He sleeps in peace, repentant and calm.
A family restless blasts the heavens
awaiting retribution for a brutal sin.
A family sleeps in a home
with an empty bed, in an empty room.
A daughter, a sister waits in heaven.
I repent, therefore, I am free
To live forever in luxury
Heaven awaits for me to come
God is thy Father, and I his Son
He took my child forever away
And here on earth, tormented I stay
I pray for her, and I pray to cope.
Faith in God, I remain to hope
"Thoughts of a Sexual Nature"
Vivid thoughts of you,
in your birthday suit.
Sprawled on my living room floor,
anxiously you wait
for what you came here for.
Long toned legs,
a rippled mid-section.
I want to hear you beg,
you caused this ********.
Incense burn!!
Sex on the Beach
heightens the mood.
I allude,
to a massage.
A mental mirage,
a dream.
Vivid thoughts accrue,
as I knead your birthday suit.
skin like a rare passion fruit,
and I'm working for your nectar.
You're my aperitif,
and I have a sweet tooth
for your vermouth.
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Strumming your neck,
my tongue is the pick.
Hearing you moan lightly, "Oh your so thick."
So eager was the lass,
for me to.... hose down her fire.
You see, the blaze I intensified.
I knew her desires.
Slow down I pleaded,
hasten your pace!
We have all night baby,
and first base is my face.
I had overdosed on her Vermouth.
She poured without a care!
Enveloped in lusts rapture,
it was, to soon to conclude.
Ambiance is important, so I'll set the mood.
Red lights, mirrored headboard
& playing softly in the background,
a love songs
interlude!!!
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Soft moist lips lick you're ear
whispering words of delight
pursuing my plight for your might,
my tongue rolls down your neck
peck on peck,
as my goal unfolds
kissing chest nipples
your dimples of gold
tanned bronze like a god,
excitement,
ecstasy
extension to explode,
the ride enhances as liftoff begins
tastier than sins,
searing flesh on flesh emotions
enmesh juices of love in thrombosis,
in oceanic osmosis,
as we fall...
spent ...
content ...
in orgasmic opulence.....
"This is a collaboration written by three different poets... Starting with Me...
Samuel Brooks has the middle section, and Linda Marie Bariana concludes...
This turned out well and I am sure all of you will agree..
Jared Pickett---Asavvy1
Samuel Brooks----ChocolateWoW-------------------------1/27/2010
Linda Marie Bariana------Sweetheart
With bloodshot eyes and a pounding head
Lastnights regret's still in my bed
I put a new notch on my headboard...again
The smell of coffee, is my alarm clock
I'm living hard, but I can't stop
I need a break, from the man, that I've become
Please help me Jesus, where did I go wrong
You built the path, but I veered right off
I'm finding comfort, in the vices of this life
I have a daughter, I have a son, I had a wife, but now she's gone
I'm stuck in memories, of the man that I once was
I carry pain, I carry burden, my poor soul it is a hurtin
Please Lord Jesus, can you help me through this day
If I run to you, can you set me straight
I'll make a promise, that I'll try to keep
Please Lord Jesus, have faith in me
I can't do sober, all by myself
With temptation, lying on the shelf
The only proof, I have to share, is colored gold, and sitting there
Please Lord Jesus, help me make it through this day....
I've shed a tear, you've seen me cry
I'm living lonely, and I know why
Please Lord Jesus, could you let me hold your hand
Please Lord Jesus, I'm a just a shadow of a man
Please Lord Jesus, help free me from my sins.......
Cat
looks to you for a steady feed
the occasional scratch
vague companionship
nothing more-nothing less.
You're not his friend, you're his pet.
The times you're at your pinnacle
are the times he's somewhat less...
When you're deep into your blueness,
he becomes quite oblivious.
Cat
marks territory on your cherry wood headboard
leaves masterpieces in the litter box
doesn't care about your plush carpet
or that he's busted your heart
Cat
holds grudges because of:
the castration
the declawing
the confinement
the prisoner's mash...
Out in the hard world of the vagabond
you've made cat
the heavy
underdog
— — — — — —
The dragon’s kitchen, ancient spices full
I choose food, you teaching me.
Without notice, your touch slides down my back.
Delicate, barely a touch — more your fingers verse.
Which says — honey, I’m hungry for your lips.
In the calm of the day on the castle wall
The golden dragon landed
This image is your true nature.
*
Under the snowy mountains,
who takes and gives lives by a marvelous nature of her own.
Made of eternal oak wood and volcanic stone.
I was created for you — to your liking.
To be your water cradle.
My chest to be your headboard.
*
You were made for me.
From the gentle birch
and elegant cherry.
In a silver cradle surrounded by flowers.
And with the dragon’s heart to be my soul guardian.
*
Our nest in the stone chamber.
Drums of fire from underground.
Passion music carries our bodies.
I fly with a dragon because our bodies are one.
Everything is open and flowing naturally.
Thought, speech, touch, sigh, the cry of love.
*
In the timeless green of your eye
I lose myself; I feel your touch down my back again.
Barely a touch — it’s more a bite of passion.
I see a flower garden planted on the Island of Love.
All created out of our sighs.
When I leave this world
I’ll take just a picture of your touch.
— — # — —
As a child,
I loved to watch Grandpa build.
His basement workshop,
was filled with tools.
Tools hanging on every wall,
wood neatly stacked in a pile.
Grandpa worked for hours each day,
filling his many orders.
He built my lovely bed,
pretty flowers carved into the headboard.
One Christmas,
Grandpa built my fun dollhouse.
Today I asked for a small table,
one to fit beside my bed.
Grandpa started working,
he gave me a "Three Legged Table" with a rose carved on top.
The steel-sheets,
us underneath,
laid bare —
betwixt our minds
no one else exists.
like magnets
click to
each other —
our kiss
syllabus,
~ ooh la la ~
the spring speaks, headboard
ebbs and flows then it pounds.
learned,
our love lessons, well.
8/1/2019
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"Heart heals with time, but it never forgets the memories you've made or how it felt when you embraced and loved those we lost." Quote by poet
Heartbroken.
I sit, my back against my headboard.
Sun sears out in a haze of throbbing pain.
Out the window, I vacantly stare,
oblivious to the fleeting of the world.
My thoughts off in a dream,
as clouds move along a flyway with the bird's migration.
By your side and sedated my soul longs to be.
Innocent. Bathing in the scent strawberries and warm cream.
Observing the leaves and shadows pirouette under the trees.
Etched still caresses as once we embraced.
A heartbroken stillness I grasp.
Cursing the ambience of our room;
you will never be coming back,
but you live on in my heart.