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Notus comes creeping furtively from the south
hot and bothered from the blazing summer sun.
The wind of change...concealed it launches sudden storms
as clouds pile up across the sky, dark and towering,
lightning flashes, thunder drawls, torrential rain descends;
rivers swell to bursting point; fields are swamped, crops destroyed.
Then once again he sneaks away, planning his next move.
His neighbour, Eurus, wants to show he’s no less able.
Bearing his inverted earthen vase he goes along
clumsy in gait and spilling water on dry soil.
His forays from the east tend to be unlucky.
Autumn fades with a sigh on Aura’s gentle wings
as ice-cold winter rushes in impatiently
from northern frozen lands to take its place
goaded by the domineering force of Boreas
who moves ahead with strong, intense authority,
his violent temper uncontrolled. Despite his age
he pushes his galloping stallion to the limit
riding forth relentlessly, cloak billowing behind,
his white beard curled; shaggy hair spiked and frosted.
Roaring, across the land he speeds with utmost haste,
a sacred conch shell grasped firmly in steely hand;
tremendous power he exerts and blows aloud
while humans cower in dark caverns, shivering.
They know his moods and fear his devastating wrath.
In their minds, princess Oreithyia’s forced abduction,
rape, and carnal satisfaction are still fresh.
They yearn for winter’s bitter ally to move on
so that the gentle Zephyr enters from the west
bringing with him rainbows and showers of spring,
calm serenity, greenery, flowers, shades and hues,
romantic feelings, fiery passion and intense love.
Ultimately, all four have to heed and appease
King Aeolus, firm ruler and keeper of the winds.
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*Aura = breeze goddess
*Oreithyia = mountain Nymph
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18th December 2014
Contest: Gods of Winds
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
Placed: 2nd
Have you ever seen a seesaw?
Do you like to ride it high?
Can you bounce and push so quickly
that you almost start to fly?
I would like to tell a story
all about a seesaw race.
'Twas no ordinary seesaw
for it launched me into space…
My friend Jessica decided:
"We are astronauts, you know.
And this seesaw is a spaceship.
Let us see where we can go."
I pushed off and started soaring,
but she said: "You call that flight?!"
So she heaved and headed upwards
going fast with all her might.
"That is kids' stuff," came my challenge,
as I sprang into the air.
But she screamed: "I can do better!
Watch me jump and then compare."
So it went until I noticed
that I was not coming down.
I saw Jessica below me
as I flew above our town.
Then I rose above my country.
Next I saw the continent.
I beheld the Earth — our planet.
Oh! It was magnificent!
Very soon the Earth was tiny:
just a distant bluish sphere.
When I spied the planet Venus,
I decided to come near.
What I saw was clouds and darkness.
It looked poisonous and hot.
Venus was a pressure-cooker.
Fit for living it was not.
Then I left it far behind me,
moving closer to the Sun.
Soon appeared another planet.
And I'll bet you know which one.
It was Mercury — the smallest
of the inner planet group.
To observe its barren surface
round it I performed a loop.
I saw empty cratered highlands,
and the Sun loomed large and wide.
But I had to move on further
and continued with my ride.
I was getting hot and bothered,
for the Sun was right next door.
I could see its burning gases:
as they blazed, they seemed to roar.
It was big. It was enormous —
full of energy and light.
All the planets spun around it.
Yes, the Sun was quite a sight!
Cont'd in Seesaw into Space: Part 2
Life doesn't stop, we all carry on,
Riding along the flow of the day.
Before the dawn, You wake, your day has already begun.
There are children to hustle about the house, lets not forget some breakfast.
The television tells you, it's the most important meal of the day, but you really haven't the time this morning, 'sorry'.
Ahhh, the kids are at school, time for your self for just five minutes.
But wait there's work to go to first. So off You go. And as it's only up the road you walk. But you walk fast because
your favorite band are playing in your ears.
Great. Your all hot and bothered. Just enough time to powder your nose and such. Work is busy and mostly you like
busy, it makes the day go faster and soon you can go home. What was that noise? You ask yourself .Then you
realize it was your stomach telling you off for not eating breakfast....
Not to worry it'll soon be time for lunch. But this is the time when, the first thing you do when you get home is raid
the fridge, because it takes too long to make a sandwich when your this hungry. Mmmmm, much better, and most
refreshing, especially the coffee. Just as you take in the peace of the house and have taken off your shoes, you
notice the clock chimes three! Time to collect the lovely brood from school, so off You go.
Who can get a word in first about their day, everyone's so eager to tell one another. Even you, You need to say too.
It's so nice to walk through the front door for the last time today, there's dinner to make before settling down, have
a hug and watch television. All three fall asleep on you, and you're asleep with them too. Few! What a busy day, and
just think you'll do it all again tomorrow.
Light in darkness
Why in the world do you bother? I’ll never be your Prince.
You’re getting all hot and bothered,
But you’ll never get my intimate kiss.
Your lies flow around like a red river;
The bodies are all up stream.
I’ll never be your sinner and you’ll never be my everlasting Queen.
Visions flash by like a drunken night star-ship.
Diamonds fall down from the sky.
Lights scream at me when the world turns dim.
Metaphors talk in my dreams each and every night.
Liver’s continue their dancing; I’m all alone in this place.
Everyone goes to the happening;
Find the truth on my vacant blank face.
I’m dancing inside! Outwardly portraying the end.
You’ll never be my one bride; life has taken away all that ‘Let’s pretend’.
Words are easily manipulated; I write in blood, sweat and tears.
I never claimed I would become the greatest,
But this rock has rolled for years and more years.
Time is a fleeting illusion, I once possessed inside my hands.
I live in a head of confusion, where all I do is all that I can.
Dangerous times call for changes; musical mind clocking in.
Lyrics are filling the empty pages;
Deeper and deeper I’m sinking down in it.
Fires are burning all around, lighting the darkest night.
Earth is The Devil’s playground
And I’m down on my knee’s searching for the right light.
A God in a world of fantasy; imagination my only truth.
You are the drug that I cannot handle.
You keep me moving; you push me through.
(C)2019 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Joker:
Sunday dinner had a precursor of momma announcing I'm cooking so don't nobody touch this stove
Then when I got older, they would always say if you can't take the heat stay out the kitchen
But the brain automatically goes against the challenges of free will
And against my better judgement some things I just had to learn the hard way
Hard cover books aren't supposed to feel like pillows, but they do when you become engulfed in the narrative
I was wasting away in Barnes and Noble when the narrative turned the page, and I saw a smile that made the ink-colored leaves feel wet
A fall rain that watercolors the palette of tears from trees
Tears that smear ink from the page onto my skin
Into a smile that is now tattooed to my memory
Like the affirmation note I glance over every morning
This reminder was about 5'3, caramelized cinnamon skin, and a smile that made everyone believe in angels
A smile that hits all the wrong angles because I know you're not the one for me, but my nerves are intrigued
On what that smile looks like as it melts away on my lips
Lava isn't supposed to be comforting
Drips of honey with every kiss, I know I shouldn’t be doing this, but I'm addicted…
To her smile, and the way it looked at me seeing everything others would ignore
It's hard to ignore how hot and bothered she's got me like I'm back in the kitchen
I looked at my hand and could still see the scars from the stove
Momma warned me about girls like you
p.s. but I always liked to play with fire...
When I was teenboy, nothing else mattered
Than making out in the back of a Chevy
With a gorgeous young hottie with boobs to die for
Breathing became rather heavy
Now I'll try to behave coz the censors are watching
And your computers will probably short circuit
With the powers vested in me, I'll try to behave
But it'll be quite a challenge I'll admit
All my many friends I have here on the Soup
Are aware of my penchant for the naughty stuff
After all what's life about but to wiggle and jiggle
While parading around town in the buff
So far the censors haven't any reason to complain
I've been relatively prim and proper
But I sure can't keep this up indefinitely though
I'll blow a gasket as I get all hot and bothered
Eventually though, I catch hold of myself
Since a teenboy, I've actually learned self-control
Can now walk down the street without molesting girls
And the drooling I've controlled on the whole
So in closing I'll say this, my very good friends
There should be a law that allows us guys
The freedom to molest hot voluptuous young fillies
And make out in the back of a Chevy as a prize
© Jack Ellison 2016
The baker had a busy day,
Making pies, cakes and bread
He was hot and bothered
And was looking forward
To rest his weary head.
He made some gingerbread men
And put them on a tray
He switched on the oven
And cleared his implements away
The cookies smelled delicious,
Good enough to eat
No one was suspicious
Of the effects of that oven's heat
Eventually, the gingerbread men were done,
The baker examined them
Every single one
Some looked perfect
Just as they should
Some were an ugly shape
That was not good.
Some too soft
Others were brittle
Some too brown
And some too little.
The poor weary baker
Felt very sad
As he looked at the biscuit tray
He was upset and mad
Because he did not like to waste
Any imperfect biscuits, cake or bread
They had the same taste
So he crumbled up
The disfigured biscuits instead.
As the workworn baker put his hat on the shelf
At the end of a long day
The perfect gingerbread man mumbled
That is how the cookie crumbles
You are my sun,
You are my smiles,
You are my blue sky,
Thats being seen from way up high,
You are the feeling,
Of butterflies in my tummy,
The cause of my laugh,
And my sweet soft voice,
When you put me to sleep,
You are the reason,
I become hot and bothered,
For your the only man,
I'll let fix that problem,
You are the ear,
That listens to me day and night,
Your arms wrapped around me,
Holding me tight,
You are the one,
To make my dreams become reality,
I know your not here in person,
But I can still feel you,
You are in my heart and soul,
And a lot of my mind,
You are my one and only,
For soon it will become,
And we will be a family,
You are the sparkles,
In my eyes,
The glow around my body,
The softness against my skin,
As I continue to see behind my eye lids,
It really is becoming harder and harder to live without you,
If only I would have found you sooner,
We would have already begun our lives....
Make An Exception
This is what I want you to do. Make an exception because this is ME. I want you to make an exception each and every time. I'm unique and not like the others. I'm no sheep or herd animal. I reserve the right to be an exception. This is my personal right. And I'll use it every time.
Don't group me with the rest. They are them and I am ME. There's a big difference there. If I want to listen to gothic rock music, I will. No crap boy bands for me. If I want to send a story about fixing cars to a cookery magazine, I will.
It's me who got the ladies all hot and bothered with a 22MM spanner.
Because I'm the exception. Not the only exception, the actual exception. My full tattoo coverage confirms this. As does my harsh words when life get tough. Do I want to be perfect? No. Maybe you all should be. Then I'm even more of an exception.
O brother, they closed the brothel!
Beer and barmaid breath is closed.
Banter with corsets and silk stockings
withheld - the downy frown of ‘stache.
The itch of a cattle drive — the rawhide
chaffed and fettered,
all the while driven by unholy sex.
O brother, a frightful fight broke out
like measles planted from head to toe.
when you fantasized her soft skin,
her tongue lash —all those miles and miles -
the special one you call Maisy,
but boards like bandaids hammered
into place. No neon sign to contemplate.
You bring yourself back home, poor soul,
to your hot and bothered bride. There
you find the ride you’d forgotten.
You smile surprised. Only problem is
she makes you bathe and shave,
won’t allow you that chew or that beer.
O brother, they closed the brothel!
2/23/2021
Contest: They Closed the Brothel
Sponsor: Kai Neumann