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sensory grass
tickles your toes
soft pokes
every word is a stroke
of a blade
not a brush
a lawnmower in the distance
breaks the silence
what the hell…
the smell of fresh-cut grass
and the moisture
that lingers on its smell
you know…retains it
(like the soft and cushy handprint that
stays in the grass
in the shady part of that corner in the yard
turns the white shoes green
amongst the hedges and the borders by rocks
by that long-ago planted snowball tree
and all the love you had to give while you planted it
…rubbed the lamb's ear,
said a prayer and wished it the best of luck)
but here, now
take a nap in the sunshine
under a clouded sky peacefully
on a blanket
the winds brushing by
the rays beam through
and warm that blanket
your worn-out blanket
with scents of lingering past summers
of far-off beaches and sunscreen
dusty and musty
yet beloved blanket
(different kinds of loved-upon)
but here, now
the breeze on my toes
and the breeze on the grass
and the breeze on my face and my hair
stealing my woes
keeping me cool
my eyelashes flicker
a lazy dream of greens upon blues
upon dandelion yellows
shining
until you awake
slightly alarmed
to a busy bee
buzzing by
blinded by beauty
my tears trickle down the corners of my eyes
bleed down my cheeks to my lips and taste salty
warm and salty on my tongue
warm from the gold
of that hot-blooded sun
and the sensory experience
grateful to be alive
to soak it all in
through the skin
can you feel it?
it was a lovely dream
the smell of sweet grass
how bits and pieces float on air
tickle the nose
sweet and bitter tasty on the tongue
whisking away depression blight
peace rises
higher and higher
like barometric pressure
elevating mood and lighter weight
reflecting on purpose
reflecting on mood
through transcendence
but here, now
you can just
be
tingling sensations
just
be
feeling overcome with peaceful power
power to
just
lie
still
and enjoy the senses and dreams
that the grass brings forth
you’ll wake up
remember details
and reflect upon paper
close your eyes
and reflect upon paper
an outward pour
can’t you feel it all beaming in the sunlight?
in the mood
in the barometric pressure
in those blades of grass
breathtaking striking
blades of green grass
my god, aren’t we blessed
—American writer
who knew who knew?
The story ends
hands clean and messy
someone stupid like you?
indecently in the mirror i see
bullets blue dont you know
flies know what you are
authorities alive thought i might die
eyes take a good look
smiling gunshot wound hasn't in soo long
don't go telling everybody of the reflections of women to be
dolls try to believe in it all right
plastic cant change anything
killing you love is strange to me
brains twist it out but try to listen
do you or don't you want this?
what am i supposed to do?
worthy un shy terror rearranged and insane
get back to where you belong
flattered fascination
remember where you came from
hot blooded shepherd im amazed
get down and pray
greatly intriguing object to crave
that's what they all talk about
mistakes that don't belong to anyone
mistakes that ask
who do i belong to
not allowed exciting slide
reach out and rejoice
you pricked me up with your wishing wells
of so hells to sell
remember what you are heaven and blessings
sun is weak and its free
you look so good when done up properly
say something anything to me
uninvited exciting squirm
unfortunate un shy terror
love has brought me to higher place
get back to where you belong
slight doubts in thew pissing well
take your heart away
get down and pray
repent and do what they tell you
How am i supposed to live?
as someone new?
feed the fake
someone else?
shed the skin
streets to know victom
get away get away
windows forgotten better off empty
mental name killer
i got some company is houldnt have
give it away give it away
im there tragedy
where would i be?
go ahead go ahead
bitter angel of moons
whose the monkey with the misspelled name?>
always there to blame
go away go away
shadows mortal exist
cold and dull
cut the head off
Im a born again
where would i be?
feel old as the world around you
disco to take my heart away
everything reborn
mistakes in the past
everyday secret cant get away again
yesterday illusion i don't want the job
everything I believe
the light in my day
the hydra star scar
I cant get away again
someone else new and stupid like disco
ill be all right with reason and new direction
that pricks my finger of wings eclipsing suns
who knew?
firstoff, i wish to say, but not overdo,
that i never knew, what the new gnu knew
he never really said very much, and i knew
he wouldn't as such, since, being a new gnu
he hadn't much clue 'bout what to do
the previous gnu had a more worldly view
from Kalamazoo journeyed east to Timbuktu
beyond Katmandu south, down to old Peru
been many places, wore out many a shoe
but always believed that he'd come through
he got entangled with a bit of a shrew
a South American sheep, a hot-blooded ewe
that took every opportunity to scold and spew
venomous accusations that were mostly untrue
she really raised a big hullabaloo
he, being the good gnu we all knew
tried to smooth her feathers, to gently subdue
her wild angers towards that wildebeest
but, to little avail to say the least
yet it was the best the old gnu knew to do
he bleated that his love for her was true
she neighed loudly that no, they were through
she saw him now, from a whole different view
said she was leaving, that he should not pursue
for all she cared, he could turn into glue
she knew now she wanted the new gnu to woo
the new gnu knew amorously what would quickly ensue
but couldn't overcome with analytical review
certainty of grief from passions point of view
love's cliff came careening into abysmal view
"Ewe are what I want" the new gnu cried anew
in turn the ewe replied "i will always love you"
we'll build a life we always wanted, long overdue
have many children, a whole herd, a gnu ewe crew
we'll be happy ever after, in our own petting zoo
the new gnu thought he'd just follow through
but things went awry, let's say, far askew
the new gnu knew he'd met his own Waterloo
it wasn't long, you know, 'fore the ewe went skidoo
without even so much as a fond adieu
then the new gnu and the old gnu began to renew
a friendship, from which they both, had withdrew
i don't wish to insinuate, and not misconstrue
the bond of companionship the gnus lovingly grew
when old bonds are severed another comes on cue
now the gnus know what all beings should too
happiness and contentment depends on your view
you never know what the turn of your screw
in pursuit of a felicity, unknown hitherto
gets new gnu possibilities coming out of the blue
...thank you...
© Goode Guy 2013-05-31
I'm heading down that long tiresome road
Have a six string I never have to reload.
Blazing my way before my star burns out
And yes I may hold you near
Don't ask me to hold you dear
But I'll sure take another beer
Making my six string shout
Sometimes making it cry
Be rocking till I die
Just don't ask me why
Somewhere someone may dream of me
Even though with them I may never be
Memories, of the towns I have left behind.
Echoes of regret never let enter my mind
Love ain't that easily defined
Thousands of screaming people still hear them in my head.
I will be rocking them till long after I'm dead
One town is the same as another
Still call people I don't know my brother.
Sometimes while making my guitar scream
The smile ain't as easy at it may seem
Where will I lay my head tonight.
And Who's lover am I going have to fight
Rocking along the highway
Life sometimes leaves me with nothing to say
Some sexy momma just wants me for a day
And for a hot blooded country boy like me
Everything looked ok as far as I could see
Just couldn't let that be.
Feeling the city heat.
Smiling at all those I meet
Standing there in front of that crowd
Made sure my six string was good and loud
Left them people wanting more
But I'd done left the floor
And then I'm on that tiresome road once again
And I can't remember all them towns I've been
But someday maybe
You can be my baby
I can tell you now, tomorrow I'll b on that tiresome highway
And you won't be going my way
Getting it while the getting is good
Just so it's understood
I hear that highway a calling me
And that's the way it is always going to be
Playing my six string till my star crashes and burns
Living off whatever I may earn
Playing that damn thing till I die.
Don't bother asking me why
The lonesome highway may be long
But at the end I'll be singing you my song
Six string always loud
My heads up in a cloud
Tell me whoever tries to takes my place
Their going to have to bow out in disgrace
Cause no one can make one sound like me
No one you'll ever see
This six string in my hand
Playing lead in my own band
Cause
Even after I'm dead
Them six stings, will still be playing in my head
Love whispers gently to my heart
Heralding the ache when we’re apart
Lust beckons with senses of affection
Reflecting on the desire in our connection
Love compels me to free all my emotions
Creating feelings that are full of devotions
Lust delights in touching my naked skin
Stroking my waist with a desire to begin
Love urges me to feel free in my compassion
Liberating me to the need to ignore fashion
Lust stimulates my spirit’s core with a thrill
Teaching me to be thankful for longing’s skill
Love colors my world with vivid hues of scarlet
Exposing the ways I could have been a harlot
Lust opens the door to feelings of pure yearning
Touching my depths with a fire that keeps burning
Love encompasses me with feelings of concern
Coaching me to believe in the sensitivity I will learn
Lust embraces me with a pure and gentle craving
For the secret tenderness which is so lifesaving
Love amazes me with it’s beautiful faith in feelings
Summoning me to recall all the joy in my dealings
Lust fills my spirit with so many hot-blooded emotions
Flowing through my core the way of misty blue oceans
Love lingers within my sensations creating a promise
That all prayers will be in spite of the doubting Thomas
Lust breathes in my pores, opening the door to fascination
Filling my mind and thoughts with an enthusiastic elation
Love or Lust Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: D.W. Rodgers
June 28, 2020
Love is like the green, green grass of home,
in heart and mind where’er one may roam.Quote - Poet’s own.
The lady loved to roam in moonlight’s kiss
searching for romance and magical bliss
Her heart a flaming inferno of fire
hot-blooded intensity of desire.
Stalking around in dark shadows of the night
beneath the moon and silvery starlight
With flirtatious purpose kept under wrap
enticing lovers to enter her trap.
An irresistible web she would weave
for those foolish hearts willingly deceived
Alluring beauty attracted her prey
once bitten there'd be no getting away.
Emerald green eyes, dark lashes flashing
ruby red lips pouting at those passing
Tresses tumbling down, a golden headdress
a velvet wrap to embrace her finesse.
She walked with lithe grace of a feline cat
purring softly when someone made contact
Pulling them in with each trick in the book
making sure intentions where understood.
She'd love and leave them with no afterthought
too many to count, lovers by the score
No one ever asked, they just wondered why
she lived as she did till the day she died.
Her spirit lives on in a twinkling star
looking out for lovers where'er they are
Still as exquisite, still in love with love
arranging love affairs from up above.
Princess of love, many hearts she melted
when she walked planet earth in green velvet.
Pacing up and down, finally I yell
are we ever going to do this?
yeah, yeah, hold your horses
I’m coming he screams…
eventually he appears
dressed in a black jeans
and white tight fitted shirt
with bulges in all the right places…
gob smacked, eyes wide,
mouth hanging open
uhm where did you say
we’re going again?
to a friend’s birthday party he says
err, so you’re going dressed like that? I ask
finding it difficult to close my mouth, still in shock…
Yep he say’s while grabbing the car keys,
as he makes his way to the door…
but you never dressed like this before
why now? I asked while running after him
the view from behind is even better
I have a sudden urge to touch his bum
half distracted I almost walk into him..
why not? Is his retort as he opens
the car door for me…
I feel tempted to touch him in a non buddy way…
Uhm do you think I’m overdress? I ask
While fluttering my eyelashes …
nah you look stunning, he says
as he pulls out of the driveway…
still unsure what to make of the man next to me
he seems like a stranger
when did I lose my best friend?
My eyes has finally opened
my best buddy has grown up,
he became a man,
a hot blooded male at that…
what is a girl to do?
pretend not to notice
or make a play for him
before we hit the party,
before the vultures come out to play….
Form:
Four basic things that we all do need.
Our bodies crave them with actual greed.
The first is oxygen in the air
In just a few moments, quite the scare.
You need it to make ATP
And form water but not for pee.
This water you can breathe out warm
And fog a mirror, hot blooded life form.
The next is water, the liquid of life.
Just one day without it and you feel the strife.
Dizzy you get
Quite upset
And you’d do anything just to feel wet.
A few days long is all you can go
And after three days you really know
That your time is up and you are through
And there’s little that you can do.
Sleep is next, not many know this
And no one likes it when they miss
A good night’s sleep every night
Without it you never feel quite right.
So how long can you go without sleep?
The question is rather deep.
We can’t play with people like mice.
Even if we did, would the results be precise?
We really don’t know
How long we can go
But studies do show
That animals will forego.
Lastly we have food.
Oh, how good.
How long can we go without food
Before our body is permanently screwed?
And when I say, permanently screwed
I’m trying to allude
To the fact that if you then eat
The damage done will not retreat.
So just how long is this time we speak?
About a month and then you’re too weak
To do anything but stare and peek.
Drusilla the vamp
.Her name is Drusilla she's a creature of the night.
When she feeds it comes with one bite.
Beauty and long black hair and skin of white.
She thinks death is her rite.
In search for her prey was her deep,dark plan.
Russia is where she lives.
Her hunger for a hot blooded man.
His blood to her he gives.
She lays in a coffin until night time falls.
Been a vampire most of her life.
A castle where she lives she roams through the halls.
Her teeth long and white and cut like a knife.
Dark forest of trees she walkes without a sound.
Wearing a flowing white gown.
She lives in the dark but not in the ground.
You must have a cross if you live in her town.
A journey into the sun will turn her body to ash.
She only enter's if she's invited in.
After her death cut off her head with a slash.
Gender doesn't matter women or men.
Teresa Skyles August 28, 2011
Entered in Linda-Marie's"creatures of the night"contest
A Desiccated Dragon
This little green dragon so sweet and so small
Had lived most his life in the shade of a wall
He hid from the sun for it wasn't his friend
And he knew in the sun his life might soon end
But today in the shade of a bush he did spy
A little girl dragon that had caught his eye
She gave him a look that he couldn't resist
Cross over the sidewalk she had to insist
So out of the shade and into the heat
The little green dragon on little green feet
Started to scamper, started to run
Ignoring the heat of the hot summer sun
But half way across, he stumbled and fell
And thought that he needed to rest for a spell
But the rest that he took was a minute too long
And his feet were stuck fast,he knew something was wrong
So there in the heat, on the sidewalk he laid
And the high cost of lust was the price that he paid
Cold blooded he lived, hot blooded he died
As the heat of the sun boiled the blood there inside
Walking out of a meeting last Sunday with fellow poets, we spied a small lizard on the sidewalk - apparently dead from the heat. We were talking about where we got our inspiration for poems and I said it might be as simple as looking at something like this little lizard. One of the poets said we could call it A Desiccated Dragon. I went home and wrote this.