Long Nuzzling Poems
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"Orgasmic Oceans Outlive"
Open skies, where early morning sun wakes...
Rippling small waves hook the shore,
Gladly playing with sun, pebbles and sand
Along this world orgasmic senses breathe
Sending each guest higher and higher
Making this wonderment like no other
Innate flight up, up and higher still
Canto in C, wild and passionate
Only sun and moon know where to be
Capturing silhouettes of reflective light
Engaging all to be part of this world
Arched in this fluorescence whales sing their love
Near each other, nuzzling in wintry water
Slowly engaging, with carnal coyness
Onwardly waltzing upon diamond rocks
Ultimately embracing all that is rapture
Taking hold of love light and glory
Living within this open dream existence
I wish never to awake or leave
Vessels in the distance swim between dolphins,
Each will carry us to dreamlike destinations
co written by
SkyWatcher and Darren White
05-07-17
note to Darren
Darren you have no idea what this entry means to me and the worth of working together with you and sharing words. And yes sharing words of the ocean. How grand is that. Very. It was an honor and privilege.
Thank you Darren. Excuse me. Thank you Penguin.
Definitely something about long flowing hair
That turns my old crank, no surprise
With a face that could even sink a battleship
Still her hair makes my temperature rise
Can imagine nuzzling my dirty big honker
In those long strands of silken flow
Takes me far away on some exotic desert island
Where hula dancers are putting on a show
Wake up each night with my arms outstretched
My fingers combing the air softly
Wishing upon wish it was not just a dream
It's an image that literally rocks me
Some people think it has sexual overtones
Yet still others call it a fetish
But just by writing these words down I find
For stirring my libido it's quite effective
Definitely something about long flowing hair...
© Jack Ellison 2013
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I’m like a teapot—short and stout—at dawn,
contentedly sleeping in the kitchen's first light.
By noon, I’m a question mark curled on your lawn,
punctuating the grass with snores.
Sometimes, I’m a baguette, crusty and long,
stretched across the couch in a sunbeam.
Other days, I’m a slipper with eyes that follow along
as you tiptoe past the doggie treat jar.
I have been a caterpillar, a comma,
a parenthesis nuzzling your ankle.
Occasionally, I was your boomerang, mama,
who returned to you with leaves in my fur.
But always, always, beneath my shifting silhouette,
I remain your loving Doxie, Fritz,
who sighs when you scratch my belly
even when I don’t have an itch.
the related memoir vignette can be read at: poetrysoup.com/short_stories/runt_of_the_litter_13668
Bees are busy buzzing,
Working happily
Rabbits are still nuzzling
Together 'neath a tree
Brook is babbling blissfully.
As it weaves along its way
The Sun is arising
To welcome this new day
A cock is crowing loudly,
It echoes around the farm
A fox is behaving badly
Causing the chickens' alarm
A cat has spied on a mouse
As it went scampering by
The mouse ran into the house
That made that tom cat cry
Rover, the dog, chased Tom up a tree.
The cat jumped into a nest,
Cracking the eggs, all three
The mother bird was furious,
And pecked the cat on the neck,
A sleepy mole
He peeped out of his hole
And said, "What the heck."
What is going on?
He questioned sleepily
I'm not too fond of the sunlight,
Because I cannot see.
I see very well, indeed,
A voice said from up high
As the flapping wings
Of a wise old owl
Was heard as he passed by
Moo, said the cow,
In a mournful way
Where is the farmer
Is he late today?
The horse said, "Neigh."
He is still in bed.
The Donkey brayed
When will we be fed?
The ducks waddled by
Followed by the gander
The latter is nosy
The former to meander.
The goings on this morning
It was almost beyond belief
When opening his mouth and yawning
Appeared the Farmer to their relief.
Just to keep up with a new style, while the Sand man sticks to a plan to hence understand the sentence one tense to be rinsed as the Grinch defends his tent in a pinch despite its foul rotten odor of a stench mouthed one voter who was NOT that dense in past present and future tense hence the bench warrant quarantine latrine screaming beanie baby trading card retarded jarred smarties party past time hardly hardy bartering shotgun runtime bubble covered in Nick at night slime time grime crockery stole bike spike Lymes disease treaty spiked seizer sky high geyser lightning bolt jolt soda colt cold shouldered boulder scolded holding smoldering diamond ring rugged bug-eyed smuggler tug of war tare of a care bare share holder folder to be both bad and bolder like gold oil and drugs with extra hugs and butt plugs underneath the rugs for the fuzz buzzing love jugs whatever that was or wasn’t but not my cousin nuzzling the guzzled puzzling Charlie Sheen screaming ice cream machine that feeds a team and the b team both green beans and brings the fiends back to their gene’s roots and boot scooting things... Let us see what else life brings. The Time is NOW! POW!!!
She kisses away the weariness,
Burdens – inklings of the mystery
Birthed by her dream, hope
Remembered in the evening when
The calf nuzzled – her nourishing, nurturing
Gentle as the soft, dark eyes – bleeding
Tenderness
The new calf stands, wobbly
Trembling – taking each tiny step
With quivering legs, long and sturdy,
Urging him to begin to live, to risk
Falling
She licks him over and over, kissing
Away the hesitation he feels,
The fear of taking those first small steps
Toward her, nuzzling and pushing,
Rubbing her with his small body, stiff legs
Urging him to keep trying, keep rising
Lifting his nose to her – she waits, hushing
His reluctance with reassurance,
He presses his nose to her, finally
Feeding, milking – agreeing
She is his mother and she will not leave him
She is what he needed and he is completely
Believing in the comforting – so freeing
Her milk, just what he needed – his hunger
Receding.
He is full of her life-giving sustenance
He is full of her nourishing – milk builds his vivacity
Finally, his legs feel sturdy enough to take him to places
Beyond her – he ventures to the hay, steadier than he was
When he first met her, his mom – his milk factory
Always I’ve been drawn to . . . cats.
I’ll see cute yapping puppies in a pet store.
They just don’t appeal to me as much as
the cute quiet kitty in the corner -
that cat which I can stare at for many minutes,
wondering what she’s thinking as she looks back at me.
Some cats which I “lived with” (you don’t really OWN a cat)
would stare back at me for a long time.
I wondered if I was having some kind of silent communion with them.
Was it their way of showing me respect? Adoration? Casual interest? Nothing?
I wish I knew. The cat is mysterious,
with those big dark orbs staring out from the night’s shadows.
I surely do love a good mystery!
Quiet is the cat, and like me, often a loner that loves her independence!
I recall my favorite cat that lived eighteen years in my house.
Affection she would show, but it was a quiet more meaningful affection
with soft nuzzling in the morning as she woke me to be fed.
Smart was my cat. . . and persistent. She would get what she wanted!
My spirit animal I think must be a cat,
for also like the cat, I am unafraid to know darkness.
The dark is folding in on the world now.
I dig and dig sometimes like a desperate caged feline,
wildly clawing to uncover in earth’s dirt - its black secrets.
I cannot sit like a Persian
perched in lovely fluffy silence on a pillow.
A more aggressive kind of cat I need to be. -
not letting life’s mysteries stay hidden in
the slits of my green eyes.
Like the panther of my youth – fast and agile -
I now cannot so easily be.
More like the dangerous courageous lioness -
which in my life I’ve so rarely been -
I will need to learn to fight.
Though a sweet harmless house cat I long to remain,
may my spirit animal protect me
in the battle that is coming.
Like the cat, I am curious . . . far too curious.
I pray I still have left inside me
at least a few more of my nine lives!
June 3, 2020 for Dear Heart's Spirit Animal Contest
I hold three magic rocks, in my hand
Rolling them over and over and over
Leaving this reality behind, far behind
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Crafty moon sends her light, gently nuzzling
Rustling in the winds, songs of peace and praise
Endless dreams swaying, dancing, in full swing
Fairytale wishes fade as starlight prays
Where love sought her kiss, beneath angel’s wings
Rustling in the winds, songs of peace and praise
Hopeful bursts of grace still the swords of kings
Washing away shadows with light that glows
Where love sought her kiss, beneath angel’s wings
Songs of passionate nights stir life that knows
Beautiful tears, kindness, restoring hope
Washing away shadows with light that glows
Melodies in rich rose teach minds to cope
Winter fades into spring’s breathless debut
Beautiful tears, kindness, restoring hope
Nirvana of grace stirs life, all brand-new
Crafty moon sends her light, gently nuzzling
Winter fades into spring’s breathless debut
Endless dreams swaying, dancing, in full swing
The lark lulls near my window's brink
How blithesome she flickers and the wink
I long to share with you my morning drink
Nuzzling with you in a rosy bedlinen of mink
When the shaft of light shimmers tall
My long awaited soul begins to crawl
To whom I shall call? -
Come my lovely nymph let's dance in summers rainfall
Blues are those your ocean eyes
I know those aren't the disguise-
As glittering as the fireflies
Even flowers may blossoms to eulogise
Send your thoughts,by the evening breeze
I could hear them from the susurrous trees
Listening to the lulls is still what I do
Soughing trees and lark may lulls to woo
Gentling hues bless my hungry soul
Dazzling sensations who make me whole
Fragments of joy, shards of my muse
Bless my hungry soul, gentling hues
Darkness falls down, like autumn leaves
Bestowing compassion for one who believes
His light is alive in stars, the night’s crown
Like autumn leaves, darkness falls down
Shadows flowing, reflecting all my dreams
Liquid oasis, secrets in beautiful themes
Wonders alive as my love keeps growing
Reflecting all my dreams, shadows flowing
Like the breathless wind, nuzzling my cheek
Joy in shades of grace silence every critique
Mystery and hope mixed together, combined
Nuzzling my cheek, like the breathless wind
Without the Lord above, I’d be lost in dread
It was for my redemption that He came and bled
His grace brought me peace and abiding love
I’d be lost in dread without the Lord above
2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 15
Mark Toney
October 2, 2022