Long Prickle Poems
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Just the awe of your charismatic sexual looks makes
the down part of me wanting to possess
and build a park beneath your fleshy covering.
My Junior’s ready to let your licks spoil nature’s tricks
and your play, be an impurity to such a serious intensity.
Even when my battery runs down, I’ll drain all the decency left in you
through the escapades of erotic mechanics and love making drills.
I want to pull your underwear and bring down those hidden strings;
I want to fly that suspicious top and raise the supports of your skirt
while your inviting bra becomes openly hopeless under my command.
I want to prickle your skin gradually from neck to your secret bifurcation
while my moving tongue with great incontinence
dances through your inside, rendering the formality
of your honourable body into serious jeopardy.
Your gradual lustful conformity to my passionate physical cravings
raises blood levels to a peak giants cannot handle.
The spread of your two legs, causes the springing of my third one,
nothing then can unglue me from the down side of you
and such a rare side you possess
speaks volume of the attractive value of sex teases.
Your dancing breasts, horizontally springing body
and sensual-sound making tender lips combined,
gives a private show in complete entrapment of magic and divinity.
Screams and unholy inter-plays, revolving in one cycle
centered by paradise’s gate of which its heavy locks are
broken by such a melting act.
Letting my small head be the executive chair
to your well spread bare buttocks
powered by a mood so classified and irreversibly hormonal
begins the event already at its midpoint,
causing the rainbow to be low-esteemed in colours and in pride.
She rides through the night in command of the darkness,
her crown encrusted with renegade stars;
all the forest bows to her regal commandments,
bound to her will with invisible bars.
She sees and hears and knows all your movements,
though you think you are hiding away;
she will extract of your heart deepest penance
and bend you to her intractable sway.
Once I wished to go back and be human,
to love like a man loves a maid;
she caught me kissing a girl in the gloaming,
crushed us beneath her wrath cavalcade.
Mists rise and drift and wrap round the forest,
moonbeams prickle the glades;
night time reveals her illustrious kingdom
mirrored in shimmering dew enfilade.
I am her thrall, snatched away one May morning;
she is Titania, queen of the night.
I no longer wish for the warmth of the sunshine;
I live for Titania's onyx delight.
© Faye Lanham Gibson, April 17, 2015
Pinnacle
Climbing slowly
Up the mountain
And relishing each step,
As success glorifies
And vibes of joy strike,
Through sunny prickle
And soothing moonlight,
Stopping midway
As touches the breeze
You heave a sigh,
One glance upward
Sparkle of content,
Bravo more you go,
Crest to culminate
Just one look down
From where you came,
And feel the beauty
The power up there
Another war conquered,
It's so light here!
Who ever has seen
The lava boil inside,
Volcanoes beneath
Ready to erupt,
pinnacle you reached
Turns to history
Another fine day!
Written September 29th, 2014
For contest 'Pinnacle' by Anthony Slausen
Awarded HM
Life is challenging, but we are here to learn and grow. Our souls are infinite and our lives enhance the Universe's knowledge, experience and blessings.
Natural pearls are extremely beautiful and rare. Remember that you are too.
Life is like an oyster
By Michelle Morris
02/02/2023
Who wants to live this way?
With a heart and soul filled with pain?
But if we don't feel the pain
We don't get to feel the joy
Life is like an oyster
The experience can prickle your system
It can irritate you beyond belief
But it will definitely make you grow
You become that elusive pearl
So beautiful and rare
Only authenticity creates this magnificence
For you are better raw and real
This doesn't mean that you forget
Your humanity and divinity
You can be your true self
Revealed in the best way
No one wants to live with pain
No one wants to live with regret
No one wants to pass so many tests
No one wants the toughest quests
But ultimately, it's up to us
To become our greatest gifts
We can share this with the Universe
And create memories that are worth it
So, expand beyond the oyster
Embrace the pain and the joy
Our lives are like its ocean
Fulfilment beyond this world
© Michelle Morris, 2023
How can someone so small
Maneuver a beast so big
Intimidated by task ahead
She sits behind the wheel
...and drives
Every moment on the road
Sounds and creaks emerge
Obstacles surround, on every side
She must quickly diverge
...the path
When darkness comes
She shivers and quakes with fear
Heightened senses prickle and poke
Something, unknown, sinister, is near
...to see
Hidden, hidden, every freaking thing is hidden
Why can't life be out front
Dealing with reeling, unfolding the molding
Matter is in the manifold shunt
...pushing power
To bend TRUTH
Written by Trudy Schrader on 11-29-2023
Are you chameleons, dearest leaves?
Stealing colors of amber, like thieves;
Hiding pure gold dusts within, sometimes,
Putting on crimson shown like sun-shines...!
Birds, dear, from for lands! Don't go away!
You're nature's pleasure; kindly do stay!
Nightingales, cuckoos, swifts, and cranes,
Tell us, time-to-time, your inner pains...!
Blackberries, rose-hips and crab apples,
Laced with vivacious cocktail samples;
Ivies, yet, seem to start flowering,
Your scent, like clear cologne, hovering...!
Seeds! Fallen like very falls of Christ!
Though within womb of earth, iced and sliced;
Will resurrect and resuscitate,
Ascend toward ethereal state...!
I sense you, dear autumn, you tickle,
Each vein of heart and mind, you prickle;
Falling of leaves makes me unhappy,
I know, they'd spring greenish and sappy...!
20 August 2022
Hint of Autumn Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Regina McIntosh
It came in with ice cream and half empty sunscreen
And went out with goosebumps and “EEK!” Halloween
That autumnal breeze and the fire in the trees
Gave way to demons and trembly knees
Leaves all relinquished their sure Summer grip
Fluttering down they would duck, dive and dip
To settle in russet hues there on the ground
But eddy and flit as the breeze whipped around
And by Halloween with the ground full of leaves
There’s zombies and ghouls in whom no-one believes
Well maybe the numbskulls who worship the night
But then monster lovers were never that bright
That late autumn day there was warmth in the air
I sat ’gainst a tree and I slumbered right there
Twas All Hallows’ Eve but why would I care
No fancy dress demon would give me a scare
I’ll suffer no grief from some worn out tradition
I’ll scoff at the undead and show no contrition
No werewolf nor vampire would make my skin prickle
Well... not til the leaf monster gave me a tickle!
in the light of the hassac-lantern
the screaming becomes thoroughly interesting
in the about-to-vanish forest-land
the nocturnal shopping hangs vertically
can you be able to get searched
some white-holes under the unfathomable water
then the visiting river should not take tablets
to manage it blood-pressure
now from the window of the town
look at the running away of the
tyre-less motor-cars
and their changing of colours
every now and then
as if after a successful operation
the new ant-hills
are singing and dancing very much
within so much noise
some spoons remain quite indifferent
it is heard that a lawsuit challenging the legal-status
of their relation with the prickle is being proceeded
in an open court
even standing before the court’s dock
no green mango has told the truth
so to do a usg report of the pendulum
that remains static under the dream
has become very much necessary
Never been one much for food, always caused too much fear. “Geeeeez” would there be
enough? Enough food was always a concern. I’d think of cold days when Dad was gone. Mom
was crying and sled rides through the snow to grandmas where, maybe, there was venison.
Didn’t like seeing the red, blue-black meat all smelly and sizzling in the pan. (The deer’s
head was a porch wall!) Loved the golden butter and the onions. Gram would have potatoes
always lots of them.
I can’t ever remember wanting to feel full. When I was full if I ever got full “Wouldn’t
someone else be empty?” I thought they might, so, I never tempted fate. I was a little bitty
girl. I took bitty bites and wee tastes especially if it was yummy.
There were and are things I love to taste, but I wouldn’t say eat. “Tastin’ now that’s the
thing! Tastin’ doesn’t hurt no one. Don’t hurt them by eatin’ all theirs and don’t hurt you if it’s
yucky” The bestest most happiest tastes, I can remember, are sour tastes “Go figure? “ I’m
your kosher dill girl. I’m a prickle barrel surprise. My Jewish family Tanta and Uncle Don had
the bestest pickles “Mmmmmmmm yummy!” What a crunchin’ delight and a pickle won’t fill
you up either. A pickle will just make your mouth water and your tongue lick your lips. “If
you have two pickles you ain’t eatin’ no ones supper either!” So I’d have ta say, “ Pickles is
my food of joy crunchy, cold, half-sour, Jewish pickles given with love from my Uncle Donny.”
For those avid crossword groupies of which I are one,
I'm offering free of charge vital data to add to your fun.
So you're stuck on 15-down for the name of a barren of mules!
Groups of creatures you can now name if you use this set of rules!
A group of apes is a shrewdness and a gang of asses is a pace.
Tigers are a streak and you'd better streak should they give chase!
Can you believe that skittish plovers are called a congregation?
(I wonder, perhaps Baptist, Lutheran, Catholic or other denomination?)
You might see a cackle of hyenas or a tower of giraffes at zoos,
Or if on a Kenyan safari a bloat of hippos or a fleet herd of gnus.
The name for a prickle of porcupines is an appropriate moniker for sure!
A sleek bunch of ferrets is called a business, and, why, I'm unsure.
Pesky squirrels are called a scurry and a warren is for rabbits.
(There are many warrens of rabbits due to their promiscuous habits!)
Badgers are grouped as a cete and leopards are known as a leap;
Moles are known as a labor and a herd or drove identifies sheep.
Parliaments of owls meet in trees and eagles in convocations.
Jellyfish waft about in smacks and peacocks strut in ostentations!
Screeching cormorants are a gulp which sounds mighty weird.
Steer clear of a crash of rhinos since they are to be feared!
Charming finches are called a charm and larks an exaltation,
Turkeys a rafter, frogs an army and starlings a murmuration.
Locusts are known as a plague and cockroaches an intrusion.
An unkindness of ravens and their raucous caws just causes confusion!
Groups of humans are known as Republicans, Democrats or Nazarenes,
Jerks and morons but this barely includes all human species by any means!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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