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There is no need for titles
forced as some may be.
Random thoughts and observances
frequently pervade these pages
and make their way across the kibes
diminishing their reality.
Meager and frail representations
of what lies deeply imbedded
and well hidden in the heart
waiting patiently to be seen.
The external world's obsession of being busy every day
running here, running there
doing this and that
so that true beauty, feeling and emotion are lost.
The simple things survive
a gentle tender kiss, the soft caressing touch of hands,
a long lost endearing look speak
without the words or titles.
**Edible Delight**
Terzanelle
I crave her culinary delight
Hungry, her dish served over wine.
I crave her culinary delight
My senses tingle when she whines.
Short and busty, I am lusting
Hips and curves, sublime as I dine.
Bursting with pleasure, adjusting.
Free agent signed a one night deal.
Short and busty, I am lusting
Innocence with much sex appeal.
Charming this vivacious hostess.
Free agent signed a one night deal.
Exploring on reconnaissance
this mission is almost complete.
Charming this vivacious hostess,
with an ass good enough to eat.
I crave her culinary delight,
this mission is almost complete.
I crave her culinary delight!
Triple Senryu
Manicured fingers
perfectly pedicured toes
moans, sultry whimpers
Green eyes glazed over
motionless in ecstasy
ready for round three!
Tanned legs quivering
bed sheets now rest on the floor.
Enough? I want more!!
Jared Pickett
2/22/2014
Asavvy1
Blueberry colored quilt has its charm
Snuggling under it trying to be warm
I hear an airplane buzzing boisterously
Up above do they feel the fall breeze
Carolina blue sky soon to host stars
Wondering if life is present on Mars
Thoughts of space fill the violet void
Not watching tv today like an android
Feeling my peace in the queen bed
Beginning to breathe feeling red
Warmth from the covers such a treat
Maybe a lover will come warm me
October starts at Septembers end
The seasons flow like crisp white wind
I’ll take notice of the weather change
Looking forward to light fall rain
The orange glow of the setting sun
tattoos the horizon and the day is done
hours of burdens and rewards subdued
to allow for a walk in solitude
Sleep fades into random thoughts
attempts at meditation all are nought
reflections embellish gratitude
to allow for a walk in solitude
The radiance of a golden sunrise
lauds another day to idealize
a renewal of tremendous multitude
to allow for a walk in solitude
Individuality of choice dispersion
inevitably belongs to that person
mercy a need in great magnitude
to allow for a walk in solitude
August 5, 2018
August 6, 2018 - For Your Poetry Journal Contest
By Dear Heart a.k.a. Broken Wings
Fourth Place
August 7, 2018 - August 2018 Premiere Contest
By Brian Strand
Fourth Place
Words are slowly entered into computer word processors
Words are slowly photocopied into ebooks as are magazines, newspapers
Disappearing into text messages, faxes, emails _
Soon every one will have to use an electronic device to reach words...
What if?___Satellites start to fall from the sky...
What if?___The satellites images fail; no longer reach earth?
What if?___Total black out from the satellites?
Will people be able to communicate with each other..
Or won't they have a clue as how to speak to their fellowman?
Just some really weird random thoughts that has been bouncing in my head__
By Edmund Siejka
My wife is downstairs
Reading a book
While I lie in bed
With the night light on
She waits for silence
Before tiptoeing upstairs
To turn off the lights.
Tonight I am restless
Getting up
I open the blinds
Ever so slightly
Across the way
Soft street lights
Throw a peaceful arc
Illuminating
Only what is in its path
In the night
I stare into darkness
And think of my wife.
Everyone has secrets
What dreams
Did she leave behind
On her journey as wife
Mother
Cook
Nurse
Chef and
Peace maker?
We have been married
Thirty one years
Experienced love
Told white lies
Had children
Paid bills
Had good times
And bad times
Felt fear and tenderness
Been busy
Lived through boredom
And
Forgave and forgot.
I see her
Sitting downstairs
Like a Princess
Descended from ancient royalty
Book in her lap
Deep in thought
Hearing the floorboards creak
Above her
She knows it's me
Shuffling around
Keeping her place
On the paragraph just finished
She sits still
Waiting for me to fall asleep
Then tiptoeing upstairs
She will turn off the lights.
G r a p h i t e feasts the eyes
ink then bleeds its overall
as permanence sets
polygons paralleled upon
rhombus obtuse oblivion
spirals splash with ecstasy
flames coiled cool
these are my designs
in my logic language labyrinth,
an off-centered photo meticulously placed
a pastel pink do-rag envelopes
a crack of a smile,
it softens the serious sudden
random thoughts race in a maze
buried in the subconscious
of a blind mind however
strange is the quiet way time blurs
the face of who was your whole world
the mind quenches the blaze
of a smoke show,
not flesh nor bone,
lost connections &lasting impressions
no longer my existence
Feverishly turning, searching
a forgotten face
at times, in late light,
your outline returns not clear,
only the hush of someone
I once knew by heart
I still reach for in dreams
I stand beside its quiet flame,
loving what remains
of a face my heart still knows
the blind mind forgets, the heart doesn’t
an imago of us gone
over time, as yours of mine
trails no traces, no sensing
what do you see when you close your eyes?
With no mind’s eye
recognize me in the clouds
picture me in stars
and if nothing else
here is a photo without its photographer
without its frame
without the certainty of forever
&eternity’s reveries
I’ve turned my back to our reality
the violet leaves its fragrance
following the hand that had crushed it
the forget-me nots
bouquets of petals plucked
forgiveness is that fragrance shed
The young lad left his Mother's hearth when he was seventeen.
There was adventure beyond the far horizon, so much to be seen.
Her only son to distant realms and o'er the seas did roam;
Now he wearily trudged along the moonlit country road to home.
From afar he saw a candle in the window casting its mellow glow.
It beckoned him to the humble cottage he had left so long ago.
'Twas Home! Home!, the most beautiful mansion in the world!
He paused and mused as about him precious memories swirled.
He dropped his duffel and leaned upon the sagging fence,
To capture the moment and his random thoughts condense.
There, framed in the window was Mother with hair of snowy white,
Reading her dog-eared Bible by the flickering candlelight.
He recalled her parting words, "God go with you son;
I'll light a candle to guide you home when your bourne is done."
As he gazed upon her so serene, o'er him many emotions swept;
Recalling her tender love, his shoulders shook as he quietly wept.
He swept his frail Mother in his arms as he reached the door,
Saying, "Your wayward son is home, Mom, a-roaming never more!"
All roads lead somewhere, but the happiest road of all,
Is that which leads to home, be it mansion great or cottage small.
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
Placed No. 8 in Linda-Marie's "Razzle Dazzle" Contest - April 2011
My mind wanders down empty hallways
Looking to find the land of slumber
Sleep elusive there is no gateway
There are no sheep for me to number
My mind is trapped in gooey darkness
Looking to find the land of slumber
The clock ticks as a quiet witness
It's wretched hands torturing my brain
My mind trapped in gooey darkness
Random thoughts fall on me like the rain
The past a spectre grabs for my throat
It's wretched hands torturing my brain
Sleep was once pleasant like a sweet note
Future was filled with possibility
The past a spectre grabs for my throat
Sleepless is my new reality
My mind wanders down empty hallways
Future was filled with possibility
Sleep elusive there is no gateway
Originally written for
Contest by Leonora Galinta
"Sleepless Nights"
Decided to enter free verse version instead.
A witch flits and twists through the indigo mist,
Her spells go berzerk because of a broken wrist.
She wants to retire but can't, she needs full benefits,
On most days Hilda pouts and has exaggerated fits.
Sometimes she desires to take a relaxing vacation,
waves her wand and she's still at the same station.
To her having magic powers is really not all that,
one day she tried to turn herself into a pink cat.
Instead of becoming a cat, she became cat/witch,
Spell wore off in two days, it had to be some glitch.
Halloween is coming and she wants a new costume,
Hilda wants to be just a mortal lady without the broom.
9-17-19
Inspired by the " Welcome To My Random World Poetry" Contest