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I dream of you coming close to me making my motor
accelerate, you see, it fuels the fire that lingers.
Using your sexy sensual fingers, you slide your key
to unlock my sweet door, opening knocking you of your feet.
Captivated by my classy beauty and now obsolete, you slip in,
slump into my leather seat warming me up with your cheeks.
You find me physically ravishing, savoring my steering wheel and gear-stick
as you gently caress me lovingly. In utter temptation you thrust the key
into my ignition, depressing with your left foot on my clutch moving
my gear-stick out of gear before starting, pressing firmly on the
brake and clutch pedals to allure me to start and purr.
Before you back out, you can't help, but grab my mirror
to see how Foxy, you look behind my wheel.
11/9/2019
Poetry Contest: Metaphor Of Love
Sponsored by: Bobby May
All of me is open for review
every moment spent in time with you,
the wakening with the rise of the sun
washing, dressing, breakfast on the run,
warmly heated cars rushing off
driving along the pothole streets slough
a bumpy start then no paths to ride
smooth and steady glides,
stiff chairs and desks set prone
e-mails, urgent papers shown
the daily grind keeps us here
in the physical reality sphere;
but somewhere in the daily quests
there is an escape but little rest
as all the efforts I have made
slip in and out of the twilight shade
and this here and now is not the only parade;
my life exists throughout the days
finding refuge in the clouds at bay
here the senses ignite to send me reeling
exceeding seeing, hearing, tasting, touching, feeling,
it's an emotional flush
wrapped in imagination's rush
a virtual escape
why would you hesitate?
Slip up, slide in and out your personal shroud
to the virtual reality up in the cloud.
Terracotta dreams alight
in rising Roman aqueducts
slipping in twilight hours of the night
where mysterious Spanish memories are plucked;
a momentary plunge
with Hercules standing muscle-bound
from which olden images are hung
as winds rise without a sound;
a flare in dance upon the castle floors
to pray a prayer aloud
beyond grand cathedral doors
holding visions authentic to each crowd;
slip in and out the corridors of legacy
Segovia and Madrid, the old Alcazar,
where history lay in wait splendidly
and time marches on, near and far;
these are mere images that remain
to tell a story old yet true
by which history is framed
a place, a legend, a story not new;
let it rise, let it stay
mysteries laid in the past
while awe and beauty grace the day
and visions and dreams race fast.
Do you think of me when the night breeze touches your heart and the air welcomes your lungs to breathe
Do you breathe me in with every breath
That mixes chaos and serenity into your loins
Do you think of me as the moon demandingly says hello
And the cars brush off in the distance
While the crickets sing the lullaby of the night
Am i warmth and love as you see me through those gleaming shade of grey
Or is it fire and desire that creeps under your skin
Would you hold me close just to feel my heart beat into your soul
Or because it fuels your ache for more?
I wish i could feel myself through your eyes
And drown into the stagnant depth of your mind
Because these eyes are not weary, they do not speak and these hands are so very sturdy and sure
How can i ever know what you seek
What is it that you see
And can i ever penetrate this enigmatic heart
Will it ever let me pound its walls to set it free
I do not feel myself through you
And yet i feel it all inside of me
Cautious but reckless
And we both know recklessness leads into fear
You’d have it all right when it starts to slip in between your fingertips
So tell me with these eyes of grey
These lips that do not speak but devour you
These hands that hold you but for long
And for how much?
And with this heart thats always incognito
Tell me
Do i feel it all
Or do i stop the silent right before the storm.
Somewhere far beyond this faux grin I wear
lies the fault…in all of its lined fashion
Emptiness lingering on a sifted thought,
reaching for anything that resembles what we had
It appears on a thin white stripe, as a banner
of frightening horizontal access…merely a tap required,
and I freeze…wide eyed, glaring amongst holding pattern tears,
scared to death while revealing what waits…
There was a time when this occurrence
was that of a beautiful sunrise, a fresh cup of coffee
and my heart would skip a beat…now it stops, flat line,
daring me to breathe
As I read your words, over and over…and over again,
like a jagged line in the vinyl, spinning slowly,
bouncing back to the beginning, my eyes search,
longing for a phrase, a chance slip in the ink
Dissecting each italicized letter, I find
fonts of beauty delivering curlicue pain while
draping my heart with paragraphs of brocade fabric dreams
shredded and left out to dry…fading in the sun
Even looking away it still remains, staring back,
spelling out the fault…I see it and I hate it, for
like my faint refection in this lighted screen…
I recognize it…and it is me
I’d plow four rocky acres, maybe even five,
For a taste of the honey from my Honey’s hive.
No one spices the clover like my lover does
When we meet in the meadow and we buzz, buzz, buzz.
She’s a blue ribbon winner at the county show;
Sings a nice little number, ends in E-I-O.
She can flirt with the judges and they think it’s cute;
When she winks like a barn owl, they shout hoot, hoot, hoot.
Buzz, buzz, buzz, hoot, hoot, hoot.
Dance ‘round the hen house in a chicken suit.
Learn how to juggle, break an egg or two,
Then we’ll make rooster jealous when we doodle-do.
See the ducks swim in circles on the lily pond
And that one lonesome froggie in the mist beyond.
We can drop our pretensions (standing back-to-back),
Then we’ll slip in the water going quack, quack, quack.
I’m a ham-fisted farm boy, Sugar. Holy cow!
Got a stool and a bucket and I do know how.
We’ll have sweet cream and peaches once the milkin’s through,
When our lips come together and we moo, moo, moo.
Quack, quack, quack, moo, moo, moo.
Work like the devil with a pitchfork, too.
Warn all the pigeons we’ll be pitchin’ woo
When we meet in the hayloft and we coo, coo, coo.
With your winds that screech
Wild so wild your winds and words rip the curtains
Stretching to reach me in the dark with fingers
that entangle my hair
Tornado
Rip the furnace from the floor of my basement
your teasing tornado desires
You want me now?!
You have no right to be here
Yet you come
Tearing the shingles from my siding
Ripping the siding from my sacred walls
You tear down the columns
and pull apart the shutters
Can you not respect the building of canyons?
These are my walls
Who are you to ask the grand canyon to do anything but be magestistic
If you had never put your head to mine
Had you never remembered how I slip in like silver
beside you
Had I never silkened your body
as you silkened mine
We could forget
Be left feeling nothing...
But
Like an album scracted
We replay...even after the console has been donated
We are ghosts..making love in the ether
I want to forget you
But you replay
and I stagger and tear...every time I think of you
and
I do think of you
Over and over again
I am a record album with a scratch
Circling back
Round and round
to the time you said
This must be a slow burn kind of
Love
Rain falls on my back, small drops sliding into my eyes,
you hold my hand gently, “Does this feel okay?”
The tiny button on your shirt quivers under my touch,
grains of sand on the little stones beneath our feet slip in water.
You turn your head, shy, but your eyes speak more than words,
checking every movement, every breath I take.
The scent of wet earth mingles with smoke from wood in the yard,
you position yourself to protect me, without saying a thing.
I feel warmth in your arms, in each brief embrace,
yet the cold rain makes my heart beat faster still.
You ask the same questions again, softly,
“Is this comfortable for you?”
You don’t rush, you don’t force—
you guide me in every subtle motion, every small detail I had missed.
When I leave, your eyes still follow me,
a final touch, a little smile hidden in the shadows of rain.
Reflection
I chose this moment because it was the first time I opened my heart to another person, filled with a mix of excitement, shyness, and a little fear. The hardest line to write was “Does this feel okay?” because it is simple, yet carries all the weight of care and attentiveness, defining the tone of the interaction. In the first draft, I included the danger of bandits in the area, but I removed it to focus entirely on intimacy and gestures. I did not over-polish the reflection, allowing the process itself—the observing, feeling, and unspoken gestures—to remain raw and authentic. These subtle details are what give the poem its strength and sincerity, making the memory vivid and tangible.
STATIC STATE
Now I lie down to slip in sleep.
Forgotten love only to peep.
I can’t remember that moment,
Months, years passed, could not recollect.
Reminiscences drift and slip
Now I lie down to slip in sleep.
Her sudden glance flashed on my heart.
Passionate neurons were alert.
No other glances touched my mind.
Time advanced, I was left behind.
Now I lie down to slip in sleep.
My emotive urge sinking in creep.
I waited and waited so long.
My broken heart feigned to be strong.
I yearned for those glances so deep.
Now I lie down to slip in sleep.
01/24/21
First Place
'All Yours (Mar 19 ) Contest by Brian Strand
Dear God,
I wish to complain,
for the pain I have had in your name,
as the Master of all
it is really your call
to ensure that our life’s not in vain.
We believe you say “don’t live in sin”
but your actions leave you on a limb,
as example to all
all the things I recall
that you did made pure evil slip in.
Tell why you let my daughter die
tell why you removed my right eye
and to add further pain
just what was your game
when a cataract you then did try.
Oh I nearly forgot you decreed
and with cancer you planted the seed.
Did the piece of my arm
they removed to save harm
give Celestial pleasure indeed.
Thank heaven(?) for my fellow man
who has helped to preserve what I am.
For your every sick deed
to make my pain your creed.
was defeated in no way ‘you’ can.
So really as ‘Master of All’,
I’m complaining that you make the call
to treat all Mankind
in a way that’s not kind
with the things that on us you befall.
I would ask that you soon mend your ways
and listen as everyone prays
for a chance in this life
to be free of strife
and let all of us all see better days.
Dear God,
I worship your name
for helping me bear all the pain.
As the Master of all
it is on you that I call
when I feel that my life is in vain.
Although sometimes, I fall into sin,
it is you who then guides me within
and helps me recall
that there’s goodness in all
if you don’t let the evil slip in.
As my child’s loss made me want to cry,
in the pain as I lost my right eye,
when cancer found me
as they cut it free
it was your love that helped me get by.
And then when I near lost my sight
as a cataract gave cause for fright
with you ever near
I faced all my fear
as you helped the doctor put it right.
Thank Heaven for all of your care
that has helped me, my life to repair.
For whenever I’m sick
or I’m beat with a stick
it is then that I find you are there.
I worship you, Master of All
and will follow wherever you call
as you guide Mankind
from the evil we find
and on us all your blessing befall.
I know I should follow your way
and ask for the strength when I pray
to live good and true
and be more like you
from your pathway I never must stray.
Ivor G Davies