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Wolfs Fist
Wolfs Fist rode
On a purple toad
In the land of
The Giant Red Eft
He was a froggy young buck
With astounding good luck
To find young love
In the lake
He was on his way
To play in the bay
With a lovely undine
Named Caroline
They danced and
Made love under
The Moon above
Upon a Midsummer time
The crickets called out
In a merry loud shout
To see a frog dance
Without any pants
They slept on a bed
Of cat tail heads
Under shimmering
Crystalline skies
I'll be back at nine
Said Caroline
As they dined on a breakfast
Of snails
She promised more of the same
Of their steamy love game
As Wolfie stared
Into her eyes
May I borrow your toad
I never have rode
A steed so
Purple and big
They hugged and
They kissed
She rode off in the mist
Never to be seen again
Wolfie walked home alone
As the silver Moon shone
Promising never
To love
Anther slippery water sprite
In the middle of the night
Or loan her
His purple toad
DC Jordan 9-10-2026
Steamy daylight seeps into
flesh, bone brick and drywall.
It’s late July
and a large fly is trapped
between the curtain and the hot window.
I can’t tell if it’s angry, desperate, or confused;
the buzz is intermittent, the pauses
lulls of restoration, or instincts in abeyance.
Maybe it just forgets to be anything.
I wonder if its purpose was decreed
before its short life?
The plan pronounced,
breathed into the embryonic grub
by a divine resolve?
It’s mission:
to eat the dead things of the earth,
bury its body in the rot,
the waste and heat of corruption?
Then to fly on
despoiling the despoiled,
maggoting the future.
Will the fly, on judgement day,
be called to confess the sin
of being caught
between sultry glass and fabric,
where the sun sears and strafes;
its purpose uncompleted?
And shall I, on that day of judgement,
be mystically sprayed
into a similar chemical silence?
Once our love was like hot glowing embers,
torrid, sultry and heated were our days and nights.
Your touch lit my very soul,
our lovemaking sizzling and steamy;
and our hearts entwined intense and fierce, and then
this love died like ashes and faded
into cold dead embers.
Our love turned and became frosty,
gentleness became a snowy avalanche.
Bone-chilling words clashed,
and love like icy snowflakes fell;
frigid snow storms filled our days and nights, until
a great snow drift divided us, and then
love, was just gone . . .
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January 4, 2018
Poetry/Verse/Love Gone Cold
Copyright Protected, ID 18-9801-43-01
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
Submitted to the contest, A Stunner January 2018
sponsor, Line Gauthier
Second Place**
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Written for the contest, Embers and Snowflakes
sponsor, Anthony Slausen, Judged, January 26, 2018 - NA
In her lifetime, a cow produces
Two hundred thousand glasses of milk
Wow, she must be a total wreck
After a hundred I surely would wilt
Your average domestic cat bombs along
At about thirty-one miles an hour
Especially if that old family dog, Rover
Is attempting her hide to devour
Did you know that a young George W
Was once a cheerleader in college
I'll bet your life is now finally complete
Since learning this choice bit of knowledge
People spend over three and a half years
Whiling away their time on the can
Headstones should be shaped like toilet bowls
And also be equipped with a fan
There's a town in PA called Intercourse
I wonder what prompted the townsfolk
To call their town such a provocative name
Was it just their idea of a joke
Studies show most Australian women
Will have sex on the very first date
Booking my ticket tomorrow morning
Heard the climate there is great
The favourite place next the bedroom
Is having steamy sex in a car
I'm writing this poem from the back seat
Of my gorgeous Nissan GT-R
A thousand birdies die each year
From smashing headlong into windows
Sure not the smartest of God's little creatures
Just one step up from a minnow
Okay, just one more of these silly facts
Then I really must take my leave
You're able to lose weight just smelling bananas
Got a million more up my sleeve!
© Jack Ellison 2013
October 15, 2013
The three of us shared
many things in life,
as best friends often do.
Then slithered in a serpent
who wanted us all three
I was first to be seduced
Never mentioned him to
the other two;
He was my best kept secret.
Though little did I know,
that when he left me
with steamy dreams;
He had slipped also into
their chamber's of love.
Leaving me filled with
a wanting and a longing
for more of his touch.
Most men would be
attracted to us all-
We'd been friends for so long-
We had become each other.
Never in a million years could we -
nor would we-out of loyalty
knowingly, share a lover;
Unless we had decided too.
But what next did we discover ?
Unbeknownst to us we had been
beguiled-by this charming creature
who had visited us all with his spell
This time we did not kiss and tell.
This slidian intoxicated us
and left our eyes shining
with a lust filled gleam.
The day came,when
we could no longer contain
the excitement of our secret budreaux'
As each of us began to
describe the same man to each other,
at first we were stunned-then we started
to compared details with one another.
As the story unfolded
we began to laugh;
And vowed from then on
we would always reveal
our newest conquest.
Since we all have had a part
or him-and we three best friends -
Had never bargained for this contest.
Avowed to keep secrets no more.
The plot to share him was in flight-
to overtake him that night.
As he came through the door
we all took a bite..
Him-We devoured !
Until there was nothing left-
Except a story to tell
The Ballard of the"White Snake"
Had now become but a delicious
metaphor in our luscious mouths.
Ah, I remember those smashing
days when I was dancing till dawn!
Refusing to be a workforce pawn.
It left no lines, but painted a smile on my face!
I enjoyed the joy, the people-peppered life.
Marvelously, frenzied, frenetic pace.
Being wild,did agree with me.
Life, for me, was so far, far more wondrous,
Than a posh,expensive, one- time cruise at sea.
Confetti-like, touching , steamy romances.
Meeting eccentric people from all nations
Learning, international, amazing dances.
Most people's lives follow a boring straight line.
Mine was and still is an escalating spiral path
Of colored, metallic, ribbons rising to the sky.
Nothing about it was ever dull norever orthodox.
I cherished each hour never did I once.
Run my life by societal rules or the face of a clock!
Full of international sounds andjoyous souls.
What a great life God has given gave me!
Now these joyous times with pen,I can transpose!
A free soul,I am till the day that Iexpire.
But perhaps~God might send me a spare tire?
A few more Bossa Nova years to
be with you.
In harmony and rhythm, just more
Samba and going to Rio!
March 6, 2024
Laughing loons calling to you
Blood red eyes diving deeper
Until they surface, bellies full and fat
Salt and pepper feathers dance in the sun
Gliding past sound sleeping cedars on shore
The lake sitting still like glass
Under steamy morning breathe
Hiding from the sun rays streaking down soft
Spring time cold, in the height of summer days
Crystal clear and deep, bottom disappears
Surrounded in dense forest
Humming summer melodies
Peat moss beneath the shadows of tall pines
Blanket to the rock basement of the woods
Nature’s curtain it wraps around the lake
Few people ever visit
Only the lucky ones do
Escape to drift upon calm clear waters
Troll for lake trout while basking in the sun
Silent they observe nature’s sweetest gifts
Think heaven is over head?
Or, perhaps right here instead
March 24, 2018
The steam off from her coffee,
Was clouding her shades,
When she hinted it to me,
No free lunches -
Everyone pays.
A thousand naked stories,
And this - just one of them days,
But I was just another blind match,
As I smiled my famous phrase.
I dreamt that she now lay upon her satin blue,
Called me, 'Hey babe, over here',
Well I drowned in her smile, but
She's knowing as I look around this cafe,
Everyone pays,
Oh yeah, everyone pays
Well I don't wanna' waste oh my whole life,
Figuring Eve's mind -
No mind, but
How much baby for your time?
How much you empress for your time?
Got to know., for another hour,
Of your time.
Yes, that steam off from her coffee,
Was clouding her shades,
When she hinted it to me -
No free lunches - there I knew...
Everyone pays.
Begins with Rupert Bear,
Until that was found too square;
The Just William came on the scene,
But soon became a childish has-been.
Youth-filled reading,a melanged mix,
Biggles & squadron,sixty-six;
The hero,Algy & Ginger against the hun,
Adventures that made him number one.
Onto Enid's Famous Five,
Long before PC, could deprive;
Julian,Anne George & Rick
In books,fast moving and slick.
Growing into mid-teens,
And weekly,Hollywood magazines;
Adolescence & steamy Jansen,
As puberty surfaced,so sudden.
The adult library then opened wide,
Answering questions,none could hide;
So many books read,good,poor & rotten,
MInd-blowing but ,so cosmopolitan.
I'll curse the letters of TIM HORTONS
to always draw me in.
The thought of flavored Timbits calling
freshly from within.
Their steamy cup of coffee brewed
to wash them down in gulp.
Where flavor's more for chewing up
than swallowed down in pulp.
The tables hard to anything
for holding arms at rest.
Relaxing from the surface of
to help your food digest.
Where panning through the area
will make you feel at ease.
The comfort of the people there
to satisfy and please.
The time going by too quickly
for the need to up and go.
Where fear of what your leaving there
means something more to know.
A disappointing moment
of a curse to keep in mind.
Though thoughts of soon returning
mean to others of your kind.