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Maybe tomorrow I say as I lift the garage doors
I do not want my neighbors to see this hovel
But one runs over to see if it is a garage sale
Before I can close it.
She points to something she wants.
I give it to her.
Another runs over to ask to borrow my lawnmower.
That frees up a space I could use to sort, out of the sun,
so I tell her, "Keep it as long as you like."
Some teenagers walk by and laugh, pointing.
I want to stick out my tongue, but that would be childish, right?
I do it any way.
They laugh harder.
My husband comes out. "Find any mice yet?"
This really makes me want to clean this mess.
I remember last summer when a bag started moving
And a fountain of mice rose to the top and flowed out
Running in all directions.
I close the garage.
Maybe tomorrow.
Or maybe not.
.
He was a kind of person that was good not to know
He'd mistreat all women and his wife especially so
She would hold her tongue and dream
some beach, some beach
some beach__________somewhere
Drinking Margaritas and watching a beautiful scene
Some beach, some beach,
Drinking Margaritas
Somewhere
Sponsor: Black Eyed Susan
Contest: Abuse
Written: 5/10/2013
There is a new song out or at least I have not heard it until lately..So this is using their same play on words..It is not orginal and I can't take full credit..Sara
The lake has its own orchestrated acoustics.
The quaking of oboes and the bassoon-ing honks
of a skein of geese
conduct a loosely scored morning air.
Rustling reeds chime in fluted stems,
a wind section throats through its hollow notes,
and then there is you.
you who hesitantly strum
within each lip-breathing earshot
nevertheless
your strings are tuned high
to the vibrating moment.
All this ‘a cappella’ is inside you now
like a chick cracking though its own eggshell.
You look around your shoulders
searching for the composer
see nothing, only a naught that imagines
paused fingertips above a keyboard.
Will you sing now or depart unfinished?
The ensemble of the assembled
has left.
You can try again
when your inner metronome
is less bolted to its mechanical tongue,
but for a time
harmony nest elsewhere.
HER
the chains —
roses tied ‘round hands and feet,
apple-scented la forza del destino.
the buds claw down her back,
send shivers down her spine,
her head climaxed —
delicate, her perfumed breath.
the thorns gently nibble at her neck,
the wine it draws,
the tongue collects.
HIM
his waist, she grips
with everlasting rose-hips,
the crystal chalice overflows
with deliciousness.
full blossoms, of golden pressed
like a prisoner’s garb unto his chest.
he heaves so hard, suffocating
beneath this veneer of tremulous beauty.
Together
they beg to be released,
their vines intertwined
and fate interjects
with wounds of perspiring lips
solicited to one another
in a kiss of bon chance.
liberated to master their winded flutes
of cherry parfait served with
whipped cream.
7/2/2019
Contest: Slave to Love
Sponsor: John Hamilton
La forza del destino - The power of fate
Bon chance - Good luck
Cherry Parfait - also a type of rose
Melancholy days, listless, all through
Then, out of the blue,
A comment comes along to cheer you
My friends, I feared I had reached the end
Those words, once so lively and hale
Now crumble, numb, on my tongue
Tasteless and stale
Repetitive rut, creative gangrene
(Seriously, how many similes
for sunsets can there be?)
No flair to wear, no colors seen
Then kindness, unexpected, left in a note
A flicker, stirring, a melody spoke
Your remarks can mean more than they seem
A trickle, then sparks into a flowing stream
So when the page is blank, the well is dry
With a little help from my friends to get by
Perhaps - I can give it - one more try.
10/04/19
Once in a while
I say no
But you are so seductive
and dangerous
The taste of you ...
You are melting
on my tongue
A pleasure
of love
On the surface you are so sweet
Your inner self is frozen
Even if you
are cold
you warm
my heart
A little kiss
my hot lips
become numb
I taste you
with greed
Bits bit of you
Just a little
Sweet taste in my mouth
Close my eyes
Enjoy ...
Do you want to taste
my delicious
strawberry ice cream
12.06.2014
A-L Andresen :)
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Such a gorgeous peach is she,
With luscious eyes fixed on me!
Skin so fair, lips full and red,
Somebody slap me, I can't be dead!
She's headin' this way, with mistletoe in hand,
I'm all yours baby, I wanna be your man!
I'm gettin' pretty nervous, about to drop my cup,
She grabs me by the shirt & says,..."Get ready, pucker up!"
My heart skips a beat, it sings a new song,
She sticks out her tongue, damn, it's awful long!
She's not a good kisser, how bad is it gonna get?
Somebody bring a bib, my shirt's sloppy wet!
I wake up in my bed, after sleepin' like a log,
Would you believe, I was kissin' my dog?!
Join me with glee in my marvelous baby educational spree
To study human body, also called anatomy
Midst simple biology along humble theology:
Praising God* for being disease-free, praying for His nod-decree.
Tantalizing eyes I have to witness against vandalizing guys
Nose to smell the awesomely nice – oh, "wowsomely" fries
Mouth that will soon beauteously advise midst the odiously unwise
Tongue thriving for truth to rise, striving despite lies.
I thank God for a relieved heart pressure thru my Mom's care-gesture
Relaxing neck pleasure follows good spine posture
My stomach in love’s enclosure shows my Dad's hand aid-feature
Likewise, I enjoy hair-smoothing leisure midst head rub’s stature.
I thank and praise God since I can stretch and shake my quirky feet
With my parents' help, I can bend my knees as I take my seat
While they tickle my toes along fellowship-heat
Their warm love thrills me; "good day, Sweet, Baby" they greet!
*Psalm 139:14 "I will praise thee; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made: marvellous are thy works; and that my soul knoweth right well."
October 23, 2018
Fully edited on January 18, 2019
1st place "Baby Face What's You THINKIN'" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by James Edward Lee Sr.; judged on 2/5/2019.
There comes a time in my life when I have to admit I’m a failure
I speak with forked tongue, I simply can’t hide it
Yesterday I made a promise and I’ve broken it again
Are my marriage vows now heading down the drain
I will confess I was tempted by its exotic allure
But I’m an orchidaholic there is simply no cure
Went shopping tonight and to my delight
On a stunning orchid my eyes did alight
I looked at my husband and he could see what I could see
Then he climbed up and got it down off the shelf for me
Dived into his wallet and this time he paid
Guess this time my marriage has been saved
But twenty one orchids is where I must stop
Or I will be banned for life from every orchid selling shop
Jan Allison
30th July 2014
Dear uncle, what can I say at the twilight of my life
about the things you did to me
About a time of my youth when I could barely talk,
let alone write poetry
We were family so I was told
as they gave away my bedroom
and accommodated you and your entire family
Backbone and boundaries words yet to be tasted
on a little girls silent muted lips...
I slept on a broken cot in the living room
with my cousin Nina
while you got to sleep in my soft bed.
I was the offspring of your wife's brother,
did that not mean anything to you ?
You pressed your old lips on hers
told her she tasted good
you made her weep
and cry, run away
and hide
Silent secrets festered
between you and I
You, an immigrant pedophile
who knew not the meaning of family
nor decency ...
Dear uncle,
You pressed my young lips with your salty ones
taking my innocence while mom lay on a hospital bed
miles away from home.
My other body guard, father and hero
was busy in the cellar,
funneling sweet wine to serve your bitter belly.
I tried to tell mom ages later beneath outstretched stars
but she said God spared her the knowledge
for she couldn't have handled the knowing, back then
as if it was all about her and not me.
Too bad God didn't spare that little girl uncle,
was she not worth it ? heh
At twelve years of age I picked up a pen
and I wrote about what I couldn't speak of
yes, I became a poet thanks to you !
I turned to verse like a hungry beast
with her tongue cut out.
As you lie in your grave,
do you remember the child in me?
do you recall the warm baths
you were denied access to ?
Thank God mom came home
and you and your entire family moved out
Do you remember that stone face girl with
the sepulcher mouth that said
that spoke with her eyes only, " keep out "
Do you remember me, Uncle G ?