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Summer Soul-tice

I feel your warm embrace this summer day.
Out naked and awaiting your caress.
To burn with hot desire - while I lay
My heart and soul are yours now to possess.

We touch and mingle, soon we will entwine.
I’ll beg for more and want you deep within.
Connected, I am yours and you are mine
Our climax high shall reach once we begin.

I know you’ll not abandon me at will,
For we are like two lover’s - newlywed.
My racing heart for you is never still.
As I stretch out again on my sunbed.

My love for Summer’s sun is no mistake.
There’s nothing better than a hot sunbake.

I am not amused

Where did I get these grandma hands?
Yesterday I was sixteen
Driving my first car
A Ford I bought from Joey K
I blew the doors off it

My skin is mottled; I look like a distorted giraffe
One who is limping a little and needs a walker in the winter
When arthritis in his ankles flare up

When did my neck get these unsightly rings?
Yesterday I was nineteen, a newlywed,
A young mother,
Yesterday it was 1972

Time is a cruel trickster
Age is its sidekick
I am not amused

tom cat gets wedding cake in face

Tom cat got a bunch of wedding cake smeared in his face
By six ex-wives who thought he was a grooming disgrace.
Always marrying someone else, a sleezy one this time too.
This was meowed by wife number six, I think her name was Boo.

Who invited them? Tom yelped out with a disdained screech.
He was interrupted by wife five’s not so very nice speech.
His sixty-five kittens surrounded their marrying dad.
You are not a good groom, one of them said. You are a cad.

The marriage had not been consummated yet, so this was the time.
For the newlywed bride to turn and run away from this slime.
Instead, she wiped the wedding cake off of his face.
And said “He is number seven for me, and not any disgrace.”

A Limerick for Saint Patrick's Day, 2024

A young newlywed colleen from Clones*
Surprised her husband with freshly baked scones.
Said the hubby, named Keith,
"Dear, I don't mean to beef,
But my teeth are more suited to biscuits than stones."

*A small town in Western County Monaghan, Ireland.


                              !!!Happy Saint Patrick's Day, P S!!!

Newlywed fix'er

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          Pouting
         day long
   Save mine arrive

Smiling in the settee
        hern cute

            limp



*shadang; there'z the sum who missed this
                (this be the double entendre) like-
                wise, as for mineself, there'z surly
                no indecent within this write..okay,
                risque'  ,)

knowing more than anyone knows

a leisurely spring day with a friendly southernly wind from the west
I hang from an oak tree nearly hitting my round chin on my flat chest
from homes  of unsuspecting neighbors, I hear dainty titters and more.
doddering Mrs. McCollough left for rancid happy foods grocery store.

bullish Rutherford rerun, the angry wife throws out all his same stuff.
he kicks the set kitchen table over before leaving in an angry loud huff.
i am enthusiastically spying in my unassuming upside-down pose.
Super confident that I now know much more than anyone knows.

nose reports Mr Clerkoff is baking a raspberry cobbler again - yum!
ears relay newlywed wife has her puppy dog groom well under her thumb. dangling fingers gently touch the soft dew born grass; I am relaxed too.
if you have not had this kind of gleaning education, I feel sorry for you.

A Lady and a Pillow

A lady and a pillow

I read about a woman who, when going abroad
takes a pillow from her bedroom, one with printed flowers
and smells of yesterday’s shampoo and rinse
not a silly little heart-shaped pillow was given to 
the newlywed with a knowing wink and smarmy smile
 so, what do I know about anatomy or the structure 
of a skeleton?
The lady with her cushion doesn’t stay in the youth motel
 but a proper hotel, where they say: “Does the madam 
like a cup of tea? She sweetly smiles, wishing the question 
had been of a sultry nature
The roaming woman visits art galleries and museums
 dines at a nice restaurant that has white tablecloths
 wide chairs and soft music
“Does the madam like dessert?” She sweetly smiles, but
wishes the question had been daring, what she whispers
to the pillow.

Renascence

All but vanished but now revivified 
The old stone mansion...
Where the last surviving member of the rich family died 

New grown roses lie there abed 
Pink for women, yellow for gents... 
For children, orange and red 

The family cemetery remains- in which all who have passed 
Old and moss covered 'cept the old man "Luther's" 
'Cause he died...the last  

Refurbished with paint- the old mansion looks new 
There's a stone plaque on the new lawn 
A remembrance- for all the friends they once knew 

A new family resides there now- known as the "Proctor's" 
A newlywed couple... 
Whose both parents were doctors 

The wife is a painter, the husband is a hard-working roofer 
Her name is "Rose" 
His name is "Luther" 


This or That, Vol 14 Poetry Contest 
Sponsor- Edward Ibeh 
10/25/2022

Cotton Ball Cloud

A cotton ball cloud drifting overhead
Suddenly becomes a miniature poodle,
Then dancing slowly, like a newlywed
Becomes a pompom for Yankee Doodle.

Disappearing like an aloof desert mirage
In an updraft completely unexpecting
Silently pours upward in a sudden barrage
Invisible danger in nature unsuspecting.

Vanishing, as we say, into cold thin air.
No longer discernible to our naked eyes
Who goes where high-flying clouds dare 
When they choose to blithely vaporize.

From whence they come, what shape
They show us for our imaginary games
We who marvel at them, mouths agape
We seldom even know their real names. 

Written May 31, 2021

Potting Shed

Seven years
I’ve tucked ‘em away
Seven years
Been hoarding it all
Seven years
For a rainy day
Seven years
Better get on the ball

Potting shed, potting shed
Gonna build me a potting shed
Potting shed, potting shed
Tears to the eyes of the newlywed
Potting shed, potting shed
Joy in the garden and all the beds
Potting shed, potting shed
Planting and potting, that’s what she said

A fool and his barns
In the back of my mind
A fool and his barn
Been storing too much
A fool and his barns
Lord’s words weren’t kind
A fool and his barns
His possessions a crutch

The one barn is full now
Seen this coming with dread
With all that I’ve hoarded
Need to  build me that shed
Better keep this one smaller
Don’t build bigger, He said
Hope my life’s not required
See the dawn here instead

Don’t assume, and don’t presume
Just because you’re making room
Might be building your very own tomb
But springtime’s coming, get ready to bloom

Not Thrilled To Wed

The photographer did not have to tell this bride and groom to not smile.
He had not photographed such a dour newlywed couple ever in his life.
The man looked totally miserable, as did his unhappy looking wife.
They both looked angry, upset, and totally uptight.
The photographer thought this might be a dismal wedding night.

Salvations Arrival-

Aggravated assault;
Innocent bystanders screaming what's up;
And the bridal cup;
Newlywed burning bed;

Observation;
Destination;

Destitution arrival;
Glorious survival;
And the funeral march;
Does not start;

You have a mission;
Through your the the derision;
Innervision intervention;
You often mention;

Destination;
Observation

Repentance sinner;
Mercy Grace now makes me a winner;
Embraced a new warmth now a new choice;
Father God has given me His Son;

Now rebirth and born again;
Satan lost God has won;
Mercy Grace all over the place
Destination observation turn my life around now I'm homeward bound;


Salvations arrival;
Has me a survival;

Juxtaposition 2: a Berceuse and a Waltz

UXTAPOSITION 2
Berceuse for a Deceased Loved One
So many walk, 
eyes cast downward,
Draped in black,
Bruised and battered
By the sting of death.
Their loved one placed
Among the community
Of the non-living, who
Will now attend
To their future needs.

Waltz for a Newlywed Couple
Across the town,
Faces lift skyward,
Adorned in white,
Young love’s promises
Dreams to be fulfilled,
And new life generated.
They take their place
In the community
Of the living, who
Will now attend
To their future needs.

Zed Ed Ned Ted and Mrs Ked

My dad is bigger than yours she said.
It made me mad; I wished she was dead.
Took my anger to my Uncle Ned.
He started laughing, happy instead.

Most serious now, sick in my head,
Ran to my cousin, Goofball named Zed.
He chased me off, his face spitball of red.
With laughter shaking his feather bed.

I decided to sit in my little she-shed.
Devoured Ritz crackers ‘til I was fed.
Refused to talk to my Uncle Ted.
Who was spitting a story about Brother Ed.

I rode off on my purple and pink Moped.
Had an accident, needed bandage and a med.
The nurse who helped me was named Mrs. Ked.
Beautiful, she was a recent newlywed.

My dad is bigger than yours she said.
I was shocked for a second, but then I read
A book, settled down, no longer in my head.
Seeing the humor of Ed, Zed, Ned and Ted.

The Lily Pond

(For my father)



It was ahead.

The tight path lead there,
tangled with arms and boughs,
leaves and veins.

He heard the dogs
yapping, swirling, exhorting-
The Brittany, he ran with as a child when his father hunted.
The Cocker Spaniel, with him on teenage nighttime missions.
The Setter, waiting for him to come back from Korea.
The Lab, his confidant as a newlywed.

At its edge he stood.
There was no sound now
just still air
and smooth black water.
The dogs were off,
again. Quiet.
 
Where shall I leave my shoes?
he thought.
   I will leave them, here for you.
A far bark. Another.

A nothing.

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