The Look Is Fast As The Speed of Light
I got the look!
Instantaneous…eyes snap sidewise faster than the speed of light…
Freeze tag pinned in place…
Duh da da duh… I'm in trouble, blown something…
No question… no room for doubt… Yet not really…
Dad's unique cue… falling in between traditional parenting cracks… Straddling between discipline and time to nip this one in the bud…
That I can't believe _____ (fill in the blank) … I'm annoyed… to… well.. fits almost any category
A genetic predisposition… or inheritance?
Who cares? I got it! It's mine!
The girls got the look…
Doug. He's more than a worthy mention. Countless outcries… Don't give me the look!
Too late, once you said “don't” ….it's fait accompli!
Sherry Barton
May 10, 2024
Ardor feels are divine
Bodies erotically entwine
Caresses eagerly connect
Desires meet to intersect
Emotions feed passion
Fondlings sassy fashion
Gasps praise movement
Hearts pump excitement
Intimate whispers tingle
Joining lips mingle
Kisses feed desire
Loins share ardor’s fire
Moving hips enthuse
Needy bodies fuse
Outcries express zeal
Pleasure pulses appeal
Quenched libidos slake
Ravenous wants take
Silk sensuality grooves
Tantalize rhythm moves
Unleashed hunger plunders
Velvet kisses thunder
Waves ebb and flow pleasure
Xanadu houses flesh treasure
Yearnings flame with lust
Zing intensifies thrust
Where have you been
Darkened with uncertainty
No place to be found
Chanted spiritual songs within one’s encouraging thought
I need to be free
I pray to thee
Thunder raw
Lightening outburst
Slavery was hard and tormented
Beaten and torn
Sunrises being a forbidden rise
Working on those cotton fields
Plantation ordeals for real
Wounds showing the many rebels
Trapped in a prohibited society
No pity
Freedom only a thought
Praying and constant praying
Singing upon singing
The slaves hope surrounded up in Heaven
Numerous cries heard
In 1862, the Emancipation Proclamation was documented, and Freedom became the word’s that Afro-Americans needed to hear
No more worry some of fear
It took place in Galveston, Texas
Years upon years of denial
Not knowing where nor if
Heaven the many outcries
Crisis finally came to an end
Freedom, Freedom, Freedom
From Slavery life into the light of the earthly kingdom
Sacrifice proven
Land’s wisdom
Dwell doers
The raw of thankful emotion
Smooth breezes and calm oceans
Life was and will be worth living
The call for Freedom
Emancipation at its best
In the valley, one has been moaning considerably, extensive
for an amount of time, these constraints have possession of
one's emotions, affairs, and partnerships from all walks of
life, there will be chronicles of ups and downs, profits, and losses.
Ya'll it's been immeasurably a refutable volume of time, it's
becoming apparently, one is emerging, circulating fully of
fervor, hyperventilating, brims over, sobs echoes, screamingly
outcries, one's coming out of these days of low frequencies
treading the valleys.
iPhone Maniacs
crankshaft tendencies secure a brace of sly meatballs
truth daggers entice the worm girls with petite pastas
creature lilacs uproot themselves for pink dippity-do gels
white nylon ghost legs roam outer space in latex leotards
metacarpal syringes find porous outcries in the gloaming
crankshaft tendencies welcome the tilted exonerations
iPhone maniacs fondle frothing bananas mindlessly now
demon spiders ooze inside the crawlspaces wanting meat
cross-eyed priestesses suck on wax candles in the vestibule
black-robed choirs sing hangover music to the dribbling
rock music annihilations played by stoned dudes in shades
temples and taverns shake as the truth daggers hit earth
now the worm girls are dancing with the iPhone maniacs
Stone for stone, this raised grandeur
With the mountain's contends.
Beauty, austere. With both hiding
Terror's own face within!
One's stormy past of fierce-struck
Outcries, most barbarous
Wolf-sharp, flashingly echoed
Afar stormed; elked and roed.
No treaty is negotiable with the eager viral assassin.
Doubt the truth of gossip. What’s sadder than the unreasonable sucker?
Tribal outcries and worldly conceits are not impenetrable refuges.
May you all be sheltered and safe and may modern alchemy protect you.
May you have what you need and be happy.
We will rise or fall together.
Tick-tock of a clock lasts a fraction of moment,
Yet, makes me cognizant of the moments potent;
The dewdrop that glistens from the tip of a leaf,
Though its life is a second or minute so brief...
The mayfly lives, kissing the lamp, a day or less,
Yet, that makes itself as happy as none could guess;
Fruit fly survives fourteen days as a total whole,
Egg to larva, pupa, the adult with a goal...
The Pantry pests, Luna moths, ant-drones and houseflies,
Each lives with no complaints and dies with no outcries;
Parrot, crow, pigeon, sparrow, eagle, and vulture,
Who have, earning the food they eat, as their culture...
Clean air, soothing sounds, and the beauty of nature,
A beam of sunlight and gleam of gentle gesture;
Relishing memories; cherishing warm events,
Sun basking, Moon baking, Stargazing calm moments...
The holiness of motherhood; Fatherly care,
Fraternal love and mutual concern we share;
I cannot just tell, indeed, what does not touch me,
Devoid of these touches, can I ever be me…?
17 July 2021
Touch My Heart Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Regina McIntosh
Pains of displeasure gnawing
At my insides
Screams of disappointments
Harmonizing with my outcries
Wrong turns and deceptive trust
My self-worth equality of zero
The currency says “In God We Trust”
Yearning for my designated hero
I am a broken vessel, lost in the shuffle
It is hard to stand where I could be seen
Times are hard…I’m trying to get back my hustle
Heartbroken with unrealized dreams
Who am I?
Drenched from my cries
That you pass by so amused
Trying to avoid the lack of joy
That dims the light
From my contrite
I have become immune
To this invisible life
You think I am guilty
You charge it as sin
I am not the only
No one but God could judge me
Longing to be seen
In much need of a friend
Silent cries
Devoid of allies
Searching for my “silent rescue”
Her soul bounds,
Looking for her ecstasy
Bound by chains,
Her flesh stinging,
Her blood boiling,
Her body,
Oh,
Her body,
How battered and unchanging
Aching for change
For that forgien tingling,
For her rocking body,
For her outcries, to stop
She aches
And she cries
For that filling warmth
For oddly,
She has lost her top,
Tumbling into insanity,
Looking back at what she has gained,
An ecstasy unlike others
Rotating,
Groaning,
Remebering
Remembering
That touch
That warmth,
Oh,
She bounds
She's done
She can't
She hurts now,
Full of longing
And full of sorrow
She wishes
Now she cries,
Searing,
Tingling,
Stinging,
And boiling,
She was left alone,
To forever ach and remember,
Her mind,
Her thoughts,
Becoming ever so vile,
Becoming her worst fears,
This is her life,
Rememberance,
Forever an enemy,
Binding her to shackles,
As she listens to those hideous taunting cackles
Courage
bless the poet, whose soul still writes
heart still murmurs words
on dirty bits of paper
by the light of starbursts
from antiwarcraft shells.
hears the oceans roaring wonders
through the outcries of humanity
which lift off to wander disconsolate
through generation of despair.
sees beauty in a single dandelion
pushing through a concrete prison yard
bright sun’s daughter resplendent
even to its spirit-puff dispelled
by cold acid winds.
poets bring a taste
of life to hungry mouths
mimes silenced by the greedy politic
fingers broken on a rack of fear
of truth.
truth lives, lives eager, rabid
pours from the cracks of their bodies
touches, rebounds and touching again,
again past all imprisonment
the words
glorious and abiding
even in the face of god.
for another budding child flower
alone in the dark uterus
of my bedroom
I lie curled up
in thoughts
and emotions
of the day:
another budding flower
plucked from the garden street
leaving its red sap
as a jaded memento
to stained innocence
and hoodwinked justice
another aborted life
spiraled away
as echoes of fading outcries
floated wearily
on reefs of passing time
covering awareness
of another heinous crime
whose guilt
will soon vanish
from human notice
with my cervical poised head
resting on tear soaked pillow
I pray god that not another child flower
be not plucked away tomorrow
Beautiful-Acrostic
Love In A Poet's Heart
Beauty in those gentle eyes of flaunting butterflies
Enchanting crimson smile that’s brighten the earth and skies
As perfume intoxicates the air with the poet's lullaby rhymes
Unleashed with the outcries of beautiful dreams as the moon rise
Time flows and rewinds with thoughts of you on my mind
It is sweet as the night air with every breath I take when you're around
Flawless is our love in a world of imperfection as the world spins
Uniting our ever lasting
Love that is rare in a poet's heart where lullabies rhyme and lingers a lifetime
12/30/2015
Poetry Contest: Beautiful-Acrostic
Sponsored by: John Hamilton
what goes around comes around so they say
atomic particles head to the shores
some afraid of an uncertain outcome
will plankton, fish, and kelp be destroyed
the chain of food for man interrupted
will the ocean’s food be radioactive
will it be deformed, grotesque, dangerous
humans who eat the nuclear exposed
slowly develop disease or mutations
at least one hundred years for the clearance
sixty-six years after the atomic bomb
was dropped on Hiroshima, an accident
spilling nuclear waste sends outcries to stop
what goes around comes around so they say
Sponsor: Debbie Guzzi
Contest: Global Poetry
Topic: The Nuclear Leak/The Impact On Land And Sea
Silently she slips
into another dream
she drifts through an illusion
that cloaks her memories in an eclipse
a shadow of her life
a reminder of the grief and strife
she's met by promises that cant come true
they lie on her soul like the morning dew
in the shattered mirror she lies
as broken as the memories she despised
in her dreams she painfully cries
desperately wanting to break free of the guise
Is this all one big dream
wanting to see through blind eyes
is a certain madness taking hold
or am i simply being far too bold?
Can i do it once again
bring myself to what ive been
slave away in the past
and forget the future that cannot last?
What thought she demurred
A dream that's deterred
Twice it sank
Twice it burned
And left with life undiscerned
can you know what you leave behind
when you move onto another road
to not see what others will find
a used up empty load
crying in the background
how the tides have changed
and as surely as the sun rises
the waves shall recede
a salty shore battered and broken
outcries in the dawn
of empowering need
left unspoken
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