Panted Poems

My Man

The fingers crawled over
my lips, each step a crunch 
on my parched soul -
lullaby for my desires 
But where’s the wind ?
Where was it, before the drizzle?
The crawl slithered into sleek
curling my lips into his mouth 
like a prey, I panted in his loop
struck by the venom of his kiss
I strangled reaching for the antidote 
You unheard my Ahhh as -
mistaking it for consent.
My naked body cracked in the sun
frail limbs creeping  towards the shade
He snatched me like a predator 
engulfed my head and slowly 
all of me .
My bones and tendons
all crushed in his muscular coil.
A chill and breath left in me
maybe just for tomorrow.

PUPPY SNOW ANGELS

Leaping with joy into a tall pile of soft, fluffy snow,
He snorted and panted, and flashed a broad smile,
Surprised and delighted with the bone chilling cold,
That couldn’t penetrate his thick, curly coat.

He lay for a moment, catching his breath,
As if trying to decide what to do next.
Rolling onto his back, long legs flailing the air,
He twisted happily, enjoying the chilly freedom there.

Then backwards he fell, rolling in gravity defying angles.
Leaving the white ground covered with glistening snow angels.

Finally exhausted from his frolicking antics,
He came to me happily with his body in wiggles.
Lifting his snow encrusted paws into my warm hands,
His beautiful brown eyes asked,
“What is this wonderful stuff?  What is its name?”

I said, “Darling, this is snow, the treat of the season.
Enjoy it now, as much as you can.
In just a few hours it will soon fade away,
Melting your snow angels and returning grass again.”

The Christmas Alligator

He prowl very still across 
the calm merky waters 
I can see him and he can 
see me with his big yellow 
eyes his pupils are lime 
green slowly he crawls not 
even shooing the cranes 
from off his back he crawls 
past the woodstorck perching 
on one leg the tall Cypress 
trees seems to sway as the 
moisture dampens the earth 
it's July already Christmas 
trees are ready to be cut and 
shipped off in time for the 
Christmas season I love this 
time of year although the heat 
covers the swamp not a breeze 
in sight the female alligators 
panted all night laying eggs 
upon the drift wood herons 
flying high as egrets feast 
on snakes the sun peeks in 
around noon as the alligators 
approached the grass sun 
bathing watching the golfers 
tee off sipping brandy in all 
this heat commotion beckons 
someone fishing just lost a limb 
my mind wanders the nature 
of this prehistoric giant unseen 
until prey invade his space again
chomp bones breaking cracking 
like branches the lake swells wails 
screeching lots of feathers the 
deer rush through the forest just
keep moving continue on stop your 
squawking and keep on walking

on'uh need tuh know

.

             her's paced back
                 forth mine
                in the tiered
                    sheen
                swing dress

                        i
                      yes
                        i
               yes I with the
                      lust
                    panted

                       she
                    yes she
            she felt mine pant
              with mine duke
                her's press'd
                        it

              with mine other
                   all uv it's
               frenetic digits
                      hern
                   felt mine
                    breathe

Slant

As I am feeling so slanted,
He continued what made him panted.

Big Red Garden

There’s a BIG RED GARDEN
In mine city spaced
By seeds I’ve planted
Watered by God’s grace

Summit sprouting
Prayer for nourishing the body
By seeds I’ve panted
For the glory of God
Father’s feeding me, daily
Mind, Body, and Soul;
Thank you Abba Father for feeding me so

Amen Hallelujah

6/30/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©

Cracked

he panted heavily
muscles twitching in his naked body
running frenzied, without looking back,
he shouted, “He is after me.... my life”
a rip roaring cry....!

the traffic halted
pedestrians stopped
people from shops came out
women through curtained windows peeped
children stopped their play

“so drunk”.... a man murmured
“A crack”.... someone shouted
“coming right after an orgy”
sneered, an oldie...
“pity on him...! Take him to an asylum”
one gentleman suggested.
he needs help, majority opined
‘nab this plague’, the moral police quipped

what is he running from...? 

an assailant....?
corona virus....?
his own phantom...?
two sane men staying, 
at a corner wondered.
they had masks on their face
“must be a health worker”..!
one of them said...
“yes, the subtle nuances of a cracked mind”
the other agreed!

as the scene on the road, 
had grown into a high voltage drama,
dissensions grew and multiplied!

March.10. 2023

~Placed Second~

Cracked Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Anthony Biaanco

Four Cafes - Nfc

Outside the four cafes, four dogs awaited their caffeine crazed owners.  Sniffing different street signs, taking inventory of who’d already been there.  Four dog “owners” exited the cafés.  A tall blonde, possibly bleached, retrieved the dog and haughtily gazed at the “other” cafes and dogs. A slightly rumpled donut muncher hurriedly hustled away with a slightly rumpled mutt. A lithe and limber, skin tight yoga panted Latte carrier, glided away.  The dog, nose high, sniffed nothing.  A rather large flannel shirt exited café number four, the dog nuzzled its owner.  It’s reward, a hearty greeting and vigorous petting.
	Shortly thereafter they all met at the dog park, the dogs that is.  The owners took their places.  One sat silently engrossed in a book.  One talked loudly into a cell phone.  One primped and posed while taking “selfies”.  One watched and laughed at the antics of the dogs.
	As they left the dog park the cups told a story.  One was left on a bench, one tossed on the ground, one rinsed and filled with water so the dog might have a drink, and one placed in the recycle barrel.  

John G. Lawless
©3/3/2023

In the Beginning

In the beginning there was man woman and bird and then there was see 
when the spirit of God moved inside them, they were all flown in for free 
At the very start God gave His will full hand but then he released free will 
some recognized their part in it and chose good will others chose to kill...
We are in a secondary world full of pain and confusion buzzing like busy bees 
and most of us have blinders on , we cannot see the forest for the trees;
Time evolves the Angels watch us carefully,  wondering when will we learn? 
some of us have make the effort to awaken, some of us still crash and burn. 
In the beginning the earth was quiet and the deer panted near the brook  
some of us dig deep in our souls, but then there are others who never look.

Breathless In Whitby

I puffed and panted up the steps (and thought
about the novel Dracula, in which
the character called Mina ran up there)
and gasping, wheezing crawled towards the top
to look out over Whitby from the cliff.
The view was simply beautiful, I found -
enough to take one's breath away  (but I
was breathless as it was, and so I tried
to catch my breath!) I didn't want to think
about the trek that faced me as I left
to walk back down those steps...


Remembering a visit to Whitby & climbing the famous 199 steps

written 6th January for Constance's B 'Breathless' blank verse contest

Carpet Interlude

                      on the lush carpet
I explored his lips and kissed him with lust
and he responded- to ravage my mouth 
       we were lost in ecstasy . . . 
I panted his name and he whispered mine
                           until                              
we swirled higher and higher above the clouds
             like birds in a wind current
                             then falling 
                                           falling . . .

                                   

___________________________
June 4, 2020


Poetry/Free Verse/carpet interlude
Copyright Protected, ID 20-1258-111-03
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France


Written for the Standard contest, Some Kind of Sensual
sponsor, Nette Onclaud, 45 words

First Place

Ohhobbitfeetinbirkenstocks

OH, Hobbitfeet in Birkenstocks
Puritanical piglets oinkfest 
O'er the Shambridge Shantabridgians 
Alliedallies reconoitering 
Panted depth of tofuloitring 
Agag on ersatzphermony 
100%meatlessbaloney 
Aghastyeflippinsqueekinwheels 
Obsessivetoucheyfeelysqueals 
Withwizenedtipofwhiskeywhine 
Vanwinklingtheft OHbeardedtime 


5/23/2020

A Stream

There was a fountain in an African desert.
Long ago it ceased to exist for the tropical heat,
But its subterranean canals were intact;
And one day, when the earth was hot indeed,
The dry surface of the ground panted like a mare.

There came a storm, a tempestuous storm and rain,
Which drenched the thirsty trees, and rejuvenated
That geyser fountain, gushing forth above the ground
Like a vigorous jet of hot water to satiate the soil,
Again and again, for it was suppressed for long.

An earthquake shook the plates under it,
Aftershocks poured in— violent tremors, which
Continued to shake the ground up and down
Until the fountain gathered more strength, and flowed
To disappear into a holy cave of enormous pleasure.

From there arose a new being, a fresh new being.

Metaphor of love poetry contest
Sponsored by Bobby May
11/11/2019

These All Were You

I had many words,
hadn't need ink
though I wrote into inside paper

without body
some peacock feathers
greeted me
to some night west stars,
a star eyed me

on a planet
I panted thousands acre trees
there birds built their nests
I was loving all birds crossing seven seas

I was lying down on the bed
and seeing crossing the window glass
the far horizon stole the written words
by licking of kitten tongue smelled ruminated flush

this morning I find me unaided due
and discover these all were you 



-Sunday, June 23, 2019 Chattogram

God Granted While We Planted

God Granted While We Planted

My God to me great things he has granted;
Helped grow fields after they were planted;
Flowers flourish;
Then did nourish;
Brought patience to ponies as they panted.

Jim Horn

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