Who ever invented French Kissing?
Certainly, it’s nothing to be missing!
Open mouth – let alone
Other mouth – duplicate clone!
Two open-mouths lock so close
Lip-to-lip and beak-to-beak like two crows!
One tongue encircles the other
Round and slow, hearts churn butter!
Wet and slithering saliva swap
Heaping exchanges in drooling glops!
Taste the gallons or taste the drops
As heart beats race and minds all flop!
No…No…Whether gallons or droplets of drips
I’m certainly NOT missing saliva sips!
The pecking quick peck
Of a Woodpecker’s peck
I’m certain won’t make me gag nor sick!
Keep it clean…Keep it gentle
The Woodpecker’s peck is more sentimental.
Like two young “kinders” on Valentine’s Day
When simple cards are handed away
And both are bashful and way too shy
Mustering every courage to bypass both their “Shutterflies”
And the card is quickly handed with a quick closed-peck
One-second peck causes no harm, no foul, or even wreck!
Cute and quick
is the Woodpecker’s Peck
Such sensational expression of innocence exchanged between two
Our Heavenly Father may better approve
Once we were hunter-gatherers
tribes grouped outdoors
before the days of yore
now we're hunt and peckers
each cooped indoors
on personal computer keyboards
and way back when
we'd communicate
banging on the drums
yes since then
we've progressed
today we're all
fingers and thumbs
Bushel Or Peck?
Miracle Man
11/23/2024
Life can be either a bushel or a peck,
too many days we're facing some bottleneck.
Because age is a soft drink that's lost its fizz,
our choices or others make it what it is.
We try to capture those feelings we once felt,
but “we have to play the hand that we've been dealt.”
Some days find our cup nearing empty, not full,
while recalling only days rough as steel wool.
Peckers can peck 20 times a second
Must hurt at just 2 times I reckon
Not swift these guys
Stop now I advise
Or it's off to emergency the pain to lessen
pinpoint is its strike
persistent is the attack
target mind and heart
Rooster ~
Pecks the dust, raising
Particles, pebbles
Earth.
Hen ~
Comes around
Roosts with him.
Paint a Picture Poetry Contest (7 lines)
Sponsor: Joseph May
September 22, 2020
Bushel Or Peck
By: Tom Wright
Life can be either a bushel,
or a peck,
And our choices,
or those made on our behalf,
make it what it is.
Why can't we walk up to a girlie on the street
Take them in our arms and peck em on the cheek
Rules rules rules
As we drool drool drool
Also, don't see the harm in asking for a peek
you have to eat a peck-of-dirt
three little rag-a-muffins
sit, heads bent busy,
at a small wooden table
plunked down there
in Shadey Anderson’s hay field
dragged from the house
to that special spot for tea
fine chiana
a Christmas doll set
placed ever so carefully
by grubby play worn fingers
an ancient hickory shades
promises nuts for the table
later, in the fall,
when we sit together
among the roots
borrowed nutcrackers and picks
busy preparing a feast
for now tea is up
the delicately flowered pot
carefully filled with “tea”
from a puddle beneath the table.
The dormant sparks lit
Evoking unknown feelings
Buried in the heart
Waiting to leave lethargy
Melting the two crazy hearts
Ah fish tails. Surely an apex of thought on a circular run. Home spun then. Bandy bringing braking balls. Throw then. Whirl then. Spun like a wobbly flan. Candyfloss hair in a breeze. Bending like an octave. Adjusting to the musical state of skies. Hair is dominant so why wear a wig. And just like a bird lean to peck. Peck peck peck. How remarkable then that all seeds are then without mould,bugs, and other vermin. Domesticated dog. Cleans the pots and bakes a cake. Seeded baps merely protrude when looking at a giraffe in leather trousers. But giraffes can morph so mind the beaks. Oh dear. It is undergrowth expressed. Good. It is akin to a mile long fishing experience. No flake. No flay. And a beating boom box 3 2 1 3 21 and now a 2.2 as well. All into the box to explode in a rhythmic rhyme which spans the time in a tidal pattern. Hahahaha and some wild cards of seeds. Hahahaha and a big bike carrying an emu. Hahahaha dusty automobiles laughing in a queue. Hahahaha aerostatics' CSX z
Always better to live in shadows
Even though shadows can not be hidden
Only living in darkness
we see the light of promise and solstice
We comprise our soul and self belief
with love that must shine without doubt
Spiraling angel dust sparkling magic
Fallen in mystic theology the man must lay his sword from grace
With warm purity in his heart
chasing away the demons as they only lay for you
A thousand songs of midnight chimes
gently they toll under the moon's grace
Where the sparkles shine bright for many's a year
I remember holding your body tight
Where we will dance cheek to cheek forever
embraced deep down beautiful always right
To love and follow one's heart and desires
is to take an angel's hand kissing her fingertips
With the softest touch
one touch is never enough.......
Co written by David Bucknell and Liam Mc Daid.....
I had a house for sale
They asked me to hold it
Right before I sold it
But my house was a whale
That already set sail
And didn’t give a whit
But it thought what the heck
Coz it altered its tack
So I sold it to Pack
But forgot about Peck
Who was up on the deck
Which was on my whale’s back
But those guys I dislike
So I sold it to Pike
For the HexSonnetta contest
I pick a history from the peck of grains;
Only my retention will take me far.
And through modest abasement will I unwrap it strains?
6/4/2014
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