I shudder at the dropped ball of life
the layup that was in my wheelhouse
that I punted on
in favor of greener pastures
think big they say
all the while the little fish
are floating away
into another's net of fortune
sugar-coating the lost easy-score
no consolation
for my wounded sense of self
until the layup
morphs into the three point shot
...in at the buzzer!
Categories:
punted, growth, introspection, life, moving
Form: Free verse
THE ADVENTURE, HER
Eyes
Deep, shimmering pools
Drowning fevered fools
Voice
Feigning tenderness, tragic
Whispered, lilting magic
Scent
Je Reviens enchanting
Left shamelessly panting
Hair
Bouncing raven tresses
Velvety elucidated guesses
Smile
Sparkling white gradients
Breath-stealing bright radiance
Lips
Succulent raspberry fruit
Passion's delicious route
Shape
Form-filling voluptuous esses
Curvaceously exploiting dresses
Skin
Satiny cappuccino wrapping
Exploring fingers, mapping
Taste
Tippy-top to feet
Nectarous, tangy, sweet
Whole Package
Symmetry imperfectly perfected
Entirely painstakingly inspected
Plan
Moonlight eventide, upended
Enjoyment, dishonorably intended
Result
Personal intentions, punted
"Hunter" becomes "Hunted"
Afterglow
Her sensual surprise =
My satiated eyes.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Six-Word Couplet Series Encore" Poetry Contest, Mark Toney, Judge & Sponsor.
Categories:
punted, adventure, appreciation, beauty, body,
Form: Couplet
LIFE’S COMMODITIES ©
Nails and screws ‘mate’ together
But nails puncture tires when misdirected
Another’s love loss is another’s gain
Love bites break hearts into little pieces
Commodities here today, gone tomorrow
Replaceable parts are ‘outnumbered’ one to none
Do or die in the here/after--- ‘suicide’
Life will rot to its very core
Thrown aside ‘punted’ fore-ever more
Rebirthed and planted it will grow big
And perhaps will be saved for another year’s commodity.
KEEPSAKES ©
Fishwife’s tales
Poppy dog tails
Fairies in storied ‘lore’
Fly and gad about no more
Lengths of twine saved thrice
Wrap on today’s keepsakes!
Treasures are memories held
In minds, hearts and pretty boxes
Brought out to remind once again
Keepsakes of puppy dog tails and fairy lore.
Categories:
punted, books, destiny, future, inspiration,
Form: Free verse
I am a fountain spewing, not lava but love,
And the sexy man I am becomes better,
And as i seep down my muscles shimmer from the light above.
As i flow more, the ground around me just becomes wetter.
My enemies cringe as I walk and become wanted,
And people stare but i pretend I don't see,
My destination is that of a ball, punted.
Because where ever I land, is where I shall be.
The power I posses is always easily seen,
And it welts out of my body every time i speak,
Hurricane winds but never do i fall or lean.
So I shall become greater, even after my peak.
Categories:
punted, life
Form: Rhyme