First Quarter Moon
The first quarter moon wants me to
learn to
speak curly hair language. If I don’t their
rage concerning being bullied by
prunes the size of
cement trucks will
cause: more cracks in
paths. The first quarter moon also wants me to
take a
wallet out to
dinner. Wallets love to
treat themselves too, but they won’t go out to
dinner unless
asked; eat my trash to
help reduce trash waste; take vacuums out
jogging. Vacuums thrive in
sweat. The first quarter moon also wants me to
soak a
filing cabinet in
banana juice. It stops their sporadic
shivering. The first quarter moon also wants me to
decorate tissues. Decorated tissues feel
sexier when
decorated. And finally the first quarter moon wants me to
roll scented candles down
the west driveway. Candles crave
dizziness. It calms
them.
Now he wants her back...
The same cad who called her
"Unattractive" and "overweight"
a moon or two ago,
and demanded
she shed a dozen or more pounds,
or else.
Before she could
do away with just one,
he coldly discarded her
like trash for a sexier lady.
Now he wants her back...
An ugly duckling then,
she has beautifully blossomed into
a sultry, glamorous woman now.
Guess who's back?
Yes, the same cad,
bothering her for the second chance
he never gave her;
the lady he left her for
has since moved on
to a better man.
Now he wants her back...
Ha! Too little, too late.
Whispers of the Heart
To fall for someone, a forbidden dance—
A waltz with shadows, a silent trance.
Accept the unacceptable, bury those feelings,
In the quiet chambers where desire conceals.
Filter photos, snapshots of dreams,
Reflections of what you imagine, it seems.
A mirror held up to the (perfect) you,
A sexier version, a fantasy come true.
As poets, we see things differently,
Through kaleidoscope eyes, we set them free.
The mundane, the ordinary, they transform,
Just like scented perfume, our senses swarm.
Reacting to life’s chemistry, we compose—
Ink bleeding emotions, secrets it knows.
So tired, so tired, my heart’s weary plea,
Echoing Elizabeth Browning’s symphony.
She, too, composed her inner feeling,
A sonnet of longing, a soul’s revealing.
Can you trust yourself to fall for fools?
Convincingly, they dance on love’s slippery rules.
A slippery love of devotion, dangerously sweet—
A precipice where hearts and reason meet.
And so we write, ink staining our hands,
Capturing the ache, the beauty, the sands.
She is much sexier than the queen
The hive was all abuzz
This Marilyn Monroe-like wasp
Was the woman that never was.
The drones almost stopped working
When sexy wasp came into the hive
I think several of them passed out
At last count it was eighty-five
Community trauma prevention
sounds not so sexy
to absent-minded mayors
and perennial kleptocratic players
And growing a regenerative Learning Community
isn't really ecojust about restoring
healthy democratic justice
for a somewhat sexier
and robust multicultural environment.
Both of these Win/Win Game Theory
trauma-informed learning theory applications
remain paternally erectile
mountainously synergetic
strength functions
of community YangWoke experience
And valleyed ecofeminist
indigenously EcoMatrimonial Wise
for growing integrity's flow
of nonverbal ecstasy
nonviolently yin
peak rebirthing experience
polycultural wealth wombed learning
co-passionate communionation
Sacred root chakra souled
and yet creolizing carnal
as rich
dark
warm
wet
erotically fertile
whole enlightened therapeutic day
and holonic nighttime soil
For cooperatively slow-growing
emergent community trauma prevention
Which may resound
more climate holiday sexy
even to absent-minded elitist mayors
and perennially kleptocratic
hopelessly straight white male
LeftBrain ego-narcissistic
phat but not-so-jolly players.
My 442 Oldsmobile was the hottest car around
No sexier red thing besides lipstick could be found.
When you pressed on the medal, that baby flew down the road.
When you were inside her, you were no longer a toad.
She had pizzazz and jazz, she was sleek and fine.
Red hot with thick black stripes on her hood, all in a line.
She was the utmost, the best, the prettiest ride in town.
This gorgeous Oldsmobile matched everybody's gown.
She was hot, she was fiery, she was fantastic, she was sick.
She was the best thing since beef and noodles, pleasant and quick.
When she took a hill, she showed you her fantastic traction.
When I drove my 442, I had immense satisfaction!
The perky saleslady looked at my aging bicycle
and asked if I would consider a newer model
something lighter
something sexier.
I told her, "My bike and I have a delicious history -
our past and future have merged into a single trajectory,
we're in this together for the long ride.
"I don't think of her as old, she is 'vintage'
we've been through many miles together -
seen breathtaking vistas.
"She knows what direction I want to go even before I do.
We have scars from the journey but each scar has a story
and every story brings a smile.
"Yes, we're slowing down and every ride feels uphill,
but for better or worse, she's never given up on me -
I owe her the same courtesy."
The saleslady chuckled nervously and said,
"Do you know you sound like you're talking about your wife?"
I got on my bike and said,
"I do".
Written 1 Nov 2020
Like the reprint of heaven by Gods own mercy,
I’m still in this moment, briefly stolen by these mint chimes,
Ever so silk and supple as remarked by these ears.
Forgive my drag back, back to mature rum.
When I hear current tones, I’m aware that it creeps, creeps on drone memory.
The mundane assumptions of classic art.
I pity these lost animals,
Feeding off that sound that pleases bowel, not soul movement.
For I have I found and romanced this mistress ever so often by the most highs manifestation of pressing back.
Sexier than the thought of a woman before she is spoiled,
I pray these dulcet forms never sue my repeat, never accuse me of stealing their time.
I apologize for I am a thief, a smooth criminal forced to breath these jagged misfits and immature phrases. I will continue this larceny with the rhythm of glee and jazz to seduce.
To my reader I would hope you’d come on and go with me ever so subtly as this Sade marinates. As the end nears by the devils jealous rear, remember this songs tender warning. Press play now but rewind for a lifetime.
Broken in pieces, nothing would work,
Couldn’t hold onto a thought,
Shattered like a mirror all over the ground,
My love had had to abort,
From slow down, be steady, enjoy the whole ride,
Don’t look back while I’m moving along,
It changed from that to a chaos of light,
In a prism that would never belong,
But now all my broken and ripped apart feelings,
Can smoke a peace pipe and restart,
And bit by bit, one shard at a time,
Create a new tender filled heart,
And create our own beautiful masterful piece,
Create a world where we can be true,
And we can choose to be hot and sexier than safe,
Since I’ve absolutely fallen for you.
Hears to all
the very hungry guys out there
let me say
I just want to slowly gobble you up
and lick your plate completely clean
There is nothing more sexier
than a man who knows what he likes
and ain't afraid to get a little down and dirty
If you know, what I mean
and lick his dirty covered fingers clean
with lips soaked in dripping
wet Barbecue sauce
he can handle,
any meat you
shovel his way
one hand on a cold, wet beer
and the other on, a crispy fried thigh
he looks up at you like your going
to get the supersizing of your life
later that night
so if you like cold wet beer
and warm juicy fried thighs
and like to lick your fingers clean
than, you may just be
the right man for me.
2017
Eyes they sparkled infused with life
Your very soul my guiding light
Impish smile that sealed the deal
My heart restored by words surreal
Loving heart so warm and true
You shelter my hurts that's what you do
That smile that makes my body ache
Laughter between us burns it radiates
George and Gracie their love we exude
Honey you're nuts I love you it's true
Loving support selfless so you
My rock so strong that's what you do
Charming as Bond but sexier than AL
I can tell you Honey you're hot as hell
Your moves they lift my spirit high
Your song you sing is my favourite lullaby
Your home you lovingly so graciously share
I feel so protected safe in your care
I Love You!
Your my guardian angel
My best friend
My treasure
My true find
Honey I thank you!
God Bless you,
sweet kisses
I sign
xoxo
I was in the chair.
Sitting on ma own ma day was really bad it like the sun didn't shine on me today. I came to a bar to grab a drink and then I saw a glory as Bright as the sun, it blinded my emotions, it blinded my hate. It like ma day has just begun all over again, the pretty damsel is sitting in the bar at the front of ma chair. It like ama pee in ma pants, she so georgious she makes me nervous. It like am about to hear havard result. It like an award of an employee of the season... Her scent is breaking is killing me, so am thinking if I should walk to her or not, I won't flirt I will just be me. So am doubting am dark what if she dosnt even look at me, I think I will die but now that we talking I wanna say baby u shine bright as the sun, baby u sexier than the night, am happy u let me say this.
Prostate cancer isn't funny...
It’s just a blood test, no-one sticks
Their finger up your bum
You may not care about yourself
But what about your Mum
Your kids, your girlfriend, mates
Your mistress, and your wife?
Man up, and get it tested
Save a life
It’s just a blood test, just a little prick
You won’t be a hot lover when you’re sick
So shut your eyes, and hold your manly breath
For life and health are sexier than death
© Gail Foster 13th September 2016
Hardly would she smile
like a rose bud on the twig
reserved, shy, stealing looks
I could readily figure out
that she was a virgin ,.
Then suddenly there came a change
the rose bud bloomed
with all it's glory
spreading its redolence all around
its verdant hue transformed into the pinkish red
of a freshly kissed cheek
or the rosy sweet lips
of a beauty
It was then I came to know
she was no more a bud
but a happy smiling girl
neither coy nor shy
bold, confident and sexier
like a Rose Bud crossed.
When you look at me
my heart trembles,
It pours from above
like the high
waters.
Your voice is so
cool, it replenishes
me,
Nothing's sexier
than the sound of
thee.
Your touch is like a
flowing liquid;
Smooth, soothing,
and relaxing;
Your kiss is like a
water in the desert,
I'm craving for it
cause it satisfies
my thirst.
Yet you're the water
from the mountain,
You're high; I
cannot reach you.
My only happiness is
when you descend,
So I can wet myself
with your love that
has no end.
Oh baby your love's
like the waterfall,
I love the way you
bathe it on me
though it hurts.
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