These are the artists I like best
I'll put my poem skills to the test
Rascal Flatts is one group
In the country music loop
With hit songs that top the charts
Sad or funny touch my heart
Videos that go so well
With lyrical stories they tell
Luke Bryan is cowboy hot
He is always looking smart
With his sexy jeans and looks
Just one glance and I am hooked
His voice is sweet and so mellow
It turns this girl fan to jello
Blake Shelton's another guy
Who is not exactly shy
At being sexily cool
Making this "old" woman drool
His music is perfection
He is my daily obsession
There are other country artists
Who might not have made my top list
But also get my attention
There are too many to mention
I have to get my country fix
With different artists in the mix
Not one day will pass me by
That I don't laugh or sometimes cry
With these great artists I've written
Who will always have me smitten
Martha’s* on the cover
Of a famous magazine,
Her cleavage in her bathing suit
Just waiting to be seen.
At 81 years old, she is
The oldest woman yet
To grace the swimsuit issue,
Posing like a young coquette.
I just don’t understand it, though –
What message is conveyed?
That age won’t hinder beauty
When it’s sexily displayed?
To me, that’s just obnoxious,
For a getting older perk
Is accepting that pretending
To be young just doesn’t work.
*Martha Stewart is on the cover of
Sports Illustrated’s annual swimsuit issue.
my
weakness
but give me strength
to rip reality like shredded paper edges
ripping out her sad parts
betrothing ever letter
bleeding every ink on
every supping page and parch
meant with meaning
and this- withm-is just a fraction
cloud licks sexily against
the sun
clamour for her
style was less
pert in her inflection
beauty is looking for a new job
class in the contours of her ass
sighs caught between her thighs
weak as i am
AFRICA’S PUBERTY
When puberty sets in,
The wind feels good on
A little leg and thigh,
Some belly button
And budding bottom.
Tattooed dames,
Sexily renamed
From Elizabeth
And Isabelle,
To Lizzy
And Bella,
Storm into the world;
Boobs growing as fast as hearts
To be squeezed and broken.
Carrying heads of baskets
Filled with liquid counsel,
Speeding off on the fast lane
On the high way to remorse,
Surely to crash home
On the streets of Accra Ghana
Or the ghettos of old town Bamenda
Like those of downtown Soweto
As teenage mothers
Or as daughters of prophets
With gowns and scarfs
Over their scars.
Palms raised in supplication
For husbands of any sort
For whom they know
They will never bear kids.
There's a contest I will enter
Who's topic is to center
About the artists I like best
I'll put my poem skills to the test
Rascal Flatts is one group
In the country music loop
With hit songs that top the charts
Sad or funny touch my heart
Videos that go so well
With lyrical stories they tell
Luke Bryan is cowboy hot
He is always looking smart
With his sexy jeans and looks
Just one glance and I am hooked
His voice is sweet and so mellow
It turns this girl fan to jello
Blake Shelton's another guy
Who is not exactly shy
At being sexily cool
Making this "old" woman drool
His music is perfection
He is my daily obsession
There are other country artists
Who might not have made my top list
But also get my attention
There are too many to mention
I have to get my country fix
With different artists in the mix
Not one day will pass me by
That I don't laugh or sometimes cry
With these great artists I've written
Who will always have me smitten
For Favorite Artist Contest
3/24/2014
She likes young boys
Plays with them like toys
And with their boiling testosterone
They kneel before her throne
Always yawning for more
She mockingly and sexily dresses
Her body half naked and searching
For the wondering eyes of the boys
Provoking their dark desires
As they come to her scrambling
She drives a black limousine
With enough space to commit her sin
She makes them drink bear
Just to kill their conscience
Then uses them without being cautious
She likes them wild
Strong like a young stallion
Their hearts strong as a lion
With so much energy yield
Courageous to adventure into he world
She gives them gifts
Attends to them in shifts
Leaving them to believe
She loves them when she does leave
To attend to another in need
She is a wanton woman
Always ready to hurt and harm
The young generation of man
When they fall freely in her arm
She is a predator with patience
I was running through a field early one day
Naked as the day that I was born.
I came upon a beautiful lake
It called to me, I could have sworn.
Come enter me my pretty maid,
I will wrap myself round you.
I stopped just for a second,
Before I entered the water and flew.
I didn’t know that I could fly, it was so exhilarating,
I swooped around with the birds, they said they were migrating.
I landed on the ground, but my feet sunk in the earth,
I found I went underground, this now filled me with mirth.
I wiggled my hips so sensuously, and moved fast in twists and turns.
I came to the surface and looking at me, and found I was a worm.
I was getting puzzled now, what was happening to me?
I could fly and wiggle and move about, oh so sexily.
I felt all warm but naked, and wondered if this is me.
But I rely liked everything, all I could do and see.
But to what avail, I asked myself, why am I like this?
I turned around and heard a sigh, as he woke me with a kiss.
My dreams was over, even though, it had been so much fun
But nothing is quite like this feeling; I get with my sexy man.
20/01/2012
Sophie should stop singing soprano!
Screaming. Squealing. Screeching. Shrieking. Shrill.
She should surely see she starts Shirley squirming.
Stephen shudders, saying, ‘Send Sophie south soon.’
Sarah secretly smirks – she’s so sarcastic sometimes!
Sophie should sing softly, sweetly, sexily.
She should stop singing soprano…
She had to go far, far away
To save their ears from further harm.
Or they would seal her mouth with tape.
Perhaps she’d fit in on a farm…
Although, she came back later that day -
Because she’d stopped singing, she said.
Cynically, they bought ear plugs.
‘Don’t be silly,’ she said. ‘I won’t sing a note.’
Enough to say, it didn’t last…
On silken sheets, curvaceous she
Alluring eyes are drawn to me
Pert, excited she craves my hand
In loving caress, two in understand
Gently we kiss like Rose petals soft
Whilst exterior storms lash our Highland croft
Candle light flickers across the walls we dance
Postures so sexy, delightful we stance
Passionate sighs thrall, in this place so old
Body temperatures rise deflecting it's cold
We are two become one in thunderous lust
Wanting we are absorbing loving so just
Hands wander tease in adventurous taunt
Kissing aplenty in sexily want
Avenues pursued amidst erogenous groans
Candle light dims as it bows to our moans
Loving sighs implode, together we lie graced
Enriched in we, in this wonderful place
Drifting souls entwined now entering tomorrows dreams
Displaying wonderful colours, like rainbow streams
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/love-16.php
As the clouds bring darkness nearer
and the day draws in
I’ll wait for you as promised
Under the ark of love
Where I’ll set you a tray of your warm tea nectar
On a table – clothed for my prince
Enticing to soothe away
those quarrels passed between us
Flickering candle light dances
Moody shadows melting
Temptation’s lure
Will wrestle away all trace of anger
Your high classed long legged Lolita
Sexily styled to seduce in red
Attentitively tuned to taking time
Frustratingly waits while you take phone call
Bottles
Regimented in rows
You stand
Shoulder to shoulder
Front to back
Fully loaded
Ready to explode
At a moments notice
A female
In the ranks
With slender neck
Stylish and sophisticated
She stands sparkling
Ample form
Curvaceous
Womanly wide hips
Elegantly upright
Sexily suave and supreme
Her bubbly presence
Stands out in a crowd
The perfect partner
Together folk clink
As flutes play tribute
Celebrating special occasion
Pursue the pursed lips
Of woman with scarlet heels
Intricate design of appeal
On rounded bodies sexily dressed
With naked treachery in their porcelain faces
Let me laugh away your harebrained actions
My dear, my dearest, fool of a man
Unlock your gaze from my arresting truth
Rising upon the pedestal on which I stand
For I am the ultimate
Source of your discourse
That occurs between the beast in your heart
And that angel in the looking glass
Violate my heart again and again
I’ll still smile
For karma is my best friend