He drew a line in the sand but his sand is forever shifting.
Shifty eyes, hidden agenda
Voice of conscience stifled
Endless desires, new addenda
Worthless objects rifled
Spiralling confusion
Dungeons of delusion
Until head-heart fusion
Our heart sighs
Shifty eyes
12-March-2022
Quietus
He was known by his nickname 'Shifty' Lars
Who specialized in stealing brand-new cars
He'd never get caught
(Or, that's what he thought)
He's now serving ten to life behind bars
Shifty was my friend
Shifty was my lover
He lived not to very far
A day's drive in a car
Empty promises were his
But let me tell you this
When he lay beside me
Not another would I see
His caress and touch
Gave me such a rush
Puddles and pools
Like to intertwined fools
Moans and cries
The neighbors none to wise
Aroma of sex in the air
None could compare
To Shifty my pride
My legs open wide
Shame I dare say
Was never our way
The blush colored glasses
Naked romps in the grasses
Love or lust
But who could I trust
My body said go
Shifty never said "No"
Shower I must
To prepare for his thrust
Goodnight to the weary
Love hard don't be leary.
Six simpering thick-skinned shifty spinster sisters stiffly sit
Stitching sticky skid-marked scivvies of sixty sick stingy sailors.
Six sick from stitching scivvies of sixty sick scrimping sailors
Stickle over nickels; those insistent six thick-skinned spinster tailors!
For Joe Sandler's Tongue Twister Challenge Poetry Contest
Never thought
I’d see you here
Perhaps somewhere less noisy would have been the better option
This will all all start with a sneer
and the clouds seek us for fear
that the effortless job bestowed by the angels
who dwell in their angles
will deem them useless another year
Dipped in smoke screens
we will revive
Draped in gasoline
we will survive
Trust
that this is natures way
of kicking at our shins
Though all the magnetism occurring here
should have been the “bigger hint”
Oh what a grand finale
Such a succulent feast
Remove the veils from the prisoners eyes
they are the forks to stab the beast
If memory serves me
which it barely ever does
it’s tip jar lifestyle will be thrown out the window
for accepting another love
It’s intrinsic
A follower
A violent instinct undiscovered
But I will find you
and make you understand
Take a stand
fight the good fight for today
if your chest is caving in
you’re blindly on your way
I will find you
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