Short Cupping Poems
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a chance to slow-dance,
cupping contoured cheek
to shape an escape
into movements sleek,
rounding, re-sounding
without need to speak
of hope: life to grope
steeped in such mystique.
Hearing the word “genitalia” on the subway
Immediately perked up thinking of love's ballet
Cupping my ears
Trying hard to hear
As they exit, I follow, not my stop to my dismay
Rocking through the night,wizened cheeks so dear.
Cupping my face in her hands.
Beautiful grandma.
Loving her filled up my lonely childhood.
Emma made the stars shine bright.
Her love was immense.
for "Emma " contest
My grandma's name really was Emma ...
Tides pull you into waters clear,
cupping both hands, she tastes
your pain.
Her lustrous foam draws briny tears;
waves sigh in seas retraced,
then wane.
By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, 3/10/15
for Nette's Memento of Waters Contest
visual #4
cue words:
motions
to ebony tuned
rhythms
slicing stolen space
with sable
circuitous undulations
to lexical intoxications
of syllabic tones
hip cupping
silent scribed screams
of euphoric meters—
hearts jazz bopping
hip hopping
on tranquil winds
of peace and love:
words cued…
To step a moment back through time's veils
To stand beside a slowly flowing river
To reach down with cupping hands
and swallow the cold sweetness of fresh clean water
Then blink to stand again in the gutter
of New York's East Side
Watching the beautiful colors of
oily puddling sunlit filth
She danced amid layers of mystique; her tiny palms...
Cupping these dreams ? Pure this dove; bluetide mirrors
An island girl mediterranean, sands soft it's light in ivory pearls
Silhouetted shades her gaze a camera's view ? Silk fingertips tracing
My love for you ? Aside butterflies kissing red roses; sweet nectars, for two.
Form:
punctured pleasure pulsing
bounty beats blushing
hoisted horizons hankering
damping dark dances
on tainted torrent
cupping callous crest
wielded waves whooshing
heaving vying hymns
with felon verses
Ironbounds mystic move
swaying stray mood
feeble fishes chew
on and on
punctured pleasure's pawn.
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like leering torrent
seeped'n saucy vest
wielded waves worn
tuning traces torn
voluptuous surges shrunk
cupping callous lust
hoisted horizon's spell
bewitching bounty pleck
fostering felon dread
winter's call whooshes
tuning tactic traces
through ocean's capillaries
same spell knit
my fostered feelings.
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gollible Green gulping
rustic rays reeling
salient south smirking
purpled eyes pouting
dismembered rays dancing
callous contractions cupping
fallible fate fostering
per rays contracting
into green garlic
raped red remonstrating
fetish finger pointing
la-de-da luck lurching
though twain be!
One's is our tree!
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vying voluptuous veil
callous crest crave
hoisted zeal healed
tuning taunted creaks
dark dribbles drooled
gaunt gores puked
gullible guts grieved
sassy surges unleashed
crushing cupping creed
lanky limbs seeped'n
fostered felony feats
fuming fiery feet
rusty roar bruised
crescendos cremating cruise.
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Note: Of the lion.
Onion skin pages and empty windows
Repel us as much as attract—
Possess brief images locked fast in place—
Memory melded in faded photographs of thought.
We are things we once were—
Frozen kaleidoscopes of dreams
Cupping eyes and pens so tightly,
Casting free flaxseeds of imagination.
Still, sepia leaves seem white-boned
And open windows let in absences.
Onion skin pages and empty windows
Repel us as much as attract—
Possess brief images locked fast in place—
Memory melded in faded photographs of thought.
We are things we once were—
Frozen kaleidoscopes of dreams
Cupping eyes and pens so tightly,
Casting free flaxseeds of imagination.
Still, sepia leaves seem white-boned
And open windows let in absences.
dusty drips drooling
inky lits lurching
felon fits fostering
callous contractions cupping
Haggard how hankering
oily oceans assembling
nocturnal nature nimbling
fiery feelings seducing
airy allotment amputating
bounty pulses puncturing
severed seals smirking
damp dark dancing
multifarious means metamorphosing
all transcending tottering.
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Tongue on breast
Hands cupping the whole breast
Excitement builds
We are full of lust!
Heart beats go ever faster
And faces become flush with excitement
How many times have you
experienced this
you know that
many, many others
over thousands upon thousands
of years
have experienced the
same thing
We are bound together by
LOVE
In the exodus of emotions
I try to flee human fears
in earth hour.
The sky will not be civil to me.
You had become a dark flame
like port wine.
Who was changing
the skin like a snake ?
I was busy cupping a hemangioma
on the face of a moon.
Tucked between the breasts
a dream fumbles with a cyclone.
One more city dies
in my head. The streets
are walking back.
Satish Verma
eerie contractions etched
fostering fractured fetch
poring punctured pulses
worn winds wield
felon feigns drooped
hoisting hankering drools
bruised barks moaned
heaving sigh sown
by blitzkrieg enthroned
dark diminuendo dribble
cupping callous cripple
nocturnal nature nimble
spunky shaver severed
rondure creeps revered.
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Note: Of vying vision.
Eager her love's palms cupping, my warm breath..
Gently kneeding, fragrant fingers caressing dreams
Curtains drawn a mirror turns she speaks they arrive
Beautiful ladies adorned in silks perfume; natures bliss
Slowly removing her hood flaming red hair mesmerizing
Heights fiery eyes crystal sapphires about turquoise tides..
Spellbound this garden their flavour her aroma; enchanted.
AN EMOTIONAL TREE
The gust came like punches.
one of those arresting, blustery blows.
It was like a giant stood behind that tree
cupping his hands over his mouth
blew as hard as he could.
Without mercy
blood shot almond-shaped leaves.
stood frozen
then making their slow, deliberative dance
toward the asphalt below
where they lay silently without notice
and a heart breaks.
Rose wine days fill our tender moments
rose petal hours skipping on like a sigh
Rose dreams cupping my heart and yours
rose time kisses, sweet as honey
Rose love wrapped it amorous stares
rose twinkle fairy dust & Lovey-Dovey eyes
Rose darling whispers saying come close dear
Rose feelings of the soul oh how they smile
Roses on Valentine's Day,
Roses Roses, every day.
he's a sweet harmonica home Joe
soft steel raven, bending blues
dripping honey from her spoon
nothing quite says melancholy
like a harp in cupping wah-wah glow
for endless grooves, a winding show
playing Take Me Home Country Road
and Lennon's riff in Love Me Do
with gracious silk, a satin throw
a trip to the moon in a single note
around the cosmos, her kiss, I know
our love, warm lips, harmonica Joe
You Wishing
You
on the spring shore
where waves applaud on sand
where marram grass resists
Here lives the coldest wind
and no one else is there but you
Staying to watch
with arms braced
watching a world
drown then reborn
You
imagining
devising the improbable
you
silent
wishing the impossible
you
with cold fingers gracefully
cupping an orchid
in hope, in soft hope
silent words
falling from your lips
Thuck.. Thuck.. Thuck…
Why don’t you just stop
You can’t penetrate the glass
You’re just a little moth.
Thuck.. Thuck.. Thuck..
Come now, little bug
It can’t be that bad
Would you fly into the sun?
Thuck.. Thuck.. Thuck..
So fragile you are
Cupping you in my hands
Leaving glitter-dust behind.
Silence.
What are you doing in there
Little moth?
Open my hand and let you go.
Thuck.. Thuck.. Thuck..
Hmmmf.
Stupid Moth.
When the sky is dark and the moon bright,
the moths heading for heavenly lights
it is then I call your name
When the children sleep, and the mothers wait
for cold and tired fathers late
it is then I hear you knock
When the laughters quiet and the silence loud,
and the stray cats sing, strong and proud
It is then I feel your voice
when bodies lie and thought wander
dreams slipping like hands cupping water
It is then you are alive
IMPOSITION OF PAIN
you come calling
banging on my bangs
at the midnight hour
cupping my countenance
roughly in your hands
scraping more suffering
haranguing harder and harder
my head harasses the pillow
with an eternal tick tock
you shower me with increasing pressure
taunt me with moments of despair
kick it up a notch
chime in my rhyme
i grimace at your gangrenous grin
orange hues open my eyes
sky’s skewed
Kim Rodrigues © 2017