Short Sweating Poems
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wrestling ‘tween nephews
and trav’ling uncle, teaching, taunting,
flipping, sweating, bonding,
championing smiles
You and I lay here
Under the covers sweating
On our face a smile
As I look into your eyes
They place a flame in my heart
i must say today
its not hot
its a boiling pot
am sweating a lot
the heat got my beat
its driving me nuts
AM BRUNNING UP
some days hots
its na sweating pot
some time cold
your arms or fold
its times don't get no better
its
GOOD AND BAD WEATHER
You think I'm sprinting...
This is just the beginning,
Not even sweating
My heart is barely beating
Living for long-haul loving
Best you is running
And you think crawling is fine
Complacent fool, move!
The wall of fire's coming
Start sweating before it nears
heated quicken aire
temperatures boiling pot
sweating man it's hot
7/9/20
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020 ©
Hot tubular pulsing
Breaks through the earth
Fragrant milk
Dew crowning
Pink purple sweating
Toward the light
Up into hands waiting
Form:
AND WE DANCE TO THE SOUND OF THE RHYTHM
SWEATING HOT;THE MUSIC REVERBERATING
AND SOON OUR LUNGS GIVE WAY
AND OUR LEGS WOBBLE IN THE SWAY-
Red cherry splashes
in sweating drink, smile flashes.
My first date.
{Form is Collom Lune.
Inspired by Andrea's pretty picture #2}
It's the most frustrating time of the year.
It's sweater weather in the morning
And then by lunch time
You're sweating like it's your job.
i have a passion need
my have a love seed
today am sweating a lot
is very very hot
i do won't get my minds wet
but its
TO HOT FOR SEX
Daylight sparkling
Rushing vehicles
Deadlines looming
Sweating and running.
I love sleep.
Darkly stripping.
Softly slipping.
Deepness, forgetting.
slick
quickly red
soaking
hands clutching
pain
writhing agony
sweating
screaming
yes
release and with great power
woman releases her child
Form:
its the time of year
weather is fair
its was cold soup bowl
now its hot
am sweating a lot
and it not summer
i must say
this is a
WINTER SUMMER DAY
oxymoronic
cruel kindness of blacks and blues
ink blots as its spent
sweating profusely…it stinks
a stagnant pond with no life
they ache from bending hot day picking....
union of voices spanish tongue
in produce fields dusty sweating farmworkers....
wanting needing more bread
Teeth gnashing
Pencil snapping
Clock ticking
No clicking
Words failing
Mind flailing
Forehead sweating
Frowning, fretting
Blank page,
Blocking rage!
in winter session
mist fall at night forms dew drops
flowers seem sweating
tho its hot
your sweating a lot
your boby trot
its the feeling
have you kneeing
you cloth or wet
you won't get
its in everyway
its
SEX ON A HOT SUMMER
DAY
a balmy evening
sweating out rivers of heat ~
sun glares in silence
too hot to handle
sounds of summer pierce the sky ~
cicada chorus
laying in the sand
listen to beach band
with cold drink in hand
its hot a sweating pot
to its its fun
looking up as water is flowing dust
its the
BEACH AND THE SUN
Summer
Hot, vibrant
Scorching, sweating, illuminating
Shorts, sunglasses, snowman, sweaters
Shivering, shoveling, darkening
Cold, white
Winter
Walking up the hill
Head on straight
Strapping on gloves
Sitting on the gate
Clipping in the petals
locking up the brakes
leaning
standing
sweating
shaking
waiting
and then
Slam
He spun the wheel,
no big deal there;
no real money.
In a short while.
that big smile of
poor Lyle vanished.
He pursed his lips,
Gripped his chips and
Took nips of gin.