Can you feel heels and laughter spin,
rotating and dizzy on scattered dots?
Throwback beat in the air is blasting
music and bodies stay in circulation.
Rotating and dizzy on scattered dots,
nothing can compare to this dance.
Melodic transfusion revitalizes the soul.
Throwback beat in the air is blasting,
a snapshot of every couple before them.
Longing electrifies those neon panels.
Music and bodies stay in circulation,
never enough feather boa smooches.
Dark euphoria dresses up that disco ball.
Had a crazy dream last night
Dreamt I was living in a world
Where kisses were units of currency
First thing I thought of
Was that cute li'l cashier at Walmart
To pay for a $50 item
Would require 50 kisses plus tax
Bringing the total to 60 smooches
I would start shopping for all kinds of stuff
That I didn't actually need
I'd even buy ladies lingerie like bras and knickers
And give them away to my neighbourhood ladies!
In all likelihood I'd go broke
But man, would I be a happy bum
Going to bed now to hopefully pick up
Where I left off...
A most neglected of limbs is the wrist
Next to a place where ladies still get kissed
Smack dab on dainty hand
Is where smooches do land
Hard bony wrists are just not in demand
Out of the mouths of babes echoes “Car! Car!”
and points he the bended finger waving.
In my close held orbit his rising star
shines in playful hugs and smooches craving!
Wise an old head on little shoulders sit,
Oh, that likeness of face, that heart of song,
the torch of wonder in a child’s mind lit -
I see it all and know that you belong.
That first smile, first kiss, first coos outgrowing
did all my past attentions rearrange -
we are now that bond which comes from knowing
how you were begotten and I was changed.
My darling boy two years a gentle soul
know that I your praises sing to the world.
Written: March 2002
Bless me with enough smooches,
That I may confess the blunt honesty of thy will.
Bless my heart with painting in thy words,
To such extent you know my testimony is your grace.
Enough is the triggering pooches,
It keeps me standing still.
Enough are the beautiful looking bird,
That keeps my eyes wandering in space.
Let the armor you are reflect in me;
No doubt, it will supply me enough glamour.
Without thy breathes inking words, will my heart ever be?
Healing power is thy beauty; my prowess rammer.
The way you seek,
Is in me bleeding...
It's your choice to make it strong or weak.
Passing through it at will, shall keeps it breeding...
I have a secret:
A very unbelievable one.
It is a world of beauty in discreet,
I do perceive is filled with fun.
Why do I fear getting old?
Whence Saturdays are always for youth.
Whose body won't take hold,
When flexing the best roads with Ruth.
What else could save enough smooches on my skin;
Which caress my hearts illness,
Where as, am free coz she isn't a kin.
What more to reference the would-be of future stillness!
When the memories of the youth blossoms at heart,
And the deeds an adoring art.
Life is unbelievable in its awesomeness,
You awe to the ought to be of its vividness.
Why can't I live like youth forever?
But everyone's wish is not that clever...
© 2020
® Olábòsóyè Wèmímó Oláolúwá
Thirsty rain smooches ground keenly,
sprinkles love to turn it fertile land.
Flowers blush gazing at their deep foreplay
and pretend to fall asleep
providing privacy.
Wind flatters as a bracing feather blanket,
waltzing diligently to their melodic rhythm;
Whole night relishes playing hide and seek,
willingly colliding with trees to create fun;
Wishing them good luck for intimate night,
with wavering smile carried aroma around..
birds and animals
are in slumber unaware ...
dawn enters early
Sep 16, 2020
Note:Writing challenge -Nature - Four in one Poetry
Contest.
Sponsored by A dear heart -Constance La France.
wl mt u @ arpt 2 nt wt whs
smos hs wtng 4 u
wt wz ur flt #?
p/u @ gt ? wn u arv hm
t/o fd, fn, bb gm
fyg hg n lv lv.
Translation:
will meet you at airport tonight with wheels
smooches, hugs waiting for you
what was your flight number?
pick-up at gate 5? when you arrive home
take-out food, fun, baseball game
flying high on love, luv.
bounty braces grumbled
humming hoisted hurdle
sassy syllables strained
cremating crumbling crane
rusty rebirth bewitched
rumbling reincarnation enriched
callous colour bruised
blueish orange blooms
dark dual drool
mystic moaning etched'n
punctured pruning crest
smiting succulent breast
voluptuous ordeals vying
taunt smothered smooches.
'20:04:20:19:38
Note: Of nocturnal nature. Inspired by a picture of the cloud I took this evening.
Romantic
Valentino,
nicknamed
Latin Lover.
Red-blooded, silent
movie star.
Starstruck
women swooned.
Legend
collapses. . .
his death caused
mass hysteria.
drop dead gorgeous goodbye.
red
rose smooches grave.
2/8/2020
Not for contest
Edward Ibeh’s Yalto Form
Line 1 to 15: 3,4,2,4,5,3,2,3,2,3,3,5,6,1,5 syllables
depth of scintillating eyes twitching just to see my barren soul-
your hands MELT over my body as you kiss my somnolent nape;
for my zenith has been met ~ a vestige of your silhouette ~
(embracing evocative dawn before the lithe of dusk)
an aria of light surrounds your aura,
transcending through all that i am and all i could ever be~
you say my beauty,
becoming,
i say your lips,
soft as chiffon
and
i am the air to your sky,
the push to your shove~
you are the reason i fly
with wings like a dove
sugar-coated smooches with your lips pressed against mine~
strawberry sundae romance with a cherry on top;
~we created the perfect match~
side by side,
carrying each other through mediocre obscurity;
hand in hand~
we weather the storms in uncharted territory;
a
mysterious
love...
I'D DIE FOR
11.20.19
Boy sees girl
Boy smooches on girl
Wedding bell's chime
Loaded with expectations
It was
Passions guided it
His quick moves
Surprised his own self
She taken aback
“It was fantastic
I enjoyed it,” she lied
“So did I,”
He was not honest either
Reality very farther
They waved
The goodbyes
It had taken
Long time coming
But when
The meeting came-
There were
No love songs
Nobody crooned
Nobody grooved
Actually
A damp squib
It was clumsy
The kisses
The smooches
The embraces
The gentle touches
The love making
Alas!
Love on social sites
More promising
Real love
Not all
That ‘sweet little thing’
What a lovely Sunday morning in the park
Sky and lake alive and baby dressed in blue
In the stroller by the bench with mom and pop
They kiss between each lick from Popsicles on a stick
Delicious as the smooches they deliver cherry sweet
Little baby is occupied with his lollipop of yellow
An unsavory fellow old and gray crawling in the grass
Twisting winding exactly like a snake to steal his snack
The child will not be compromised by Mr. ugly creeping up
Greasy filthy hands reach out to take his stuff
The little one pulls out two pistols from his covers
Because two guns are better than one
He fires away like a happy holiday
It is not nice to take a lollipop
It might seem easy as stealing candy from a baby
But not from one with two hand guns gone crazy
TAKE SOME IME AND READ BETWEEN THE LINES
NUTURE THOSE WORDS WHICH NEED NUTURING
CAUSE ATTENTION TO THE PARTS THAT NEED TO
HAVE ATTENTION, ONE VERSE LEAD TO ANOTHER
AND BUILDS-UP TO CLIMAX AND RESTART THE CHORUS
IN THE VERSE ONE LINE STARTS THE NEXT COVERSATION
UNTIL YOU AND I COME TOGETHER TO BEGAN THE CHORUS.
COMPLIMENTS AND GREETINGS, SMOOCHES AND KISSES
TIL WE GET DOWN TO GETTING DOWN.
THE TWO SOPRANOS MUMBLE ENOUGH TO BE HEARD
THE ALTOS AND TENORS SING CLEARLY SO THE SONG CAN BE HEARD
THE BASS' PUT BOTTOM AND COME BACK ON TOP, WHEN WE START
DUETING THEN THEY STOP. TAKE HEED TO WHAT'S GOING ON, IT MORE COMPLEX THAN THE OTHER SONG'S, TAKE SOME TIME WE GONNA DO-IT RIGHT
THEY'LL APPLAUD THIS ON AND ASK FOR ONE MORE NIGHT
GET THAT LOVE, CAUSE THE LOVE IS WHAT WE NEED.
SUGAR BABY HONEY BUN, SWEET PIE, YOUR THE SWETEST ONE
LET ME KNOW JUST HOW YOU FEEL, SWEET STICKY THANG, THAT FOO REEL
AINT GOT NO TYME, TIL THE NEXT ONE, LET DO-IT RIGHT,YOU KNOW THE ONE
WE CAN AD-LID A FADE IF THE SOUND IS RIGHT, CRISP ENOUGH, THEY'LL SAY YOU KNOW THAT'S RIGHT.
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