bent frames
smudgy lenses
precariously
resting on
an aristocratic
nose
unkempt!
the
baggy
sweatered
professor
exudes
leather chair
comfort
Through the vitreous glazing of my window,
Strange eerie darkness torches out,
Milky speckles twirl and dance along the sky,
The once purple sky has been gracefully transformed,
Into a vast expanse of jet black curtain,
Another night has been born,
Giving a sermon by a canopy of luminous stars.
The cars no longer clutter the roads,
Restaurants have shut down,
People are presumably quietly sleeping,
A conspicuous warming orange glow of street lamps,
Rewards the smudgy illuminations of a lamp post,
The cylindrical crickets aren’t rubbing their legs,
These nights hide our flaws,
Our imperfections find refuge in the darkness,
It sends two souls together to bed,
Yet still brings out residing demons to play,
Those with itchy fingers forage the darkness to rob,
Tick tock,
The long arm of the clock dances around confidently,
Enchanting the demons of the loud silent night.
savior’s precious blood
cleansed smudgy world by His love
brought eternal life
March 27, 2016 3.45pm
-not for a contest
Stopping by to greet all of you my loving poet friends a very Happy and Blessed Easter!
The reason is
Once opened please consume within three days
that's what the smudgy printed label says
'Best before' highlighted in big letters
for after that it won't get any better.
'Use by' is not for info, it's a warning
so you must eat it all up by the morning
You make sure that it's all gone by the date
then wonder why you don't lose any weight.
First light’s companion
Warm sheets and lovers embrace neglected
Tired boots slid on by tired feet
Patchy overalls with smudgy name tag
A quick kiss and out the door
Into the morning
Switch flipped, card punched
Onward and outward
25 years next week
Never missed a day
Reliable as the tools in the box
Solid
We live behind chipped nail
polish and smudgy makeup.
None of us are perfect, and
none of us are whole.
We let boys carry our heart
away on their gallant white
horses,
Completely aware that they're
not our princes.
We cry at romantic movies,
Only because we know that
that glamorous love
Doesn't exist.
Our expectations are too high
for our reality,
And our hopes are larger than
our dreams.
We often let our infatuation
with boys make our decisions.
Drama is the boat we ride
On our way to maturity,
And jealousy is the iceberg
We can't avoid
Best friends are the people we
call
When there's the littlest things
that mean the world to us,
And we're dying to tell
someone who cares.
We make big mistakes,
Are we're all beautiful for it.
We all have similarities and
differences,
But we're all equal.
Our nail polish chips,
And our makeup is never
perfect.
We're girls.
And we're pretty amazing for
it.
Don, not the one on the trombone,
Though you could spin a ball
Cool as him. The big stone
Where we sit watching the rain fall
Is it still there? I need
A rock stronger than that one,
When the gold leaves become weed
Wet and smudgy as the homehill pond
Is that where they found the Dragon
Dead? Our days have changed nothing
But we are changed. The bond
For the old gang is stil sweet in
My heart, Kenly, Juksweet, Young,
Gary, Comfy, Buffat with the spin
On facts only your lung
Could breathe. Dave and I are here
But I never see him, I think
Of V and Lorna there,
In that little world that even more we shrink
By travelling to bigger loneliness, and countries
And no one understand. How I want
To come back with better stories
Than before, and hear you laugh for free
In the sand bed theatre of life's comedy.
I would not measure friendship by our bond today
Yet though its love is guinep stain
All that memory of Dredge, and the pounding rain
We built this with our hands, it will not go away.
Pieces of life
drift in smoky circles over the chimney
grey against the white blue sky we can track
smudgy darkness as it carries
up and over one hundred year evergreens
mixing with your clouds.
black silk strands dance across my skin
and curtain her flawless face
smudgy desire lines her piercing eyes
as she moves toward a taste
her glance forms the unwilled
arching of my butterfly spine
liquid passion trickles down my thigh
sensation so divine
warm melting candy tongue
part her sculpted lips
love fangs peek out from a grin
before she takes a nip
flesh screams out with elation
to be her sultry bite
muscles quiver dripping sweat
before becoming tight
pink between my shaky legs
her mouth warmly tender
battle lost to unruly lust
a pink sugar surrender
She sits all alone
In her classes and at break,
A lonely trip
To the library she'll take.
No-one speaks to her,
No-one cares,
Everyone simply
Wispers and stares.
Just because she's different,
And not the same,
Doesn't justify
Calling her lame.
She's new and vulnerable,
With not even a friend,
Every day she wakes up
And prays it will end.
Her parents are strict
And won't leave her alone,
Sometimes school is
Just as bad as at home.
They shout and yell
Till her head starts to pound,
While she remains frozen
Not making a sound.
When she sits in her room
Looking up at the sky,
She lets everything out
And starts to cry.
With no-one to love her,
No-one that cares,
She slowly starts
To descend the stairs.
The tears stream down,
Her face a smudgy red,
She has no intention
Of going to bed.
She slips out of the house
So that no-one would learn,
That she had gone out into the night
And would never return.
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