We had better sneak the dragons whispered to each other.
You should not even be breaking in! Warned their worried mother.
Their father stayed out of it, he loved libraries and books too.
They tiptoed in the window and down the shelves they flew.
What shall we read first? Asked the little one. He was filled with glee.
I think the trick is to open the interesting ones said his cousin Lee.
Dreaming of reading since I was a baby, I was glad here just to be.
We began reading and could not stop that morning until way after three.
We were apparently caught on camera, and the librarian was glad.
She left the window open every night; she was an admirer, we had.
She left us cupcake snacks and little notes also, she was totally kind.
We read all the books in the library, glad we had a dragon’s mind.
A poem is sneaking around the corner
of the kitchen
peeking at me
I do not know whether to spy her,
or play coy until she
jumps into my lap
I sit here waiting quietly.
As I drew closer to the bedroom door,
through keyhole I peeked as I knelt on the floor.
And there she lay on a bed soft as clouds,
with barely a shadow to act as a shroud.
Quietly I crept while she peacefully slept,
a picture of beauty, I took and I kept.
I was sure not to wake her, I would not dare,
from her wonderful dreams, never to tear.
I wondered what dream she would choose to keep,
a token taken from a sleep so deep.
To interrupt my heart would not allow,
just nearing and peering like circling fowl.
Suddenly I touched her, I could not resist,
she awoke startled, clawed me and hissed.
Then Fluffy the cat scurried under the bed
and I had to snuggle with a pillow instead.
1/1/19
Slowly, gently
like a nomad, I slip away
out the back door of midnight hours ,
stepping into a brilliant autumn dome.
In a wet emerald park
Under lit panels of a tree
My guy sneaks behind me
Naughty as a vagrant wing,
Flinging on the grass, so free, so free.
And we run into the woods,
Inhaling dusk’s brightness
serenaded by jay-like trills,
while the child within holds this glee;
oh so free, free…a laughter beguiled.
Then sunrise slowly, gently flames
as our play begins to end,
he kisses my cheeks
before our moon slips-slides
into gray… a moment so free,
when our innocence abides.
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5/26/2016
Becca Teagan’s Contest: Slipping Away
*Poem inspired by aforementioned song
The pursuit of a rainbow
in the tiger sanctuary.
Mathematics fails.
*
Sundew
invites you to taste the flesh.
You fall like a guilt.
*
The pink moon
melts down in your dream. You
will not touch the flame.
Satish Verma
Seeking an encounter sneaking
Knew we drifted far apart
when no more sex for us start.
On the couch you went, sent
passion long lost, coldness our new descent.
Yet falsely believed I did
love replace our hate forbid,
into our arms recover
our love again to discover.
When on day, internet see
just what a fool made of me.
Classified hunting gone you
not for love, but sex I knew.
Hot women…. Willing… seeking,
casual encounter… sneaking.
Ashamed I say, much betrayed
now seek an end this I pray.
You I declare empty find,
wet internet burnet kind
Hard in chair, screen blank you stare
free of you, happy I swear!
Reticent were moon, sky and birds.
A pall of gloom spread on the trees.
Stoically I rode on the wings of pain,
to watch the descending values.
A timeless truth separates the charm from lies,
and I long for the generosity of past
which could connect us to future.
A flame burns the eyes.
When we took the wrong road?
Still the fever is rising.
Gods sneak into our affairs.
A firebird flies in the space with long span of shadow,
the helpless victim lies in wait, to be dispatched.
SATISH VERMA
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