Our Time
On a bed of rose petals I will tease and caress like the hands on a clock, on your belly lay you down arms out stretched a smile on our lips.
Your head is twelve I kiss my way down, till your neck is reached then down your spine instead of three my fingers entwine at the hour nine o’clock.
More kisses I plant as my way goes down, till I reach the spot at six o’clock, up and down with nibbles that will make you giggle, till at last up I go till the spot three o’clock is found.
Roll you over till our eyes do meet, in yours you see me lick my lips.
Kiss my way back from your fingertips, three o’clock is now the starting time, then I reach a rising chest on which tenderly it’s lovingly kissed.
Down, down slowly I go, till again hello six o’clock comes back around, the taste of fine wine with rose’s sweet smell I go up and up to stroke the hour which is nine o’clock.
Your eyes closed as each lid softly and gently are lovingly kissed, space you make for my head to rest, as we wait in peaceful slumber, to start a brand new day.
By
Patrick D
Categories:
starting time, i love you, love,
Form: Free verse
Dear Editor,
See how you like these poems
about movie theater.
In Movie Theater We Want To Be
Movie theater is where we want to be,
While relaxed and our soul set free,
That we did do;
Dream came true
Remember moment with you and me.
Jim Horn
RiverSea Plantation
Bolivia, NC
Put on our clothes will have to try;
We would always know reason why;
Movie to see,
And on agree;
Stopped at theater and not pass by.
At theater saw seats row after row;
Had been up high while others low;
On a screen,
Picture seen;
We loved and was such a great show.
We should see show sooner not later,
When we had gone to a great theater;
Each scene.
Saw on screen;
And show ended up being an educator.
We would walk into theater single file,
Then we had selected a certain aisle;
Always knew,
A clear view,
And were there together for a while.
Remember going to movie all alone,
And outside sun had brightly shone;
Starting time neared,
Then show appeared;
No longer a child now fully grown.
Categories:
starting time, allegory, analogy,
Form: Limerick
When doing laundry in a room
That’s shared by many others,
You can’t pretend no rules apply,
Like if you had your druthers.
You have to note the starting time
And when the cycle ends,
‘Cause someone else upon
Your punctuality depends.
It’s understood by all that if
Your washer or your dryer
Comes to a halt and you’re not there,
Then here’s what will transpire:
A person waiting takes a cart
And fills it with your washing,
Just shoving it this way and that
By flattening or squashing.
The slacker gets what he deserves
And has no cause for kvetching,
For he should know what time his clothes
Are done and up for fetching.
We all goof up from time to time
But here is my advice –
If you ignore communal rules,
Expect to pay the price.
Categories:
starting time, people, time,
Form: Rhyme
It seems that woman need to be something...
Us man...well where do we fit in...
By our self...are we a stock to be looked into...
Like brains...looks...working capital...
How do they...look at us...
After all the love is gone...
You know...the crazy side of hooking up...
Does this have a starting time...
Are the woman under pressure...
Who are we...some trophy hunters dream...
The scarry thing is...what about us left overs...
Where do we fit in...
We're the ones who watch the others...
The ones we wished we were but we're glad we're not...
Don't you worry we're still in the biggest fishing hole...
Waiting our turn to get caught...
Just like a catch and release...
We have our own brand of bait...
What ever that is...
We don't even know...
But the woman think they do...
Don't you...
Categories:
starting time, funny, imagination, life, social,
Form: I do not know?