Eyes opening;
Gaze slowly focusing;
White sheet covering;
A cold body quivering.
Icy shallow inhales;
Straps binding loosely;
Unable to move or speak;
Yearn for eternal rest.
Forcing another breath;
Strength so very weak;
Free of all addictions;
Search for a final veil.
Pitted face; rotted flesh;
As I slip into the void,
Of this endless black.
Forgotten in the morgue,
just needle me to death.
Delighting our Black Caps chaps
Uniting fans fighting nite nite naps
Gaslighting Indian foes mishaps
Rewriting those cricketing maps
As the Black caps hit their straps
Darryl the toast the host soul saps
Gunbarrel straight out of the traps
They unravel yet another six slaps
Our great festive carol never flaps
A late Christmas pressie unwraps
Flicks & tricks spate picks the gaps
Indian spinners fate sinners lapse
Black caps chaps claps & back slaps
Kiwi yippee we see diddy GP scraps
Even that fat cat Virat finally snaps
Zen of Darryl and Glen victory laps
After white-wash a chance perhaps?
Hitch both Ajaz & Mitch under wraps
No Will or Matt but still Indians zaps
The plush crushed can’t turn off taps
Out gunned out spun another collapse
Lush waves rush flush with Black caps
Oh what a week,
I am so glad Friday's here
there's been a bit of chaos
but today brings good cheer
Not sure how it happened
in the blink of an eye
but the weekend ahead
gives me joy, I won't lie!
So, pull up your boot straps
and get ready for work,
because today is Friday,
and you can't shirk work
By Poet "Great memories are the best kind to have but some memories bring a waterfall of tears."
all little girls like to play dress up
mom had great hats, bags and pearls
her pretty white pearl necklace was long
around my neck
hitting my knees
her floppy hats were very colorful
the big red one almost covered my face
bringing out my pink rose blush tiny cheeks
I loved her big colorful bags
some with straps some with metal chains
playing for hours made me all grown up
at the time I did not know value
of this costume pretty white pearl necklace
a few dollars when new
years later I found them
new she only paid a few dollars
now all these years later I found them
where she left them sitting in an old box
the precious jewels I played with for hours
now with meaning more than if they were real pearls
There are things we take for granted
People used to do without
With a thousand-plus examples,
But these verses are about…
Fasteners we use for clothing,
Such as zippers, hooks or snaps,
Also buttonholes and buttons,
Buckles, laces, even straps.
Have you heard of Whitcomb Judson?
He and Gideon Sundback share
The invention of the zipper -
Just let Google take you there.
All my jeans and many jackets
Have that satisfying zip,
Which my ancestors, when dressing,
Never had a chance to grip.
Every fastener has background
Which may fascinate or bore,
But we owe some thanks to those
Who get us quicker out the door.
*Thanks to my husband for the title!
In 2013 Amélie Ségarra danced on a Grand Piano with knives
taped to the tips of her feet.
The room is empty apart from a single man in a music box
He wears a black an white suit buttoned up to the collars with bronze cufflinks,
To get up she uses an old Woven Rope in brown
You can see her nipples as she looks up, Adam's apple following her gaze
along with everything else.
She starts dancing.
From above the waist her arms jut out, grabbing widely at air and trust
But below it's easy
At times it looks harder to be the piano.
Remember how close she got to the edge.
Rapidly tapping the tips of toes, taped into shoes,
Screwed onto knives.
At times the screech was louder than the music.
Engaging her hips she’d lift up her thigh, bent at the knee
The arch of her foot seeming to just hang there.
Before it drops she makes the sound of a boxer.
Something only rooms with loud figures giving orders to lots of people
doing the same thing in repetition can bring out.
The music has stopped, so now all you hear is knee engaging ankle,
Holding up a foot wrapped in pink ruffled straps.
Smalling down an into
a seemingly endless
Grand Piano.
Sexuality marooned jellybean pilfered spigot refugees vomit hazelnut in some static plain cloud cupboard.
A stifled hexed harvest, suffer the stagnant taffy contraception,
Oxidized gut-string lyre feeble mast crippled rod.
Shall you be parallel on the naked stem on the shrunken pagan altar?
Penguin whale jackal follicle carriage orgies
I have the cavernous trunk of thirst,
Permanently altered, famines, droughts.
Loosen your sticky grasp upon an evening so slutty bean Venus squaw chubby stone figurines
languid horny speed gutter bunnies.
let down cord straps drop fiddles kneel whip cable ties.
Snickering geriatric hags cupcake outskirts of one
Platypus settlement
.
from thuh straps draping
hern shoulders
it's linen
flowing unto hern
hip's limb'z tramp's
digits
mine eyne
roam'd
it's soft blueberry drape
outlined
hern taut
gift
mine unwrap'd
Frenetic
thuh sylph
her eyne
almost
exophthalmous
her lips
trembled
az aft her dome
flump'd
hern grateful
echo'd through thuh
forest
Blushing blooming flower
red blue full of desire
she lays still
pouring slowly
spill
drips of love
holding tights and latex gloves
she makes it easy
but hard to breath
slowly letting out
with ease
pushing further into night
like heros fighting unlikely frieghts
she wonders home
step one two three
leaving me here
breathing slowly
Feather leather strap
tight bright makes one wept
Feather fly down oh my
leather tighter
straps
red black pink and blue
so many colours on You
leather feather straps
Its fine relax
lace like
a barbed wire fence
the last line
of defense
before everything
becomes senseless
again
for a while
that feels like
eternity
and we don’t want
to be anywhere else
don’t you look
demure
slipping casually
out of it,
straps fall past
your shoulders,
all that I dreamed
the look in your eyes enough
to set an army at attention,
what is it
sex and war?
is it in vulnerability,
passion and violence
of fighting?
could be why wars last so long
why there are always more after one is over
prolonged copulation
without conscience
or lingerie.
The boot is passed around -
You’ve seen it
walking into buildings
Don’t steal it
You don’t want it
Who wants the boot
…say boooooo
Contraption traps
my leg, ankle, foot
The pressure
infused
Straps look better
on my sandals
Release…release…release
then the feet recline -
as they tool around
grinding, spreading
cracking my smile
can’t even frown
moving tongue
left, left, left
don’t want to bite it
heard the bloody stories
made it out the door
put the boot on
reclining
wining
in a good way
staying cool for
three or four
weeks
I jest:
They gave me the boot
holidays should be fine
if I walk the walk
Stack a block upon a block, you need no reason why
Keep on stacking blocks on blocks until they reach the sky
When they reach above your head they’ll seem so very high
But if they topple over there will be no need to cry
Just stack a block upon a block to have another go
But stack them up more carefully and stack them up real slow
And when you stack them higher than they were before, you’ll know
That every time you try again your confidence will grow
So stack a block upon a block, make sure it won’t collapse
Don’t use cement nor sticky tape, don’t use securing straps
Just keep on stacking blocks on blocks and if there’s no mishaps
This time they may well reach the sky, perhaps, perhaps, perhaps
Curled tail,
Tucked beneath the horse head.
Eyes open wide,
Seeking plastic inside.
Too remove from the waters,
Sliding across the waves.
Catching folds of water filled with trapped fish.
Holding each life.
Seeing the last twitch.
The Sea Horse Mine gathers balls of glittering plastic.
Mountains of bottles and nets.
Unfortunate straps floating by are last,
Piled high.
The Sea Horse Mine,
Would like to send back,
All the human made trash!
I live in a "Mean Peoplez Zone"
soou
leave me alone: I'll introduce
to you to my dad Miezzer.
So stringy is he
and I'll let you see: he's
so
cheap he waits for clothes to go
on sale at goodwill. he told a story
of aman who used a elk, deer and
moose to stem cell meat for cheep.
They only asked me was it gamey
he said. " Nah: Nah, the fella spoke
real quality meat!
Now course you gotta put alotta
garlic onions
and horseradish and stuff
on it not to taste the
woods and grasseyness
other than that it's real quality meats,
gamey no, no i
Wouldn't play around with
something a foolish as that "
niw myself I like the straps from the leather
it's a savings bonanza.
Son of the Scarecrow
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