THE CANDY-DATE KID-NAP
Young chap, Baby on knee.
hardly old enough to vote. Settle to nap,
Just out of mother's lap, and form dreaming.
knowledge of government still remote. Blasted! Jet fly, he up.
Must take the plunge sometime, though, Maybe now he
now is as good a time as any startle poo' chap.
to walk the straight and narrow, Cause warm feeling.
stand on one's own and be free. Bastard! Wet on my lap!
Here we go:
(moment's hesitation)
right before left.
Got it, good show!
……PERAMBULATION.
Dinner was for two, a shared dessert meant to please
Exotically prepared, with apt name to tease
Across the table she’s testing, probing not too deep
The taste lights up her face, no secrets can it keep
Help me out she whispers, into action I leap
Beautiful in texture, already having regrets
Yielding to the craving, oh how willpower forgets
Cream runs soft and silky, soothing over ache
Her hands spoon me more, perhaps more than I can take
Obsession builds again, reaching layer of sponge
Caught in resistance, I choose to take the plunge
Oaths fill my mind, sugar high sets me dizzy
Lost in a chocolate maze, layers keep us busy
Angels driven outward, demons devour inside
This just-right moment’s gone too far to hide
Each dunk goes deeper, the wafers start to flake
Crumbling extra pleasure every scoop we make
Allies in debauchery, our bodies can’t resist
Karma, she’s a b!tch, but tonight we both insist
Ending in the bedroom where our real passion persists.
There’s always soap
To kill the germs,
Remove the scum
And wash dead skin cells
Down the drain.
Is there hope
To kill the ‘worms’ inside?
Remove the scum and stay alive?
Clean the head, scrub brain cells:
And with one voice, scream, “We can learn!”
No time for Soap Operas,
No time for dopes.
No time for hang ups;
All hung up on soap-on-a-rope.
Just remove the scum already.
No time for silly fragrances
That cover up our stench and filthiness.
The time is now,
To clean up our act.
The time is now,
As a matter of fact.
The time is now
To take the plunge,
Get baptized!
Remove the scum!
And for goodness’ sake,
Please bathe, or at the very least,
Dance in a rain shower
With rainbows sparkling down
With full flower power.
And don’t be a numb skull,
use sume soap.
They say, “Cleanliness is next to Godliness.”
But I say, mispelling is not a sin
Nor are grammatical errors.
It’s just more proof
That I am ... only human.
I am not a robot,
Snowflake.
One step forward, two steps back –
That’s the way I function.
There is something that I lack
When I am at the junction
Of making a decision
Which will finalize a plan,
No matter the precision
Since my research first began.
It’s like I’m on a diving board,
Afraid to take the plunge,
My hesitancy like a cord
My body can’t expunge.
And yet I search and plan and hope
My M.O. might just change
And I can shed that binding rope
And step-wise, rearrange.
Lucid refractions prance in this day's gloaming
Window panes sway in play to each heave and hoe
Stirred by haunting echoes of distant loons wailing
My gaze awakens in sheets that float her still to and fro
Shimmering, the surface murmurs...Take the Plunge
A primal beckoning that whispers to us each by name
Push the door, step up to the edge...Take the Lunge
Into freshwater so translucent, it hides no shame
Success is drawing blood.
Follow in my tracks.
There's no rush.
Im not missing.
Just off the straight and narrow.
Open to facilitate.
Steadfast to invigorate.
There are drawbacks
But I take the plunge.
Time passed as pastime.
Days blend differently.
Its not my daily grind.
But it helps to get by.
They say life slips through our fingers,
but I think it slips through our toes,
for you never know the day you might...
wrong a right
dye your hair green
out of spite
or even take the plunge
into death's dreaded depths and...
Go
And when you do,
you might think of all the things
you didn't do -
all the places you never walked,
but more particularly,
those whose shoes you never walked in,
and walked over their hearts instead,
yes, I think it's our toes that life slips through
after all
Brochures arrive quite often
And they beckon with a deal –
It’s time for senior living –
You don’t know how good you’ll feel!
There’s a pool, a gym, a clubhouse
With so much that you can do
And you’ll make new friends, for everyone’s
A senior just like you!
I know folks who have transitioned,
Others soon to take the plunge,
Eager for a fresh new start,
Their former lives set to expunge.
Though I envy their excitement
And the purging of the past,
I don’t see that in my future,
For I think the die’s been cast.
It is so hard to decide
Whether to stay on this ride
Driving us both to a frenzy
Please tell me if there is any
Way we both wont crash and burn
It is a very sharp turn
We are taking down this road
Carrying a heavy load
Both our pasts weighing us down
Do we need to turn around
Before we're on a dead end street
Full of lies, heartache, deceipt
It's such a slippery ride
Let's be cautious and not slide
Into a romance too fast
Slow down, ease up on the gas
Before our hearts take the plunge
Off a cliff we both will lunge
Hanging on so we don't fall
Off this ledge, let's just stall
Stepping on the breaks so we
Can glide a along more safely
Take the plunge..As I have before, try your friends..
Just to be sure.' Give them truth..Support' some trust
Then wait and see.' Expecting no love, or hate..that fire.'
For it might flare? Their will exposed, in steeped despair?
Who knows the spirit of humans? Deep to core? but one.!
The Great I Am, within deep seas we can't escape him
He's traced each wrinkle, none can berate Him.' And
So I turn to my only Father, who has warned me often
I had allowed for rather..? Well a different speil or option'
Did it depend in part how i'd spun the wheel.? God is
True let all others be liars' add the crackle of thorns to
To call those before Him called..? God watches 'all people'
And
Maybe, wonders?
At much stupidity as yet; he stokes hells fire.'
Why is it harder to say yes than no?
Is the pendulum biased to No side?
Is the seesaw weighted more on NO side
Why is it harder to sway up on a swing to yea?
It's fear that weighs you down!
Fear of what yea may mean.
afraid of being used,
afraid of being disappointed,
afraid of letting someone down,
afraid of being hurt,
afraid of being rejected,
afraid of being left alone,
afraid of being left vulnerable,
afraid of putting your heart on the line,
afraid of the unknown,
afraid of change,
afraid of failure,
afraid of stepping outside of your comfort zone.
But what are you missing out on?
Take the plunge from the high platform
of procrastination.
Give sway to yea, and let go.
The pool is deep, its surface quivering,
trembling with affable expectation.
Time and Chance
Time and chance
Faith and fate
Strive succeed, relax regress
The charm of beauty
And the pride of life
Are often the fortress of loneliness
And vast sadness
Time and chance
Faith and fate
The heart is the real deal
Beyond the veil is the seal
For only in you lies the verity
Time is a tyrant
Chance has no script
Time and Chance
Faith and fate
Mingling in the matrix of the mind
Face your fears, feed your faith
Soar like the Eagle, conquer space
Take the plunge, dear to float
In adversary lies victory
Someone perusing all the lines I penned
before this century would surely think
I must have signed a contract to produce
just poems with the strictest rhyming schemes!
It seemed my mind was programmed to create
rhymed couplets or a-b-c-b quatrains.
I asked myself then, “Must you always rhyme?
If so, you could at least try other styles.”
Because I’d always liked to read blank verse,
I vowed I’d take the plunge and write some too!
I love the partial freedom it affords.
While rhyming’s not included, meter is—
those five iambic feet I so adore.
April 5, 2023
for the Simply Poetry 2 Contest
Sponsor: John Lawless
Love beckons, let’s take the plunge
but first dark desires expunge,
lest cravings lead us astray
and our soul, we so betray.
If pure joy we wish to find,
we must first rest lower mind,
rushing forward to embrace,
outpourings of divine grace.
Know love does not hesitate,
so why for then, do we wait?
Oh worthy monk, take the leap,
feeling bliss mists seep in deep.
Resting habit of thinking,
head and heart, with love linking,
no sooner we come undone,
our soul with God becomes one.
28-March-2023
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Writing Challenge - 'P' Words - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
optimistic turtle decides to take the plunge
he pushes off Gardner's Island with hope in his heart
he rides choppy waters for hours
heading toward the far-away lighthouse
knowing there is some sort of refuge there
he takes periodic breaks, floating easily on top of the waves
unconcerned, with resolve that he will not only survive but thrive
his optimism fills the ocean with hope
even the sharks feel it, and they respond
secretly rooting for him to make it
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