.
the two tone'd
textures
theirn
twist
trading
throat thunder
threading their thews
titillating
theirn think
transfixed
tete-a-tete
toasting
this tempt'n
tome'z
teach
tip
theirn
'telegence
thusly
* diversely ethnical .)
*"tete-a-tete" means;
'head to head' [french]
Categories:
thews, beautiful, blessing, culture, giggle,
Form: Romanticism
.
Hern purty bedroom eyne glinting
blue eye'd mine torso's thump echoed
az up her's shouted out the Spring
hern gray lock'd twixt mine digits closed
"not letting go" i from mine screamed
drawn she smiled attracting mine think
Hern lip'd every word forth mine dream'd
az if hern mythic wrote this script
my thews rrrip'd into hern firm grip'd
')
Categories:
thews, adventure, allegory, crazy, crush,
Form: Terza Rima
I mourn for the death of my former youth,
a time of innocence and naive bliss
which hid from me life's dark, unpleasant truth,
but now holds all the pleasures that I miss;
a time of handsome beauty, brawn, and thews,
as of Greek gods in their Olympian prime,
like Hercules of fabled strength, sinews,
and might of past renown from mythic time.
But, O Cupid!...how I do most pine for
your renewing of my dead, barren life,
which now lusts for the nubiles of folklore,
whose maidenheads can quench my burning strife!
Because of my decline's ever-growing years,
I've lost both youth and love as old age nears.
Categories:
thews, age, innocence, longing, loss,
Form: Sonnet
The wicked souls like gasoline light up
Afire without remorse sorrow and heat
As if Hiroshima Nagasaki
In bright atomic pillars of fire burn
Unquenched like a mad lunatic bonfire
The judged the condemned the damned all around
Without mercy are swallowed engulfed by
The supernatural fates and their white-hot
Enraged furies as if to disgrace men
And fallen angels at war against earth
As gamma-rays consume their calcified
Bones they cannot withstand resist before
Megiddo's Jesus Christ whose burning light
Flash-cooks their soft moist fleshy tongues in
Their mouths like steaks as the sight of him melts
And liquefies their eyeballs into ooze
In their sockets as heads and scalps ablaze
With radioactive fire's decay and heat
Whilst ashen clothes like death's sackcloth robes fall
From rude and roasting flesh such that even
Thews sinews ligaments and tendons of
Flesh melt in the wrath of the Next Advent
Until they are gently slain by his love
Without forgiveness hope or the grace of
Redemption and salvation and are thrown
Into the lake of fire forever where
The damned are “weeping and gnashing of teeth!”
Categories:
thews, bible, future, imagery, jesus,
Form: Blank verse
.
Up I lift your petite thews as your
pneuma follows
ahhh
your breasts
mine face
your swell
from mine trace
Like the feather
so slight
so much like the Robin’s egg
I must softly touch
in fear of thine crush
Platinum blond wavey long locks
pretty bright blues
and pink flesh from our long days
sun
kiss me
shut me up
Categories:
thews, passion,
Form: Free verse