She smiled
An ambient temperature smile
At best
A torqued acknowledgement.
The paper shrieked
Eraser burn and frustration
Testing the limits
Of its tortured muse.
Again
Words kissed the atmosphere
Glided on meter
Danced in a rhythmic dream.
Again
She smiled
A tear, a whispered
“I love you”
Embracing her gift
I wondered:
“Would you love me If I wasn’t a poet?”
Categories:
torqued, love hurts, poetry,
Form: Free verse
The south wind came and it blew so strong
it sent my backboard where it didn't belong
Busted and crooked it warped so much
from the Gods of winds performing their thrust
Now my basketball has no fair of play
it's gone all torqued up throughout the day
But the rim is still in level condition
my ball maneuvers will have a pure rendition
Next time I will remember to anchor things down
or I will likely have a much bigger frown
Categories:
torqued, anxiety, appreciation,
Form: Free verse
Fafhrd, Conan, Tarzan...
They could all beat me in a battle!
But when seeking true love,
I'm the one in the saddle.
But I'm the foolish one,
cause I had a dear love near,
though I took my heart to the internet
where my keystrokes torqued my steer.
In seeking the truest of love,
I was catfished by a foreigner,
and lost everything I knew and loved
where my real dreams swallowed shortener.
My heart is now shattered in a million pieces;
only true love here is covered deep in feces!
Saturday, April 2, 2022
MY FOOLISH HEART Cash Prize Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: L MILTON HANKINS
Categories:
torqued, anxiety,
Form: Rhyme
The mystery of the Can-can
Shot to h*** a theory of insanity
Torqued a line of serious gals
To move in synchronicity
Second chance, the motion spreads
A wonder still admired
A daring scene down under
Luscious scissors strange desire
Moving forms with feathery adorn
Do fascinate an inner dialog
Flying wonder by everyone withheld
Behold - The row of broken dreams
Arm in arm it seems composed
To swiftly wave goodbye to all
Categories:
torqued, celebration, goodbye,
Form: Free verse
Most dastardly
Executive Majesty,
we serve at your pique pleasure
obsequiously so
Yea, Darth Lord,
we be the surreptitious, servile ones:
Leper skin publicans, publicly hiss reviled
Tonsil rear ends torqued low
is our mealy-mouth status quo
We’re liquored up lap dogs
Always lip bent overly yours
Tongue rolls of surfeit flattery,
buttery tones of praise gluttony piled on
Nay, Imperial Vader,
we echo only your strident, bellyaching growls
from our sphincter pie holes
Boast bastardly
King El Presidente,
and we cower at your cheek displeasure
ingratiatingly so
Our speech undignified,
flesh market wench pride
was thirty silver pieces sold
minus six-feet degrees below
Aye, Commander-in-Chief Bellow Nero ...
Imp patient Sanballast ground zero,
your every atomic jinn wish gets grovel granted
We bow mice-men be the fawn minion pagan pawn devotees,
submissively submitting to such spittle humiliation willingly
Ever always lip bent overly yours
Categories:
torqued, parody, perspective, satire, word
Form: Burlesque
The rubber band land, short and long,
thick and thin elastic stretch pull along;
it's pulled, it's pushed, poked and often touched,
it gives, it takes, it's prod and plucked,
flicked back and forth, twisted and torqued,
stroked and brushed;
it rolls, it folds, it overlaps,
it slips, it slides, it even bends back;
used, abused, misused and used again,
it continues to forgive, renew and bend;
then one day, unseen and brave
the elasticity begins to slowly slip away.
Hard as it tries
it's stretched beyond its ply
it elongates and begins to show its cracks,
it lacks the will and desire to slip back;
the strand inched out beyond its original limb
having given all its giving;
nothing left to retrieve
no final last reprieve;
no more give, all taken
that final straw now breaking.
The band now laid to waste
with a search for another to take its place
but for some there is no counterpart
their existence is a singularity of art
like the land upon the earth
once flowed lush and green from birth
erased by the human seed
and his all consuming greed.
Categories:
torqued, allegory, earth,
Form: Couplet
Sinew torqued and bowed as he pressed the weight
Of drudge claimed goods to be stacked and stowed.
The lady claimed that his omnipresent proclivities
Would neither build strength of character nor stature.
Laugh, she did, as she knew the wolverine has left the den,
To build his muscle with more willing obstructions.
The starving dog follows the master who feeds him:
And she, the mistress, always leaves flesh on the bone
Categories:
torqued, philosophy, romance,
Form: Free verse
Exquisite are the nights
this shadow walks to lean,
transcending did excite
feeling feeding in it teams,
ravished senses blushing
ached blessings torqued ignite
drawn enfolds in lusting
Water,Fire,Wind … Earth brightened
A rasp of gentle breath
tasting silk dripped nights,
falling sighs in little deaths
sensuous knowing sighted
No reason in the flowing
of interlocking vows,
ecstasy trapped the banging
drowned out screams of now
trickled kisses sprinkled
wicked rallied into fumes,
heating bellowed winds
spell thrown around the room
Unfurled in slowing motion
a flower in the bloom
Sweet the gentle floats
a feather in the wind
languorous is the wanting
being ravished in this sin
throwing off restraint
bedazzled witches bound
beauty in the spooning
can always be profound
Breathing in blasphemed
gloried velvet charms
glowing in the eddy’s
I am sated and disarmed
Categories:
torqued, passion
Form: Free verse
Exquisite are the nights
this shadow walks to lean,
transcending did excite
feeling feeding in it teams,
ravished senses blushing
ached blessings torqued ignite
drawn enfolds in lusting
Water,Fire,Wind … Earth brightened
A rasp of gentle breath
tasting silk dripped nights,
falling sighs in little deaths
sensuous knowing sighted
No reason in the flowing
of interlocking vows,
ecstasy trapped the banging
drowned out screams of now
trickled kisses sprinkled
wicked rallied into fumes,
heating bellowed winds
spell thrown around the room
Unfurled in slowing motion
a flower in the bloom
Sweet the gentle floats
a feather in the wind
languorous is the wanting
being ravished in this sin
throwing off restraint
bedazzled witches bound
beauty in the spooning
can always be profound
Breathing in blasphemed
gloried velvet charms
glowing in the eddy’s
I am sated and disarmed
Categories:
torqued, passion
Form: Free verse