Awaken me to your amorous assurances
Bind me to your sweet, sensuous soul
Connect me to your comforting care
Dance with me in dreamland's distant skies
Embroider me in harlequin patterns
Forge me into a freeing form
Gild me with that golden stardust
Hold me close to your heart, darling
Invite me into your inmost inbox
Join me in affection's joyous journey
~ "Kiss me when the sun sleeps..."
Love me till forever lasts
Make me your miracle moonbeam
Nestle me in your nurturing arms
Overwhelm me with outstanding devotion
Please me with pure tenderness
Quiet me when trouble trotting comes
Ravish me with rambunctious passion
Savour me slowly in silken shadows
Touch me with your roving, romantic hands
Unwrap me with "your fingers around my soul"
Veil me in velvety embrace
Weave me into your heart's tapestry
X-out my fears, tears and smears
Yoke our hearts into one essence
Zoom me into Zephyr's whispered promises
Consent equals dissent,
Into another's intent,
A message sent inside,
Directing the ride,
Having to coincide,
With who chooses rules,
Fools to a false Idea,
Deciding to follow their guide,
Getting you to pick a side,
Dividing you from God,
Trotting on others beliefs,
For some personal relief,
Easing their own grief,
A thief wouldn't be able,
To have a seat at the table,
A fable when tested,
Arrested development,
Eloquent dialogue specialists,
Listing all the guidelines,
Refining your inner mind,
Into their Confined ideas,
Designed to keep you coming back,
It will put you back on track,
Then smack you with the past,
Alas you'll never pass,
They have a class you can take,
Partake in their wine,
It's blood from the Divine,
Find value in their bread,
It's the body of the dead,
Said to heal you from a sin,
If you take it again and again,
All are welcome in,
If they take their medicine.
Well, here we are,
dear canine friend.
The Reaper is racing
towards us,
but I won't say Goodbye.
I'll say Thank You.
Thank you, Sandy,
for being the best friend
that I’ll ever know.
Thank you, Sandy,
for trotting
towards me
during my
loneliest hours.
You were
my confidante,
my guardian,
and my playmate.
Please know that
as I turn away
for the final time,
I’m not turning away
from you.
Our time together
is finished.
There is no sense
in sobbing
over the inevitable.
Then why do I
tremble
as I lumber away?
Why is my soul
coated
with sorrow?
I hear the Reaper
coming, dear girl.
He’ll take my heart
with you.
pretty purple paisley ponies prancing away
quintessential queens quirkily quipping one day
respectfully raising radiant raptors red and gray
spectacular spotlights shimmying a smooth sashay
terrific trotting trembling truckers down by the bay
J-ogging
U-ses
L-egs
I-n
E-xercise
T-o
V-alidly
E-nergize
L-ungs
A-nd
S-imply
C-atch
O-xygen
©bfa060125
Monocrostic (Birthday of Juliet Velasco)
Cantata
He stood there on a plateau that only had a tree,
And since he had appeared from nowhere, there
Was there no past to bother with?
He sat under the tree mainly because it was
getting hot, the tree had big, thick leaves and
Beside the tree, there was a barrel of cold water.
During the day, the plateau became shimmering
He saw ponies trotting past like a knitted poncho.
Since he had no past, a fragment of a future
Instinct told him they were going to the Green Vale
That had grass, shade, and a lagoon that reflected
The sky, or was it the other way around?
He sat there and tried to visualize the future where he didn´t
Exist, but he failed, which made him human.
Hindquarters
have formed a saddle
of this office chair.
Trotting comfortably
through
a wilderness scrub
some tag as poetry.
A large man on a little pony,
A small man
alone
on this vast plasma prairie.
daring to seek out outlaw ways.
Reaching
the end of a distant thought
drawing a mind picture,
raising hell
on a digital silver screen,
a place where hombres
herd images together,
then brand them,
with a slap on the rump.
A beguiling cat does everything for gain.
His innocently jaded, kindly, loving, mein -
not only prevarication,
quietly raising station,
trotting up, vexingly, while xeriscaping your zone.
chilly driving in country
watching for running deer
trotting across road
I saw him
Well, I actually heard him
Shouting
POETRY HERE
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SONNETS ON PARADE
ALLITERATION TROTTING BEHIND
METAPHOR MOCKING THE MOONLIGHT
He waved his papers proudly
Temptingly reciting snippets
Spidery webs
Inviting the unsuspecting
To slow down
To listen
A few passersby gathered
Chuckling at the idea
Unaware
They had succumbed
Altered their paths
Stood
Motionless
Mouths a-gape
Mesmerized
Ensnared
In the gossamer tones
Of poetic
Reverberation
We had heard of giant dragon, but had not met him until today
He came trotting up with two faeries, they were singing songs in sway
We asked if we could get a ride; he said he has room next Tuesday
But we have to share him with an elf, two mules and a broom named Kay
Orange frog was annoyed, and quickly gave a sniff and hopped away.
I said that was fine and gave giant dragon a lively fresh bouquet.
The faerie guy who had been trying to woo me, did not have much to say
This is probably why his wooing is not working, said my Auntie Faerie Fay.
The strangest and weirdest vision
flashed across the purple wall
painted by a scrubby rascal,
where a blood-stained altar
was used to offer humans to Satan;
the eulogy dedicated to the next victim
was terribly frightening and resounded with sadism:
the specter's eyes were darker than tar
and too menacing to anyone not shouting a line
and did not participate in the daily sacrifice,
but kept away and challenged the guiltless vile!
I tripped on weeping stones
smeared with the stench of blood,
some of them profusely bled;
they shook under my trotting,
emitting many painful moans:
they thought I was their biblical Savior,
little I could do to ease their moaning
and looked away in a mood so sad!
When I get home and open the doors,
our little dog comes trotting to me
on his tippety tappety leathery paws.
He jumps so madly up and down.
I meet a greeting supremely happy
from our welcoming black and white clown.
All the time I was out he was sleepily waiting
Now, he expresses his doggiest glee.
Our little doggie is celebrating.
When I get home and open the doors,
I meet a greeting supremely happy.
Our little doggie is celebrating.
Blurred bushes rush by
Brain bends
Time out far across the fens
A solitary heron flaps
The pterodactyl lazy loads
A flyover of long strokes
Of reed brushes
Eels writhe
A dog trotting
Leaps across the dyke
A wand of estuary birds
Cast up from the land
Coloured sand vast across the morning sky
The power when it comes
Succumb
The trickle of Wicken Fen.
three trotting turtles
slowly raise a cloud of dust
neck and neck finish
six hissing serpents
surreptitiously slither
escaping their pasts
three city ground hogs
shaking their "jay-lo" booties
cross against the light
John G. Lawless
©6/13/2023
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