I will be the Cricket World Cup Champion in 2024.
Though I know nothing, even of a simple score...
I'll do Sirsasana (yoga on the head pose).
At my collapse, I will touch the ground with my nose...
What if I wear my undergarments upside down?
Yeah, my torn touser might make the moralists frown...
My dealings with people may be like those of cats.
I don't know yet; they'd be scared of me like house rats...
Crying Competitions I will conduct with friends.
Less sadness there will be, but, surely, more nonsense...
'Fight for fun' will occupy a part of each day.
Friends will be free to fight with bray or bubble spray.
All Fools Day will adorn each morning like fresh dew.
though, as the day goes by, it will stay out of view.
Fun and frolic will be components of the year.
Each and every moment must be a bomb of cheer.
Categories:
undergarments, new year,
Form: Couplet
Under the bleachers, I do declare.
Some undergarments and underwear.
All exposed with little fear.
Will anyone see? It's not real clear.
Little Johnny plots with rubber bands.
While all these butts become his fans.
These rubber bands, they soon will fly.
Spectators will jump up for the sky.
He strikes at will, the sting they bring.
Both hands they cup, on buns they cling.
Little Johnny laughs, heads for the hills.
The screams he hears, does give him thrills.
Categories:
undergarments, humor,
Form: Rhyme
Oh sweet bride to be
as the flowers bloom
you snuck to my room
in hopes of a lustful spoon
Groom anxiously awaits
as your father opens the front gates
No one will comprehend our fate
Face to face we engage
Stockings, undergarments and satin lace
on the floor they lay
We embrace and grind away
Categories:
undergarments, beautiful, betrayal, engagement, funny
Form: Prose Poetry
Nurembered days
Numb
Dumb
The pain
insane
a breast to suckle
an ear to hear
walking dead
late but prayed
Gods fell asleep
Mortals played
tumors grow
Its the doctors show
Liver or die
Drink my dreams
or do I try
Lettuce and rabbits
seduction and undergarments
exposed in the rain
dancing in pain
rendezvous
cafes and empty tables
candles burnt
loves description like flames
fades away
easy to say
no one to sway
who the hell wants to stay
This world is red
This life is spoked and bloody
Emotions drowned in daily strife
Memories drift
like snow in the wind
Silent dreams
Erotic dancers
Colombian cafes
My head a daze
Long ago, when the piano was tuned
I was a player
I was formidable and great
now
I drink in the last call
fulk the life and I want the hell
do I cry in Belgium
Fabulous
I am not a nice guy
But the metro is here
so goodbye
Suicide tracks
and
Musical notes
chasing the hate of isis tears for fears
Butterflies trump ruby foo’s buffet
for tyrants rant
While fools become gluttons
Categories:
undergarments, allusion, analogy, boat, culture,
Form: Free verse
I speak to you in parables
In this idiomatic riddle filled way
Because I fear the blunt effect
Of being plain spoken
I saw the rainbow and the sun
In the words they uttered
I felt the hot breath of certainty
In the rise of the collective sigh
I sensed the rich aroma of promise
In the feasts of their colorful fiesta
I saw you fall for the poetry
In the juxta-positioning of words
In the lyrical simplicity of their promise
In the elegant catch phrases of victory
The swift ascent of their ambitions
Caught in the undergarments of our shame
Embarrassed by the exposure
You chose to wait and wait
And you sang and sang
Laughed the bitter ironic laughter
Composed elegy and dirge
Prepared for the next upheaval
Categories:
undergarments, spiritual,
Form: Blank verse
the room smelt of the pinks overflowing in the black glass vase
embodied with the human sweat that such sex embroiled
striven all over the room were the delicate but torn white undergarments
she had been lured to the room, and ravaged by this stranger.
already crimson bite marks,marked her skin
with yellow and turning purple undertones
looking through the windows beheld a wonderful sight
a beautiful view of a manicured garden
emerald lawns edged with orange flowers,
the old ash tree stood proudly in pride of place
such a sight will be in her mind forever never to forget,
she heard a noise in the bathroom
thinking the monster might return
she raised her battered body, gathered her clothes
wrapped a sheet around herself and left
this was how the police found her
blue with cold, was taken to the hospital
for evidence to be taken, she will survive
will have to control the demons that will try
to ruin her future life
penned. 13/3/2016
Categories:
undergarments, betrayal,
Form: Free verse
He that stalks like the prey
Holy steps he takes towards me
Sniffing at the sour air, claiming my scent he travels on
He that struggles with me in a clothes fight
Tearing, ripping undergarments to dignity
Ravishing me like some form of beast
He that makes my heart pound
Drumming my pulse one stroke at a time
Creating a ungentle rhythm
He that my body calls to
Loudly with stares no words
How I wish of him to devour me
Categories:
undergarments, girlfriend-boyfriend, love, passion, romance,
Form: Free verse
Amnesia will blind your fractured love forever,
as I strip away the layers of your past.
The delicate undergarments of your being soak
in the musky scent of your arousal.
Innocence returns and purity is reborn.
I have cleared a gentle path for your arrival.
Mountains have parted, while
the Gods of love smile.
My thoughts of you consume days,
like cattle searching for sweet grass.
I must draw from your river,
and take in your warmth of unbridled skin.
I am broken and incomplete,
until the night we lie together.
In our reborn, naked arms we bond
with cherished adoration.
Categories:
undergarments, lovelove,
Form: Free verse
I wonder if now to her I should yell
Though she is so very far away
But I have a little secret to tell
Undergarments she left here today.
Now you might think this a laughing matter
Though her fiancé I’m sure would not
And nothing would make this handsome lad gladder
Then to her wedding to put it a stop.
But she is betrothed now to another
A man to which she sings no praise
A union arranged by her father and mother
God I hate these Victorian ways.
Entry in Untold Secrets Contest.
Did not place
Categories:
undergarments, love
Form: Quatrain
Now everybody has got one
Some people even have two
And tho it's seldom seen
We know that we all do
They come in different colors
And even different sizes
They're often given as gifts
And make for good surprises
You can see them at the mall
And some even walk around
For everywhere we look
They somehow can be found
Some are even holey
And yes, I spelled that right
Some are way too loose
While others are just to tight
Well, can you tell what it is?
Or will I have to share?
Some people say their undergarments
But me, I just call it my underwear
Categories:
undergarments, funnypeople, people,
Form: Rhyme
Outside at recess
How I love to play
On the merry-go-round
What a joyous day
Then some older boys
Come and start to push
Spinning it around
Getting it to go faster
I become afraid
Having trouble holding
On, afraid to jump, afraid to stay
Then more older boys
Add speed to the fun
Terrified with head spinning
I fall to the ground
Under the merry-go-round bam
The construction of the
Plaything wasn't a pretty
Sight from underneath
Long screws were hanging down
It shredded my dress
My undergarments too
Tore up my flesh
I was black and blue
Was it innocent
Just a childhood game
Or was it malicious
A sadistic game
(This is from my childhood. Years ago. Playground equipment was made different from the
modern hard molded plastic of today. It was a wooden floor that was fastened down with
screws.)
Categories:
undergarments, childhood, introspection
Form: Rhyme
Resting serene within your shadow’s splendor
Yet jealous of the suns for cuddling with the beauty of your smile,
Wishing to embrace your warmth as the wools you wear
Yearning to taste the tabooed beneath your perfumes & undergarments,
Your caramel skin completely completing your bronzed eyes
Almost as astonishing as the way your silky locks defy gravity continuously riding winds,
Teeming of lust my eyes wish to part ways with your perfection
Yet my mind would shatter at the thought of you teasing my imagination
Categories:
undergarments,
Form: Free verse
Constant disappointment; claiming men are of no use;
She’s perfumed with applications; of oils that’s from a muse.
Pointing with her fingers; from the prison she is in;
Claiming that her life is sad; and soon to come to end.
Screaming accusations; from there behind a fence;
With her higher education; she still affords no sense.
Virgin oil salad; meats in Wesson oil;
An adolescent balled; with undergarments soiled.
Someone help the people; that are near where she has been;
They must be glad when she has gone; but then she comes again.
Categories:
undergarments, allegory, parody, people,
Form: Couplet