“All a man really wants, is a girl who looks good in a bikini.”—Jack Freestone
All a “man” really wants is a “girl”
who looks good in a bikini?
All a woman wants is someone
who really doesn’t care, or is it
just to feel warm sea-side air
caress her chest instead of nylon
and play once again, summer child,
outside a body of which she’s too aware,
alive in movements unbound by eyes
and unweighted by prudish gravity,
to wade into the froth of waves breaking wild
around her, an improvised dance that swirls
in cadence to life’s rhythms, wise
to no man’s guile, unresponsive to his gambit.
Secret lover
greeting morning
from flowering
window
a song
opening day
like peacock fan
lilies and roses
sparkling
ripping
from night
its equalizing
veil
uncurtaining
dawn's
new day
rosy child
play
maturing
midday
to adulthood
cares
trading petals
for apples and pears
with seeds
tomorrow
to share
rich fall harvest
one by one
falling
dry dreams
out
of tree head
essence of
branches
extended
towards heaven
praying
unweighted
by care
old man winter
dreaming
while rocking
four seasons
capriciousness
to end
a Sun
never setting
on a fifth
new season
of mild springtime
without end
with jolly old friends
youthful and strong
dining with Jesus
at His banquet hall
lining a hymn
of unending joy
now and forever
in love.
Third Place Winner-Brian Strand-Up To You Contest-2/10/24
a quire or two,
or three, may be
uncharterd
uncounted
discounted, maybe
tablets
stone shards
heavy slabs of me
rain soaked reams
sloughed off of me
shoulders of clay
unweighted may be
separate from morass
the mass of me
plunged heavy and sunk
in a literary sea
of words great men
spoke to me
I look for words
so meanings i'll see
and write, and write,
and write, maybe
so inner thoughts
so quiet may be.
03/06/2017
I smelled the essence of your being.
Your scent, was sent, to my dreams.
I thought of you, in the night's delight.
Thinking thoughts on moon felt flights.
Giving way to sensual blazes.
Spacing time, with sighs, unweighted.
Spinning thoughts in star lit ways.
Giving the universe a far lit gaze.
Waiting for the free fall wages.
Writing on these future pages.
Hoping for a love filled night.
Spent apon a heavenly sight.
Under sun's warm breath and winter's frozen moon
To the river's fast current and society's torment
I promised to enshrine you in my cocoon-
Save you when all others' did circumvent.
They saw you exhausting and jaded
A mind turned mad- full of tragic despair
I knew you as exuberant and unweighted
Full of life, love and amiable flair
I loved you- serving was no favor
I sought to be your crusading savior-
Dear friend- you were so frail
Tried though, laboriously,
fate had another plan -
In the end, my friend, you- I failed.
For the Nailed or Failed contest by Black Eyed Susan
They let the words seep through to your gentle heart,
Everyday like seconds and minutes apart.
Wandering through darkness with low self esteem,
until you found a river flowing with a poisoned dream.
A faceless man stood extending his hand,
the answer to a question no one can understand.
Together you walked down to the waters edge,
A few steps later consumed by the pledge.