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Poems
Madeline Aug 2013
i am the kisser of skies
Madeline
Aug 2013
I am my mother's only daughter
fear of the love, fear of the water
the wildest laughters and the sweetest of kisses,
the innocence my father misses
I am the kisser of skies,
open arms, open eyes
I am the shaker of your bones
sing me there, sing me home
shakenness and gentle wear,
steady my heartbeat, steady me there
I am the words before your lips,
careful whispers, restless hips
joyful fear and fearful laughter,
I am the heart whose stops you're after.
I am the kisser of skies,
open arms, opened sighs
fear of the love, fear of the water
the wildest laughters and the sweetest of kisses,
the innocence my father misses
I am the kisser of skies,
open arms, open eyes
I am the shaker of your bones
sing me there, sing me home
shakenness and gentle wear,
steady my heartbeat, steady me there
I am the words before your lips,
careful whispers, restless hips
joyful fear and fearful laughter,
I am the heart whose stops you're after.
I am the kisser of skies,
open arms, opened sighs
Jack Jul 2018
A phantom kisser
Jack
Jul 2018
A phantom kisser leans down to kiss my lips as he presses himself against my timid body, allowing me to let go.
Fear ingulfed fades away,
Replaced by peace.
Mind and body collide,
Set aside the hurt.
So far and distant,
But so close all the same.
A phantom kisser,
So far and near.
And oh so dear.
(C)
Fear ingulfed fades away,
Replaced by peace.
Mind and body collide,
Set aside the hurt.
So far and distant,
But so close all the same.
A phantom kisser,
So far and near.
And oh so dear.
(C)
Cedric McClester Jan 2020
HE’S AN ASS KISSER
Cedric McClester
Jan 2020
By: Cedric McClester
He’s an *** kisser
And it’s plain to see
Where he’s coming from
There’s no mystery
Clearly he’s not the man
That he used to be
And it’s becoming obvious
If you’re asking me
He’s an *** kisser
There’s no doubt
He’s not very hard
For us to figure out
A master at running
The zig zag route
The Lone Ranger’s horse
Is Silver his is Scout
He’s an *** kisser
Who likes his role
Much like a *****
Working on a stroll
Half naked for a trick
To behold
In inclimate weather
But he doesn’t get cold
He’s an *** kisser
A kind of succubus
Brown nosing it
To gain his master’s trust
Whom he looks upon
With pure lust
And so his legacy
Is turning into dust
Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2020. All rights reserved
He’s an *** kisser
And it’s plain to see
Where he’s coming from
There’s no mystery
Clearly he’s not the man
That he used to be
And it’s becoming obvious
If you’re asking me
He’s an *** kisser
There’s no doubt
He’s not very hard
For us to figure out
A master at running
The zig zag route
The Lone Ranger’s horse
Is Silver his is Scout
He’s an *** kisser
Who likes his role
Much like a *****
Working on a stroll
Half naked for a trick
To behold
In inclimate weather
But he doesn’t get cold
He’s an *** kisser
A kind of succubus
Brown nosing it
To gain his master’s trust
Whom he looks upon
With pure lust
And so his legacy
Is turning into dust
Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2020. All rights reserved
This poem is dedicated to Senator Lindsey Graham.