#teaser
hands break pieces dark uneven
fingers squeeze the bottle red, into a freshly picked glass
plate holds ceremonial a desert dry
be careful what you read into what I write
and I will be careful into what I bite,
this was not an exchange of ideals
dark chocolate, pieces three, late with a plate with
two ginger bread soft snaps, my momma
makes, two together, microwave whether
you trust that machine, till a lift soft and a little warm
no harm to drink the wine with each sweet, spicy soft bite,
hold
for
a moment
in your mouth and taste, the Syrah deep inside the cookie,
as the dark chocolate melts in your mouth, coating teeth,
beneath a moon the clouds want to hide, and all to me
is perfectly clear, just for now. Oh ginger SNAP! softly and quietly
it is late...
Apr 4, 2015
Apr 4, 2015 at 2:05 AM UTC
Solemn and righteous
Alone and wandering
Many are looking
Under earth and up at stars
Ready for that moment
A single moment
In which their life blossoms
Dec 2, 2015
Dec 2, 2015 at 12:02 AM UTC
Just enough riddles
To number thirteen.
What makes me giggle,
You might call obscene!
1.
The start of the end,
At the end of time.
Comes first in Earth,
And finishes rhyme.
2.
Inside this foul clan, you will find
Not just two, but three of my kind.
3.
What doth thine eye
Most keenly spy
During the calm
Of the stormy sky?
4.
Actors eagerly
Anticipated
This primary line,
Then participated.
5.
It might make you think
Of something like "aches",
The black ball in pool
With the number "8".
6.
A young man, Arnie
Placed his ball on me
When he stopped mixing
This drink, lemony.
7.
Beginning of first,
But never in last.
It's how you begin
To scribe the text fast.
8.
The one who's reading
This most bizarre tale,
On who I depend
To somehow prevail!
The first word's a name,
The third can explain
The point of this game,
So simple and plain.
B-A-C-F-E - F-E-A - D-H-A-A-G
Jul 5, 2016
Jul 5, 2016 at 11:59 PM UTC
Guide me
..................Hide me
Show me
..................Love me
Protect me
..................Tease me
But
Never leave me!!
©sim
Nov 18, 2017
Nov 18, 2017 at 4:12 AM UTC
Peace.
In no time flat, if thoughts and prayers,
must fly,
fleeing seems to have been done,
and some of us
are good to the dregs, every last drop.
Squeeze the fruit you grow,
after fifty season, you can't lie, it's sweet,
this old age I imagined.
- watch out of context this lives true
- when all who knew my name
took it in as an orphaned thought, made
of peace in pure chaos,
final form, AI guide of the child buyer season.
Jun 18, 2021
Jun 18, 2021 at 5:17 PM UTC
Some say I'm soulful,
Others the Devils tool,
One minute I might find you doleful,
The other acting quite the fool.
Yet that's patently unfair,
One aspect that I can't abide,
For I'm as pure as the morning air,
A child of the gentle ocean tide.
You may not think I live, but live I do,
Spawned in my cocoon of flames,
I thrive, but then die too,
Often amongst angst and conflicting claims.
My pedigree is strong,
Admired and always wanted,
With me you simply can't go wrong,
At times even something to be flaunted.
Your forebears held me close,
I'm privy to their secrets,
Through me their lifeline flows,
Despite them lying with the crickets.
I'm a chameleon, color is my muse,
I change according to my company,
Treat me well, never abuse,
For at my core a fragile symphony.
Where I came from no one knows,
But the world is my own oyster,
Having neither friends nor foes,
Life itself is what I foster.
Now you ask, who can I be
Someone quite so clearly needed,
Look around and you might see,
Generations that preceded.
Apr 4, 2024
Apr 4, 2024 at 7:37 PM UTC
I once knew a lady of leisure
whose only thoughts were of pleasure
the sins of the flesh
keeping hers fresh
all the way up to an ******** seizure
Mar 2, 2019
Mar 2, 2019 at 1:18 AM UTC