"ahhhhh" poems
hot white sun
toasty warm sand
seas that smile at the night sky
icy strawberry lemonade
liquor and bbq
ripe peaches and pineapples
ahhhhh...the perfect setting
May 21, 2014
May 21, 2014 at 12:28 AM UTC
Rainbow colored jelly beans
Kaleidoscope dreams
Brightly colored sunsets
A patchwork quilt of wildflowers on grasshopper hill
Soft breezes cool what the sun has heated
As peaceful as it seems
Butterflies flutter by as the flowers sway
Sunshowers and songbirds
Inner peace in a perfect moment
Jun 10, 2010
Jun 10, 2010 at 2:41 PM UTC
The cannibal is thirsty
for a flesh martini
Dabs of salt here and there
On tongue and ocean groin
The ********* is hungry
To be the tender olive
Eaten very slowly
Lick the ****** pleasures
Of each other's
knife
kiss
Maternal affections
pouring open by God's rage
They are
shelter
Ignition
To each other's
demons
wonderfully delicious
as frosting or
whipped
cream
They are rare fruit, indeed
What are the odds of them finding each other?
Just goes to show, my lonely lovers
There's someone for everyone
You too
Will find
Your soul mate
Someday
just as the blood
Will eventually
Drip
from
the cannibal's
smiling
mouth
Oh my love,
you are my
yummy chicken bone
dipped in
your
sauce
"Ahhhhh...." he says
"This must be love."
Mar 27, 2013
Mar 27, 2013 at 1:53 PM UTC
one...
fingertip he traced
two...
to lips he'll taste...wet
three...
caresses; trembled haste
four...
cradles softness, plump derriere
five...
covers breast tweaking, lingering there
shuddering as tongue parts me, like a sweet eclair
breathless; fingers entangled in hair
he's says:
baby, straddle thickness, love me right here...ahhhhh!!!! yes!!!
Jun 29, 2012
Jun 29, 2012 at 1:56 AM UTC
I've always been wary--
and celebrated my potential
Betrayal
and
Certain
death(.) (oh)
At The Juice Joint.
All wet. (incorrrr
--ect.)
Applesauce. (non
sense.)
All dolled up. Showed off my
Gams
And Big Jazz
(eyes).
Wanted to get spifflicated with some
Dolls
and
Jellybeans.
...my fella.
?
Didn't have enough clams.
Any of us.
We
're the new
Lost
...generation.
I thought I'd keep the bank open,
but
interest wasn't given
Cash or Check:
didn't really matter.
Might've been
the
cat
's
meeeeeow.
And
how.
Ahhhhh...
we all had our glad rags on.
the Daddies hit on all sixes.
Let's get ZOZZLED on some
jag juice,
dewdropper.
Deeeeeewdropper. ~errrrrrrrr.....
Though giggle juice is more apt
...for me.
Leave the Mrs. Grundys at home...no fire extinguishers allowed.
How ironic.
You were the extinguisher.
Bring Your Own Knife
, we said.
It's a Stabbing Party
, we said.
I didn't want to handcuff you. Didn't want to exchange manacles.
("No, I'm no one's Wife, but OHHHHH, I love my Life.")
I percolate.
I percolate.
I percolate.
I'm not your quiff.
...not your sheba...or a vamp.
Just admire my
chassis
if you will.
they
all
do
The engine'll purr
for you,
~~if you turn the keys just so
Everything was
Copacetic.
Copacetic...
For a time.
(get'hotget'hot!)
Caesar's here.
Hussssshhhhhhhh...
...speak
~~eeeeeaaaaassssyyyyy.
And then I realized.
I'm tired of being Caesar
( . )
Mar 17, 2013
Mar 17, 2013 at 7:32 PM UTC
Drink deeply
The fever inside eyes
Lost inside whispers
Hidden
Beneath intoxication;
Where
Fingers
Tangle ecstasy to
Burn on the thrillsssssssss!!
Schhhhhhhh!!
Rage the pendulum
Hips
Rocking...
Finger-tip trails
Quiver-sink
Petulant pouts
Pressing positions,
Spanked!!!
Beneath palms;
Ahhhhh!!
Shiver-scream his name
Deep throat cry!!
Molton
The crave,
Writhed in
Arch,
Beneath a
Quickened pace,
Beautiful rising bask of
Bodies bathed...
Tongue feathers
Feeding the fuel of
Burning desires;
Ohhhhhhhh!!!
Ravage-me-gently,
Make love to me...
Until we are
Sssssssspent;
Saturated between lips
Anointed
In sacred secrets...
Moistoned, sheathed
Inside the tremors
Swollen, in wet cradles...
Pooled...
Aug 20, 2012
Aug 20, 2012 at 2:50 PM UTC
Coca-cola has the taste you never get tired of, always refreshing, thats why things go better with coke after coke after joke
Is this a joke
Cola-Coke
I musta mispoke
Coke.
Blow your smoke
and my heart evoke
Mr. Coke
Mr. Coke
Strong as an oak
I swear, you tryna provoke
I’m being short-changed
Changed by the pain
of empty wallets and weight gain
Is this the dope or just coke in my
Brain veins
Cause I swear e’re time it rains
I get a little bit stickier
with that sugar sweet
fresh, ahhhhh
taste you just can’t beat
Without a drink
my meal ain’t complete
I trick or treat
for that bittersweet
flavor that makes my heart wanna beat
Say bye, wave hi to e’re passerby that I meet
I’m incomplete
Is what they want me to think
And so i drink
I drink and I'm
filled
I drink and I’m
thrilled
Just to be a little part in their bigger party
Seein only things that they want me to see
I nod to agree
I read the marquee
Lock down and guarantee
But I’m still nobody
Nobody to you
and nobody to me
and now I see
they WANT me to spend money
But I’ll spell it out for you
M-O-N-E-(WHY)
do I buy things
I feel a certain way
Why do I buy things
I had a bad day
I think I buy cause I’m worthess
gotta validate and purchase my purpose
And coke’s throwin me inna circus
of life, liberty and the pursuit of happy times
But it's hard to pay your way with nickels and dimes
but I can refund this bottle for 5 cents
or break it, and it be my defense
How does that make sense
Now I’m on the fence
Do I buy another bottle
or a six-pack for the road
I don’t really know
when it comes to cola-coke
coca-cola
sugar sweet
can’t be beat
Will that be debit or credit
Our chip reader doesn’t work
See you tomorrow
Mr. Coke
Apr 7, 2017
Apr 7, 2017 at 1:54 AM UTC
Paris pines
for us:
...whines for us.
Lurks outside
our window
like a great big
urban puppy.
We're being held
prisoner
( inside our room )
by a vicious sadistic
flu bug
who refuses to
let us go.
We are missing
David Sirosis's
new spoken
word night.
Indeed, all we have seen
of Paris, is:
the inside of
ROOM 411.
ROOM 411
overlooks that famed necropolis
CIMETIÈRE DE MONTMARTRE.
The dead stand
outside
ROOM 411
...and stare.
And...stare.
Envious of even
our flu-ridden life.
They crowd together
in their stone telephone boxes
like fans
at a Dr. Who convention
who have all come
as the Tardis.
"Come...come!"
they cajole.
"Come...join us as
the glorious dead!"
they plead.
See the great
Nijinksy
leap over a moon.
Offenbach, Berlioz et Degas
act a a celebrated Greek Chorus.
The flu grows weary
let's its...grip...slip &
we escape to
a poetry stage &
suddenly it's
PARIS LIT UP &
I'm on
stage.
A bemused amused
Parisian audience
wondering why
the staggery hairy
Irish post stumbles &
wanders in search of
his words &
carrying all of CIMETIÈRE DE MONTMARTRE
about in his ahhhhh...ahhhhh...ahhhhhhhhhh
....shoooooo....head!
Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 5:03 PM UTC
NO. NO SUGAR THANK YOU.
Took the telegram
from the telegram boy.
He looked like an angel.
"STOP!"( stop )it said.
It was from Death.
"Ahhhhh man..!" I said.
"I haven't got time to die!"
I sent a telegram back
quick as a flash.,
" NO STOP!"(stop).
I deleted Death
from my facebook friends.
Death sulked.
Hotfooted it to God..
"Tell himmmm!" Death boo hoo hoo'd.
God called me up.
But I ooops dropped
my mobile down the loo.
Flushed it away.
I hid my soul
behind an ormolu clock
that hadn't told the right time
for a long time now.
I stuck it to the back
with well masticated chewing gum.
Wrigleys.
The Devil I knew
invited me to tea.
"Is it hot in here or
. . .is it me"
My life struggled like a fly
stuck on flypaper.
"Shall I be mother?"
"One lump or two"
the Devil inquired politely.
"No. No sugar
thank you!"
Nov 29, 2018
Nov 29, 2018 at 7:29 PM UTC
Riding in my truck with the windows rolled down,
finally got a chance to get out of town.
Got bills caught up and still have a paycheck,
got two days off before the job wants me back.
Summer sun feeling friendly on my face,
everyones showing off the pounds they've erased.
Girls are getting hotter and guys trying to be cool,
seems like everyones posing at the pools.
Me , I aint in to all that,
feeling comfortable in my pulled out shirt and old straw hat,
no need to **** in my stomach no more,
I'll take a second trip to the buffet table for sure.
In an old folding chair, near the water, where you'll find me,
pretty sure I'll be smiling with a cup of coke and Jim Beam.
Friendly winds blowing my way,
half way through a two day stay.
Ahhhhh!
Jun 4, 2012
Jun 4, 2012 at 3:48 PM UTC
***
***
I
FOUND
SOMETHING
AND
DO YOU KNOW
WHAT THAT SOMETHING WAS?
it was a GRAYPE!!!!
I **** AT SPELLING
YEY!!!!
I'M HIGH ON GRAPES!!!
OMFG GRAPES
I HAVE JUST WASTED ABOUT 10 SECONDS OF YOUR TIME THAT YOU CAN NEVER GET BACK SO I APOLOGIZE FOR-OSTRICH ATTACK!!!!!
IT STOLE MY GRAPE!
AHHHHH FLASHBACKS!
muffin.
Nov 27, 2014
Nov 27, 2014 at 2:55 PM UTC
I stopped counting long ago
I did it,
not for them, so much...
but rather for my own sanity and peace of mind
“They” arrive randomly, most times, out of the clear blue sky
Ahhhhh.....
“What incredible creatures these are!”, my senses whisper to me
Each more wonderful than the next!
I inhale slowly as I feel excitement setting in
Sweet smelling, they all come bearing enchanting gifts
Together, we laugh. We share secrets.
We spend time together
We bond. We taste and savor each others spirit, fully.
Entirely.
As I imagine trees do with the soil.
And then, just as soon as they arrive, they go
All of them
Some stick around for a small amount
of time, yet they all eventually go
Where? I don't know
I do know, however, they just keep coming
Endlessly
“They”
They are crashing upon me, I am the eroding reef.
Wave upon wave, they just keep coming
I suppose the real question is, how long can I last?
Hmmm? How long?
I am the cliff that crumbles inevitably.
Oct 15, 2013
Oct 15, 2013 at 2:20 PM UTC
I ****** towards the universe
Expecting a big bang theory
Your milky way is protein rich
And I slurp it with great relish.
Am I already in heaven now?
I see music, I hear psychedelic hues
You slam against my Andromeda
My solar system burst in flames.
Ahhhhh……
After eons and all the light years
I have reached the pinnacle of cosmos
But I will be back again and again.
Jul 20, 2016
Jul 20, 2016 at 8:48 PM UTC
Wrestle to find the light switch
Dancing
can't find the light switch
**** this
unzip
ahhhhh
oh ****
forgot to lift the toliet seat up
Jan 31, 2013
Jan 31, 2013 at 2:34 AM UTC
the sun graces her skin
gently
just a touch to fall in love
warmth fills the heart
elegantly
ah , her.
melting of my soul
blends well into hers
the future is unknown
yet love carries blindly told
ah , her
into existence
she is one
and is the one
& only
for me
ahhhhh , ... her
Apr 26, 2018
Apr 26, 2018 at 9:27 PM UTC
While riding home after having beer, two,
a friend of ours ended up covered in poo.
He was tipsy and feeling quite queasy,
for an old man, he got drunk very easy.
In the back seat waited his wifes favorite dog,
who suddenly landed in his lap like a log.
She started to squirm and whine very strong.
Never did find out why he had taken her along.
His wife said "I think she needs to go *****
He didn't care, he slurred rather spotty,
"I just want to go home and go to bed".
But, that pup had other ideas in her head.
Louder, the pup whined out her painful cause,
at the window she scratched with her paws.
Still there on the lap of our drunken friend,
one mile from home, he wouldn't give in.
Natural body functions, being as they are,
intensified by the rough ride in the car,
would not be held back, though she tried all she could.
Can you see where this is leading? If not, you should.
Home now in sight, the pup in a panic,
her functions cut loose, with all the organics.
Not just a mere plop of a log, but loose stool.
There our friend sat...in the car...in a pool.
Down the front of his shirt, filling the pocket,
where his cell phone resided. I ain't gonna touch it!
Covering his lap in a sticky black goo,
it even ran down his pants, into his shoe.
He wasn't allowed into his own home.
Stripped out of his clothes, the hose, he was shown.
The pup stood right there just wagging her tail,
as if to say "AHhhhh! I feel very well"
We still laugh at our friends adventure to this day.
But, when we go for pizza, from the beer he stays away.
He no longer rides with the pup in the car,
and the pup, we all panic, when she goes to ****
***This is a true story. The pup is a 65lb golden Retreiver named Candy. Thin kabout that for a bit.
Aug 20, 2010
Aug 20, 2010 at 7:23 PM UTC
The day I most look forward to
is the one where I actually get to relax
no need to hear the nightmarish insults
no, it is silence behind these doors
ahhhhh, lovely release
accusations flying, so quick, every night
can you shut the **** up for once
and listen
to my silence
oh sweet silence
I look forward to the day
Jan 7, 2013
Jan 7, 2013 at 9:59 PM UTC
New Lovers are interesting creatures
Primping our feathers and polishing tongues
So that rehearsed stories slip out with ease
Ahhhhhh...these resplendent but dangerous times
The preening and waxing of word, as the hands of the clock move
Become less playful lures and more so ... expectant promises
That can resemble and feel like chain link
Ahhhhh...these resplendent but dangerous times
Oh but the temptation to throw caution to the wind is too strong
We tear off our clothes and dive into love's depths
And we forget our mother's caution "Still Waters Run Deep!"
Ahhhhh...these resplendent but dangerous times
Jan 16, 2013
Jan 16, 2013 at 11:53 AM UTC
I AM SCARED OF BIG NOISES, IN LIFE, but i don’t want to be scared
you see the dog barks at me i go ahhhhh, leave me alone
you see, i hate when drunken yobbos yell at me, all because i drink their beer
you see i am scared of kids treating my like phedaphile
and i am scared of getting robbed, or mucking with robbers
all getting robbers to muck with me, because i act small for my age
i am scared of getting bullied for what i say
i don’t like people yelling at me, and sometimes i be a little young dude, to stop myself from getting robbed
i am scared if my old life will come back and rip my heart
sometimes i used to be a hooligan so i feel bigger than the family teasers
i was showing dad in the 1990s how i can try to handle teasing
but sometimes i feel the teasers are going to kidnap me to tease me
and i don’t want to be strange, i want to change
i hate when people yell at me saying SHUT UP, TRYING TO BE A YOUNG DUDE ARE YA
i don’t want to get bullied or kidnapped
and when i see a dog, i yell out ahhhhhhh ahhhhhhhh ahhhhhhhhh
ahhhhhhhhhh ahhhhhhhhhh ahhhhhhhhh ahhhhhhhh ahhhhhhhhh
same as if someone looked dangerous, you say ahhhhhhhhh ahhhhhhhhhh
ahhhhhhhhhhh ahhhhhhhhhh
if someone treats me like a hooligan i go annnnnnn i am a family person
i am a family person ahhhhhhhhhh ahhhhhhhhhhh ahhhhhhhhhhh
Feb 24, 2015
Feb 24, 2015 at 7:54 AM UTC
*Mister Sunshine
Makes me drink wine
Makes me feel fine
When I'm way down low.
Mister Sunshine
Makes the words rhyme
When he knows the tune
Is sad
He don't take much
He don't make much
But Ahhhhh
To be such a man as he
He walks so pure
Between the sky and sea.
Mister Sunshine
He don't take much
He dont make much
But Ahhhhh
To be such a man as he
And walk so pure
Between the sky and sea
Mister Sunshine
Mister Suhshjne
Ahhhhh
Mister Sunshine *
Nov 3, 2016
Nov 3, 2016 at 3:56 PM UTC
Lying in the green grass
Basking in the yellow sun
Surrounded by blue water.
With a gasp I wake up
Remembering the dream
Colorless tears streaming
Down my face.
Suddenly I hear a jarring buzz
Breakfast.
I put on my white pants
My white shirt
My white shoes
Walk down the hall
With bright white lights.
I sit down at the
Big
White
Table
Eating plain yogurt
Swiss cheese
And milk.
I finish eating
And I walk over to
The Rec Room
Playing in the
Cold
White
Sand.
Day after day
I endure this pain.
Night after night
I'm in ecstasy.
But it's taking its toll.
My step becomes heavy
I wander around aimlessly
Wailing.
Then
I've had enough.
In a frenzy I start
Clawing my face
Hard
White
Nails
Digging into
Soft
Pale
Flesh.
I take one finger
And with maddening precision
Twist and tear
Into my eye
Until it falls
Hanging down my face
By the optical nerves.
I grab the nerves
Rip them out of my head
And with a soft
Plop
My eye falls to the floor.
Ahhhhh
Red.
Sep 17, 2011
Sep 17, 2011 at 4:07 PM UTC
Clenching my teeth,
I cringe while you read my old poems.
Ahhhhh!
That's not me!
I swear!
I've changed!
I'm not so immature!
There would be nothing more satisfying
than crumbling that **** up
and showing you how great I am.
But those poems are the legs I stand on.
I can't cut them off, can I?
Those awful poems!
Sporn from longing and lust -
I called it "love" -
my cranky post-grad years,
living with my parents,
and working minimum wage jobs...
all I hide is there, for you to see;
most people don't look.
I want to erase it all!
I sometimes hope my old poems
are accidentally thrown away.
Then I wouldn't be at fault for
all those lost thoughts.
I don't want you to read them,
but I just can't rid myself of them!
Even now,
when those reflections seem far from the truth.
I hoard them. They are pasted on my mirror.
So I stand,
begrudgingly transparent.
Front to back, see through
and scared shitless you'll
discover I'm not perfect
in this personality economy;
I prepare my list of apologies:
Sorry I'm scarred
Sorry I'm chopped
Sorry I'm *******
So please —
don't talk about my old poems.
Let's pretend you haven't read them.
Feb 24, 2017
Feb 24, 2017 at 12:12 AM UTC