"caringly" poems
I've had many wishes in life.
They said they were to much to ask for.
So these are just simply some simple ones.
The feel of your luscious lips softly hugging mine.
Our hearts completely in sync but still racing to see who can beat faster.
A frozen tongue from over flowing nervousness.
And your soft fingers caringly curved between mine, creating a perfect pattern.
Is that too much to ask for?
Oct 1, 2015
Oct 1, 2015 at 3:04 AM UTC
How shocked was I when my mistress, Filthy Fiona,
Told me one summer's day she had one up the spout;
After all, the silly ***** was on the pill (and in any case
Half the time my seed had gone up the lesser used route).
But, accidents will happen when you least expect them:
Maybe her recent attack of diarrheoa had upset the apple cart.
O, how relieved was I when she told me she had booked herself in
To the Marylebone Abortion Clinic for a good old pump-out session;
And, even better (much better), I wasn't expected to foot the bill
As her private health insurance would cover it nicely,
Thank you very much indeed, God bless you, my darlin';
The excessive premiums were clearly a fine investment.
Like the gent I am, I offered to drive her there in my pink Porsche 911,
But she insisted I need only pick her up after the remedial session
As she had made other travel arrangements to get there; and
One cannot argue with a dame under such trying circumstances.
How I would have relished the amusement of those who saw the ****
Arrive in one bloke's car, deposited caringly with a consoling hug,
And collected by a different chappie, with a kiss on her plump cheek.
But, after all, 'twas only fair I found out later (with a gay grin)
When she told me she really had no idea who the father was
Although her two selected chauffeurs were the best two bets.
How I laud the foresight of the percipient abortion law reformers:
Our sad world has more than enough unwanted ******** as it is.
Jun 1, 2015
Jun 1, 2015 at 7:24 AM UTC
i opened your file
and what i saw
was diferent than what i expected;
i saw that you were
sad, pained,
angry, confused;
i turned the page.
you were suffering,
afraid, and alone;
i looked at your photo,
it was diferent than the you i knew,
you looked terified and sad;
i printed a new sheet of paper.
it said that i would be your friend.
that i would be your friend no matter what;
i fastened the new page in the folder
cautiosly, caringly,
with a paperclip.
Feb 24, 2021
Feb 24, 2021 at 11:18 AM UTC
The child welcomed the first May rain
So openly tender, so caringly free,
So full of wonder, with untainted glee.
Oh what a joyful celebration!
In her simple, little mind
It’s the kind of adoration
I want to feel for one more time.
Jul 25, 2021
Jul 25, 2021 at 12:35 PM UTC
Three years have passed since we first met.
Three years have passed, and I can't forget
what it is to love someone as passionately as
I love you.
Thousands of miles stand in our way.
Thousands of miles, and I can't forget
what it is to love someone as caringly as
I love you.
Different times throughout the day.
Different times, and I can't forget
what it is to love someone as deeply as
I love you.
Three years have passed since we've been away.
Three years have passed, and I can't forget
what it is to love someone as madly as
I love you.
My heart has been yours since the day we met.
My heart has been yours, so I can't forget
what it is to love someone as infinitely as
I love you.
Oct 10, 2014
Oct 10, 2014 at 5:06 PM UTC
A free portrait! Imagine that,
At no charge this troglodyte
Decided that I deserved a rendition in pulsing crimson, me!
He effortlessly sliced the curve of my face,
And then holding true to brute form,
Let his fists do the rest of the painting.
In a breath’s thought I fought the idea
That this strong browed man was a fan of
Yves klein, but then he caringly guided my sight
Floor-bound and I noticed that he was a
Monochromatic *******
Now, I wasn’t expecting Monet,
But in truth the elegance of the lazy red river
Careening down my cheek and neck got my hopes up.
And then further was impressed by his liberalness
With bottomless black crimson
Where he’d only previously flirt with young pinot noir
As he took a break to wash and massage his stained hands
I clutched at the hope that perhaps he was done with the
Onslaught with such blunt tools,
As such methods could ruin the whole piece
Unfortunately, he returned
And his care for each swipe was becoming more
More impassioned, but less precise,
I asked if he perhaps needed a second break?
Perhaps I could assist him,
I wanted to give it a try myself, but my hands were
Tied.
In vain,
I tried to tell him that,
Perhaps,
His bearish skills and appearance,
Would be better suited to a life of leather, whips, and Oedipus Complexes,
But his response was,
Cutting.
You should never laugh at an artist
Especially the bad ones
Because then their work some how finds a way to get worse
I asked if he’d learned how to work from his father,
And whether his father had worked him in any
Other
Manner, and that’s when I became dizzy
I think.
Apparently struck a nerve.
Feb 5, 2018
Feb 5, 2018 at 7:20 PM UTC
Oh my baby come to me,
Your daddy will raise you,
Efficiently & very caringly.
Baby, I will never let you feel alone,
Absinthe of your mum won't touch you,
Brazenness of hers will be steered clear,
You will mature into a human with heart.
I will stay by your side till I die.
Living with you will be my reward,
On this life it will be a blessing,
Versatile will be your daddy,
Even mum I will be for you.
You will grow up a human of principles,
On Judgement Day, you will go to heavens,
Under this sky you will be cared for by Angels.
May 18, 2017
May 18, 2017 at 1:27 AM UTC
Cooling tides
Air that envelops every last patron in a breathless stagnation
A banquet hall falling beyond the ends of the earth
Below all existence and still here unfounded, surrounded by void
Snow falls slowly around the great hall
Spirits of old and young alike alight into the room
Every inch melded admits a dark, endless night
Crawling down pillars, molten metals and fires
Still race in place like the glow from a hearth
Around a table laden, the hall great only mentioned in fables
Awaits the souls tortured and downtrodden
Years of abuse flying by but
As the clock strikes two we can see the sky's above
Just outside wrought iron windows, snow starts to build
Stone rough and hewn from mountains perverse enough
To harbor the worlds worst, unforgivable
Caringly lit only for the night
It all springs to life
Softly enveloping
From somewhere the notes, hopelessly golden
Begin to play
From corners of recessed and disfigured servants
All alleviated if only for the day
Palpable with every resource loosened
Hope is something we still cannot afford
Despite our differing degrees of punishment
We have resigned to unwind the centuries
Golden
The night is long, the table that decorates
This gilded hall, walls arching overhead
Is never left empty, every moment is filled with a subtle
Empathy, check the time
The seconds are passing, all the more quickly
I see the devil, pacing the halls
Lost among his own thoughts
He sees me and recognizes
We're both in the same place
Alone but not forgotten
On this holy night
And I've found out
It always ends, and every year
Comes and goes
Oct 24, 2017
Oct 24, 2017 at 6:38 AM UTC
don't be afraid
to bleed brains on paper
to plead pains unwavered
string sounds slowly
string sounds quickly
do so daringly
rhyme no caringly
do not balk upon the blind eyed judge judging unwonted
spray inky gouts
dare defy doubt
Jul 31, 2016
Jul 31, 2016 at 9:10 PM UTC
The Broken Angel of Slow *** Flight and Her Impossible Audience
The broken angel of slow *** flight
Walked up to the store with rock and roll in her heels
In front of drunk men
She belted out a few lines of a seventies classic
Her singing wild and ***** as her body
A crazy street person they would say
As she caringly petted the store owner’s dog
Looks of mild contempt were her thanks
And yet her love flowed
Some foreign heart untouched by ordinary ignorance
She stayed awhile and tried to make friends
Mostly ignored, except for the occasional glance one has towards a circus show
Performing and yet not performing
She lifted up her shirt for some reason to reveal her stomach
She had the free sexuality of a playful stripper
And then she spun out again in another direction
After awhile she left
With a genuine smile for everybody
The reason for her visit was unclear
But she was tagged a ***
And there was some relief that she was gone
How can a person’s apparent vocation cloud the stars they explode for you?
A slow firework blew by the store and is seen like the dirt under our shoes
Whereas we wear our boredom like a crown
And hold others to the same so-called normal criteria
We call her a ***
But envy the rebel ruby of her freedom
© Matthew Goff
May 11, 2017
May 11, 2017 at 11:28 AM UTC
Your Irish white skin I hold so tightly above a powdered sand background.
Pools of salted rock and starfish we admire with lushness.
Only the crashing of the waves to keep us company with your windswept fringe I stroke so caringly.
If I could die right now it would be perfectly completing.
Sep 1, 2017
Sep 1, 2017 at 6:41 AM UTC
If there's anything that you should know
Is that I never really wanted to go
I would have used myself whole
To help you, that's the goal
Then there would be nothing left of me
So, I had to leave you see
There just wasn't enough for you
I ran out and didn't know what to do
To come up with more pieces
I made deals with Demons like car leases
To full fill your needs
Responding caringly to every plead
The cost was my happiness
That made me a mess
I never got a chance to be alone
Away from you or my phone
I buried every anger and every sadness
Which lead to my madness
You never paid no mind to me
I can do this can't you see!
I was left in the dust
You were steel and I was just the rust
You only know what what I spoke
Or that too I make a joke
You never asked about my heart
So that's why I left, because I fell apart.
Oct 17, 2017
Oct 17, 2017 at 10:12 PM UTC
Tree have fallen all around me but they don't make a sound
silhouettes of sadness lying
All around
There's no mirror in the bathroom so I can't see my face just a lonely image trapped inside this place
Where did my life where did I go so wrong did the devil made me do it or was I acting all alone
Years of laughter Echo loudly in my mind still searching for happiness I can't seem to find
Can I tell you a secret, no because if I do it will no longer be one
But if all my wrongs were stones I could build a castle
In my mind my thoughts continue to wrestle with yesterday's dreams in today's reality of what I have become a lost soul afraid of living or life
My body is possessed by demons who are caringly caressing a condemned spirit
I look at the world with blurred vision only seeing distorted images of life that's so misunderstood.
Brian K. Benton
Sep 15, 2016
Sep 15, 2016 at 11:09 PM UTC
The broken angel of slow *** flight
Walked up to the store with rock and roll in her heels
In front of drunk men
She belted out a few lines of a seventies classic
Her singing wild and ***** as her body
A crazy street person they would say
As she caringly petted the store owner’s dog
Looks of mild contempt were her thanks
And yet her love flowed
Some foreign heart untouched by ordinary ignorance
She stayed awhile and tried to make friends
Mostly ignored, except for the occasional glance one has towards a circus show
Performing and yet not performing
She lifted up her shirt for some reason to reveal her stomach
She had the free sexuality of a playful stripper
And then she spun out again in another direction
After awhile she left
With a genuine smile for everybody
The reason for her visit was unclear
But she was tagged a ***
And there was some relief that she was gone
How can a person’s apparent vocation cloud the stars they explode for you?
A slow firework blew by the store and is seen like the dirt under our shoes
Whereas we wear our boredom like a crown
And hold others to the same so-called normal criteria
We call her a ***
But envy the rebel ruby of her freedom
© Matthew Goff
Oct 11, 2017
Oct 11, 2017 at 10:20 AM UTC