"coasted" poems
Eyes soft as silk, mirror moon-fire along the silver cusp of my soul,
Enchantment wanders the opalescence of this dream,
Heartbeat to heartbeat it pulses, drifting down soft, as stolen breath
Along the throat in this trembling garden of body....
Whispers of hunger, penetrate soft folds of midnight’s caress upon
Velvet’s pout, a taste of honeyed tease, searing spoon-fed ecstasy,
Brushed new, upon warm whispers,
In the wet of US....
A moist fragrance of sighs, unleashed, capturing blossoms swelling, under moon-spill,
Urgent fingertips dance delicately across shadowed yearn;
Undressed, beguiled, stirred sweet, behind naked eyes,
Where lavender ache beckons....
Satin pleasures unbutton heaven in the breath of swollen whispers, and
The breeze of destiny lays tangled in sheets, touching, teasing
The shores of prismatic submission;
Spooning wet, the wild of embers scorching need, prompting the meld of ***** as
Seduction fuses and passion licks unholy wet, cocooned in silk spill...
His melting shadow arches, quivers the canopy of my offering,
Roller-coasted beneath his lip-ride, where fire bleeds my skin, and I am lathed upon the parched desert of his tongue;
Where crimson visions seep, thrusting, deep the lilac of petals, and
Hungry hands trace the rhythm of trembles,beyond the swallowed screams....
Darkened eyes watch, as I burn the ****** slipped from his tongue;
My trembling, hips glisten, trailing whispers, slowly swallowing hidden breath,
Drowning him in an oasis of silken desire, where dewdrops of my rain trickle from the corners of his smile,
Orchid nectar sliding between two tongues, saturated, tasted beyond the press of lips...................
Jan 16, 2013
Jan 16, 2013 at 11:56 AM UTC
Coasted river
Curse’d thing
Lying still on jagged edge
Watch for harpies howl instead.
Oct 21, 2010
Oct 21, 2010 at 10:35 AM UTC
Hell, I scrambled to an amusement park last night,
strapped myself in and coasted for hours
I didn't give myself a break instead I kept coasting until it got
hot and buzzed an alarming buzz
It was overheating, as was I, runnels of inhuman sweat stuck to my face
like glue from a hot gun
{they gave me a hot glue gun so I could make them better crafts than an 'ol family portrait with
blue and green markers on the backside of a receipt from the horse races; but my papa didn't
care about the crafts; he just wanted me busy so he could watch the tube and maybe have a nap
in the evening}
The cart is rattling out of its own carriage; I look up to the angels and only see black ***** smoke
Hell, I make a black ***** mess out of most things lately so instead I sit in it
because I usually run out of it; having towers crash and explode behind me
Hell, ya get what ya pay for; I pay for nothing, you pay for everything, I take everything – both of us will always know that
{remember when you'd say we'd go for ice cream to get me to shut up
we never went for ice cream}
Sparks underneath the rails, I twisted my stiff neck to stay still in something blasphemously heavy
{I used to think I was so heavy}
It’s like the feeling you get when you want to do something but your body won't succumb
Split mind & body interpersonal connections - left and right are both just forward,
Going forward to somewhere I've already been.
Hell, I let myself flood until they **** smacked the gates open with a
"What the **** are you tryna do? **** yourself?!" reprimand
And I even almost came to see you because you really wanted a daughter again and
I really wanted a father {again} - I've never really had one to begin with.
Instead, I listened to the cat's in the cradle and cut in my cradle
And hell, I really needed to be loved
I think more than I have ever needed
{you never left but you never came to leave me}
Hell, I don't think I have even seen hell yet; but one day it'll do me in good.
Thou he slay me, yet will I trust in him.
Nov 3, 2012
Nov 3, 2012 at 1:31 AM UTC
You were in a tail-spin, (You remember?)
Of course you do, endlessly falling,
Churning dark clouds for company,
Every silver-lining has a cloud.
So I reached right in, (you were so blind.)
Placed your trembling hand on the controls,
Although, you did not trust me, (did you?)
Not at first, although with good cause,
Because you were dizzy, disorientated.
But slowly, ever so slowly, we relaxed,
Pulled you out of the dive, up and away,
Banking, climbing, power ramping up,
Juddering through the stutter-stall,
Until we were purring, a throaty growl.
A big cat in a poorly constructed cage,
Bursting free, guided by rainbows,
Flickering smile insinuating itself upon your face,
(So lovely) on your beautiful lips.
Without really noticing, (smooth as silk)
We coasted along in open skies,
Rah, French kissing the gentle swell of the sea,
Transforming everything into a mirror,
Reflections captured in burnished bronze,
Can I release your hand now? (don’t gasp)
Yes, my love, you are flying again.
© Paul Chafer 2014
Jun 1, 2014
Jun 1, 2014 at 10:40 AM UTC
That night we were perfectly irrational,
your mother spoke like Rhea in an ancient
Greek tongue. We straddled the mighty
Norton five-hundred and joked of Marxist revolution.
She tightened her arms on the ascent.
Danger flurried down our spines and palms
began to sweat. At breakneck speed we whipped
round snaking grey meanders along the cliff edge.
Our compass set in lunar chatoyance
the stars were squinting feline lovers
as the night light washed upon her eyelids,
lashed with jagged stalactitic silhouettes.
We coasted down a sandy path; emerging from the hills
where the shepherds’ ruby grins were the nights hue.
Hearts cast in iron and minds sat on sand,
the sky snapped pink to blue, to navy dogtooth.
The spider grass on the dunes, the mirage
of twisting dancers and sand storm pirouettes.
Full beams off, we’d blink and stand amazed,
that very trace of privacy at night
which leaves you dazed, for unlike the crowded
light of day which knows no heart nor wonderment
moonlight dances on the pier, and bounces off the waves.
My first born son who parts the fog and clouds
to carry primal thunder; I gift to you,
the joy of life, and beauty of the oceans wealth.
The sand will bed and water cleanse,
the tide will carry and coral mend.
Until you, La Pedarosa of the floating world,
may sail over those who tell of any boat
you cannot sink and any fleet you cannot fell.
Mar 21, 2014
Mar 21, 2014 at 8:05 AM UTC
Said, I can show you around the blackberry bush –
I planted it last summer, you know, that June you coasted
to university and stopped having crushes on cousins.
Said, you grew your hair long.
I toss it out the window many mornings:
dewdrops as a conditioner and tease strollers with
a crease by my armpit you like(d), my flab on the side –
I impress others now, men cling to the bottom of my skirt
and suckle on the hem to make each thread fray.
Said, but your knees feel dusty up against mine.
There is no big wide world, no plum summit skies below
the cuff of another person’s dress shirt –
just a watch. Remind me how much time I have left
until extinction, no hand held or hug goodbye:
this is a kingdom where nothing can die
and when it does, seeds are sown in the pelt of your heart.
Said, no, I bred this world for the fireflies.
Said, there are berry-droppings on your chin.
You look as if you’ve eaten licorice or caught lung cancer;
I wish you had, I wish I had never called you sugar.
Apr 7, 2013
Apr 7, 2013 at 12:49 AM UTC
You got the whole ******* town in this war.
Look left, brake right.
It's nothing but coasted stop signs and run red lights.
Head on collisions. No casualties.
No worries, nothing open heart surgery can't fix.
Casual strolls have become grounds for catastrophic collapses.
Holey teeshirts. Newspaper clippings. The old business building. Top 40 radio.
Seriously, you even make f u c k i n g pop songs depressing.
I string together old pieces of poetry to create the illusion that I still remember how to write.
The worst part is you didn't rob me of this...
Didn't take my heart and run...
I gave it to you.
And I don't ever want it back.
Jun 11, 2012
Jun 11, 2012 at 9:29 PM UTC
it's been a rollercoaster ride.
and the negativity associated with that
is not due to the lows that followed the highs,
the pain in my neck when taking sharp turns,
or the screaming banshee in my ear,
they are instead due to the fact
that i've only ever coasted,
locked in, auto-pilot,
top gun, eyes ahead,
the thrills and the relief,
the exaltation and release,
they were all under control,
of outside forces.
i thought it would be fun,
reached the height that was mandated,
and rose closer to the sun,
than ever thought possible.
in hindsight, i'd rather
recall our jokes about
the awkward sweating faces
of those queued up for hours,
as we lay in the shade enjoying
ice cream,
funnel cake,
eye contact.
Apr 11, 2012
Apr 11, 2012 at 2:11 PM UTC
If only I could grasp what I've always been trying to get a hold of.
Again, letting sand slip through my fingers,
laying back to float on the daunting shadows
coasted on the river
riding the rapids once again
watching days turn to years
the sun into the moon
until
swept from below - as the tale always goes
a man in the dark, looming
the land and skies afrow
asking where the wicked set their sow
we all know
its the river below
which flows unto eternal sound
Vibration at its highest currency
collision
You've heard its painless to drown
no need to worry, or make a sound
let it all come down
all can't be found
until light is shed in dark places
when sacrifice begins succumation
the need for precipitation
perpetuation
to wash my red hands clean
dawn the new moon, I'm ready for the next
this time to remember the paths I've taken
together
for this single moment of existence
a chance again to be divine
to escape the eternal river below
so i no longer have to live and let go
love, hate, feel, and grow
if only i could know
the third seed my body shall sprout,
which's vine i will climb
to the eternal valley
Nov 26, 2014
Nov 26, 2014 at 10:13 PM UTC
ranked out ****
on drugs
lovin lady hugs hatin bugs
cuz
I smash em
like a hammer nailin
combine bailin
fire line trailin cuz I be sailin
distant shores
sunblocked pores
drinkin Coors
rollin with the movers
do her
then leave in the compost
heave her on the fence post
go coast to coast
roast that ***
like the muthafukkin
*** roast
almost coasted into the trap line
caught my behind
shot em from the tree line
try to unwind
blowin my mind
try to find
some kind
buds on the street
beatin calloused feet
greetin hip grannies
with my fly *** beats
eatin meat
shooting to killa
thrilla the hunt
act like Ted Nugent
‘cept I still be shootin drunk
listenin to funk
***** trunk honey smells bunk
and I roll out --
Feb 24, 2015
Feb 24, 2015 at 12:30 PM UTC
You gotta feel the earth
with your bare feet and the wind
in your hair and you gotta feel
the tears that you weep
that you thought were sorrowful
but were in truth tears
of delight because
the deeper your sorrow cuts
into your heart the more
joy it can contain.
Each morning the world
opens to you a new door
whether you have succeeded
or failed or just coasted along
and life begins anew
every day.
Be as kind as you can
and love all, even those
happy to see you fall
because by doing this what
you leave behind
will serve future generations
even if they are
just words.
Embrace your accomplishments
and keep your good thoughts
alive and always keep
a smile on your face and a smile
in your heart.
The journey that we take
only begins with where
we are right now
and success belongs to those of us
who dare to try to win
because love is what
we are born with and fear is
what we learn.
In starting a new journey
it seems that we might
have so much to lose but
at the same time we have so much
to gain and to be able to experience
love in ourselves and others
is the meaning of life and
you gotta love it. Jon York 2012
Aug 3, 2012
Aug 3, 2012 at 1:15 PM UTC
We sat in an awkward silence
your eyes nudging my mind
and there was nothing
but a wounded dieing desire
I simply exsisted beside you
and the look turned into despair
almost unforgiving
as you strummed a few notes
to cut the air
and I wanted to be more in that moment
to rehash a moment of counterfeit joy
just to fake you
to make you smile
I know you've been working at
this tension for months
but I was blank and breathless
while your stare coasted down to the floor
In a way dismissing me
so I walked off
alone I left you
on Christmas morn
Dec 25, 2012
Dec 25, 2012 at 11:58 PM UTC
As I breathed in deep fresh air,
its sharpness a timely kick to my lungs,
I uttered words of praise to God –
these words were unfeigned honest feelings.
Instantly a smothering weariness slackened its grip, faith and nature the sure-fire tonic to fragments of a bruised soul.
Overhead, Terns coasted: side to side like a pendulum.
Swirling unseen, the wind stroked my exposed skin
as the springy grass began to waltz between my uncovered toes –
the sunlit reflections on a glassy brook
unveiling a gaiety
etched on my widening smile.
Crisp water in cupped palms slapped against my butter-soft cheeks
that flushed a plump-wine-red
(full of fruitful vigour),
and satisfied the thirst for assurance – invariably found within the Lord.
May 30, 2022
May 30, 2022 at 12:36 PM UTC
5:09
A moments lotus
Sleight of mind
The loss of focus
Shined so bright that the sun took notice
Despite the fright
Electric in rogue bliss
Stressed and a tad hopeless
Nevertheless coasted with no hits
Tragic in deliverance
Immaculate vernacular
You’ve noticed
Spectacular
And foolish
Radical
Immune to rips in the space-time continuum
A lapse in the movement
Expectant and prudent of the next steps
Electric in lucid breath
Liven the stars with rude quips
Honest tips from the former Buddhist
Deluge of ink yet the mood fits
Restless and transient and a little bit stupid
Genius on the back foot
You already knew this
Time travel in sequels
Landed a couple of nudists and a scandal in England
Resumed with intent to usurp the regal
The martians exist to rewrite the prequel
Whatever it takes to undo the evil
Even if the earth breaks
We freefall as equals
In the middle the verbs shake
The words a c h e
Guess which president undid the birthdays
Global catastrophe
That’s just what the birds say
Understood under nerves
Distinguished in fowl play
Never was above the shameless word play
These are the notes of disturbed and absurd days
Jun 26, 2015
Jun 26, 2015 at 2:25 PM UTC
When you kissed my lips
It flew through my entire body
Like a drug
And I was so high
Off of your touch
As your hands wrapped themselves around my waist
I succumbed to your love
Up and down they coasted along my legs
Soft as a feather
Gentle as beautiful weather
And when you stopped to breathe
You whispered like the wind in my hair
I Love You
May 16, 2013
May 16, 2013 at 6:59 PM UTC
Last night I hit a cat.
I've never hit an animal with my car before.
I've been in a car that has hit an animal,
but it's different when you're the one driving.
It was late. It was drizzling.
I was coming home from work.
My right eye was blurry.
I live in the country off of a gravel road.
I was two minutes from home,
at the top of the big hill.
It shot out from the dark brush on the right.
They teach you in driver's ed not to swerve
if an animal comes at your car.
I didn't swerve. I wish I had.
It's different when you're the one driving.
I felt it, in my bones. In my heart.
I heard it, too, over the roar of violins from my radio.
I coasted twenty feet; threw the car in park.
I put on my flashers, since that's what you should do.
I haven't cried that hard since we put my own cat down.
I didn't know I had it in me to sob that viscerally.
I think I'll feel that cat in my bones until I'm dead.
Apr 11, 2017
Apr 11, 2017 at 3:31 PM UTC
The night
I let go of all the stress
Was the very night I knew I was never gong to regret.
The night, I first set eyes on you, walking towards me
The night I finally made sense of all the nonsense in my head
The night
I poured my soul out to you
Was the night I committed my greatest sin
The sin of letting a toxic entity into me
Into my heart
You corrupted my good heart
With your words of torture
With your neglect
You sugar coasted all the torturing activity
With meaningless I love you's
And ****** ***
With a love sick torturing mind of getting your attention
I excelled in all your desires
While you failed in mine
I was there to pick you up when you fell
When you broke
And when you fell and broke
You dragged me down that hole with you
You killed my spirit
I lost my soul
You killed my heart
Im all alone
You killed me
The girl that finally showed you what love is
But even that mere thing
Wasn’t enough to hold you back
Now I lie 6 feet under you
Even now
I don’t mean anything to you
Jan 31, 2016
Jan 31, 2016 at 8:54 PM UTC
She coasted over him,
Shallow and deep,
Hot and cold,
Surface and beneath,
She floated atop him,
Wild and dangerous,
Tamed and secure,
Vulnerable and weak,
She ebbed and flowed,
Towards his curved edge,
The verge of his reverse,
Her very own toppling.
He was the cliff...
And she, the waterfall.
#El_Magnifico™
Aug 10, 2017
Aug 10, 2017 at 9:49 AM UTC
...
..
.
center lined
coasted to coast
through my mind
loved like ghosts
***** to *****
cutting
the
noose
speaker
speak speak
speaking sparks
mark the flame
named
from
shame
test mine
blown minds
poetry blinds
never caught
me blind
wobble
wobble
wobble
with your mine light on
crack midnight before
the crack
of
dawn
another
winter
pawn
defined
center lined
?
...
..
.
Jan 1, 2018
Jan 1, 2018 at 9:04 AM UTC
No son should hear their mother's cry
muffled by the whispers of 'I'm fine'.
The tears still fresh from the eye,
like a salt stained ravine.
I've seen the greatest fall,
the strongest weakened,
and I witnessed
my mum fall on a weekend;
not a spiral towards the floor,
not in physicality but
in an emotional rollercoaster
that has herself coasted
off to where the words can't reach;
where her heart does bleed,
and where her mouth doesn't speak.
"Mum are you ok?" I mutter,
knowing well enough of the answer,
But i pretend to be some majestic dancer
prancing around the topic.
There's a caution sign,
it reads "wet floor"
only floor is spelt different,
it's spelt with an H
an E and a continuation of art.
I tiptoe around the sign
as though they were land mines,
afraid that one false step
could pour my own death.
...
No son should hear their mother's cry
muffled by the whispers of 'I'm fine'.
Aug 9, 2016
Aug 9, 2016 at 5:18 AM UTC