"etheree" poems
Your
Sultry
Eyes speak of
Impulsive thoughts.
Combine together
As one, our lust and love.
I hear my name unspoken
In your warm unwavering gaze.
Pressing kisses taste of surging need;
Awakening wild passion within me.
Jun 29, 2018
Jun 29, 2018 at 8:46 AM UTC
they
travel
overseas
seeking surgery
the cost is cheaper
in those destinations
yet medical tourist
can acquire those many unforeseen
infections after operations
the theaters of surgery lacking hygiene
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our health services need to act quickly
surgery should be made affordable
then folks from here wouldn't require
cost saving operations
in countries overseas
those staph infections
would cease pronto
our jets not
landing
there
Mar 29, 2013
Mar 29, 2013 at 7:18 PM UTC
a
rainbow
came into view
as the hikers
trudged the high hill
its colors were dazzling
they stood for many a minute
marveling at its bright palette
no handsome *** of gold could be seen
but nature had provided a grand scene
Jun 24, 2013
Jun 24, 2013 at 7:37 AM UTC
Get
wealthy:
the rich man
needs no heaven.
Everything's for sale:
take stock of the market…
prices and caprices vary
in the most bizarre of bazaars
we haggle with a zest for barter
and bargain away the best of ourselves
with third world orders of exploitation
a good greed never goes unpunished
in the most bizarre of bazaars
broken is quite optimal—
don't take it personal:
profits and prophets
both burn in hell
the poor man
prays for
rain.
Dec 9, 2015
Dec 9, 2015 at 7:21 PM UTC
the
cauldron's
strong potion
was manifest
in a dire toxin
simmering to the pot's rim
this was a stupid portent
doom would be destine to prevail
the elements mixed in error
which ensured a disaster's outcome
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bad omens were foretold by the recipe
the black sorcerer no smart blender
to late to change the concoction
it boiled over then blew
he'd not been very careful
in how magic works
such a novice
with dark spells
oh so
silly
Aug 28, 2016
Aug 28, 2016 at 8:10 PM UTC
poet
oh poet
artisan
of the message
superbly designing
imagery and mind moods
the world would be the poorer
without your impressive wordage
we rejoice in the stroke of your quill
poet master craftsman sculptor of the page
Apr 15, 2013
Apr 15, 2013 at 6:25 AM UTC
those
autumn
color hues
russets and golds
lay in the park lands
children tumble them up
with their feet making piles
they bury themselves neath colors
the waste of warmer days a fun place
lively children playing under the leaf quilt
Apr 29, 2013
Apr 29, 2013 at 8:16 PM UTC
the
fellows
at the beach
waxed surf boards
out they did paddle
some had wipe outs on the crests
others tunneled through barrels
summer time is such a super time
to watch surfers challenging waves
Jun 20, 2013
Jun 20, 2013 at 7:35 PM UTC
"Oh/
What Sad/
The Nile Brings!"
"A Lonesome Past/
The Tree Loving Birds/
In Their Feathers Were Clung'd!"
"Not A Day Would Sorrow Cease/
Not A Joy Would My Respite Know!"
"Drowning In This Heathen Of Despair/
Battered Still' But I Long To Someday Rise!"
Jan 5, 2014
Jan 5, 2014 at 8:38 PM UTC
he
for whom
abstinence
or indulgence
merely imposters
ever equanimous
untouched by cosmic maya
bearing that crescent on his crown
steeped in the bliss of pure awareness
primal soul with no beginning or end
© 2019
Jul 6, 2019
Jul 6, 2019 at 1:36 PM UTC
At
the end
of a busy
intersection
perpendicular
from where I was standing
I could see sun reflecting
off auburn hair and a green dress.
and the wind carried a scent of sweet
honey, vanilla lotion and Jasmine
Mar 20, 2014
Mar 20, 2014 at 11:59 PM UTC
Bow
before
the wolf king.
Lunar crown reign
midnight is my cloak;
the forest is my throne.
Kinship my only counsel
lupine sapience, eyes aglow
this grin a gala of guillotines
for those that would question such majesty.
Dec 15, 2015
Dec 15, 2015 at 5:09 PM UTC
many interludes of laughter pealed
from a jovial kookaburra
who sat high on the elm tree's branch
gaily chortling to himself
as the dawning sun rose
of such merry tidings
the bird did bring
uplifting
was his
joy
######
he'd
given
the new day
a jolliness
the mood of much glee
making his chuckling tones
the sound great to listen to
enlivening the heart's spirits
with a bright awakening call
ever so happy in the morning staging
Mar 25, 2017
Mar 25, 2017 at 6:55 AM UTC
in
the land
down under
retired folk
get on the roadways
touring extensive countryside
their destinations do vary
some go to the coastal strips while some
do the inland trek in the red hues
we call these older folks the grey nomads
Nov 25, 2013
Nov 25, 2013 at 5:54 PM UTC
silvery tresses of moonlight cascaded
down upon the palm tree lined shore
where young couples slowly strolled
taking in the night's ambiance
tarrying on the sea air
an affection wave
played with joy
so sweetly
in their
hearts
Apr 22, 2013
Apr 22, 2013 at 4:27 PM UTC
She’s
perfect
like the moon,
breathtakingly
mesmerizing that,
you can easily overlook
the imperfections in her.
She makes you want to fall in love
with her over and over again;
until the last breath followed by endless void.
May 3, 2018
May 3, 2018 at 11:42 AM UTC
dusk descends upon the Oz bush landscape
the sun slowly reclines westward
cattle and sheep make for nightly camps
the faint sound of birds are heard
gum trees cast last shadows
o'er the land a hush
day closes
then to
night
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stars
aplenty
fill the sky
the scent of earth
flows on the soft breeze
so calming those night hours
the country is serene and still
how fortunate we who live here
in a place which is like paradise
as the moon sails across the bushland skies
Nov 12, 2013
Nov 12, 2013 at 5:17 AM UTC
Up
Look up
You missed it
Artwork up high
Do not ignore it
The glory of the sky
Way bigger than little you
A humbling experience
You are human but you are so small
If you think, it doesn’t matter at all
May 28, 2010
May 28, 2010 at 10:31 PM UTC
The
shallow
waters pool
between my toes
shoreline shark vigils:
hungry liquid shepherds.
I wade past respectfully...
I am no seal, to be broken
littoral edges drawn crestfallen
the point of no empyreal return.
Crepuscular accession, immersion
salt stinging my eyes as I gill bliss,
pressure slowly crushing my lungs
burst capillaries tandem,
bones imploding in deep
thought actinism.
An organic
plight to make
the lost
light.
Dec 8, 2015
Dec 8, 2015 at 2:07 PM UTC
his
desire
welled up
in crescendo
as she displayed
her appealing features
he so wanted to dandle
with them by the open fire hearth
there they could make some steamy music
as the flames flared up on that night
Apr 13, 2013
Apr 13, 2013 at 1:00 AM UTC
she
is cold
we can feel
her winter breath
she chills our napes
with her gelid icy hand
we take to our warming hearths
to shelter from her frostiness
she has no charity nor any compassion
how baleful her season of bitterness
Mar 31, 2018
Mar 31, 2018 at 4:35 AM UTC
her
flaxen
colored hair
did fall loosely
down upon her back
in the naked sunlight
her hair beguiled her lover
he then drew her close to his body
passionately kissing her bare *******
as the glints of sunlight warmed their hearts
Apr 30, 2013
Apr 30, 2013 at 8:28 PM UTC