"fantasyland" poems
I want you, can’t you see
Kissing and hugging you, showing you the real me.
But also let me be your freak under the sheets.
Let's make love on the couch, in bed or even the backseat.
Kiss me passionately, but don’t undress me just yet.
I want you to tease me, kiss my neck till I’m soaking wet.
Your hands with mine
Seductively put them smoothly on my waistline.
Slowly kiss my stomach and caress my thighs
This is something I’ll never deny.
Go down on me and eat me like never before
Oh baby don't stop and give me more.
The way you look at me is like, **** baby you is a snack”
Now let me turn around so you can hit it from the back.
Wrap your hands around my hair and pull it hard
and slide it in nice and slow like a credit card.
I like it slow and I like it rough
Do me all night long, I can never get enough.
Make me moan, make me scream
Thinking that we're smashing but it’s just a wet dream.
-NGM
Dec 27, 2017
Dec 27, 2017 at 9:15 AM UTC
second sight alternate mind
sliding down the slippery slope
chasing a rabbit into fantasyland
the world is the same but changed
this drink is full of laughter
this drink makes everything strange
and why am I here you may ask
as I refill my already refilled glass
to find myself of course
I've looked everywhere else
and this is the only place I exist
at the bottom of a bottle
recycling the abyss
I am alive tingling inside
and I know he is waiting
on the hangover side, but
I'll let him deal with it **** it up
while I just crawl away to Hyde
until he is again enticed
to walk away from his Jekyllite life
we're all inmates so what's your poison
prisoners here in alcoholism
Jan 16, 2022
Jan 16, 2022 at 8:47 AM UTC
The Mask of Mediocrity
there are those here amongst us that hide
behind a mask of mediocrity
too frightened to even show us there own faces
so one dimensional in thought
it would be wrong to condemn or criticize
why they choose to hide
telling stories of their own fantasyland fantasies
real life scares the hell out of them
when it all comes down to the end
we are all wearing masks
we are all mediocre in averages of totality
good at one thing terrible on another
good hard workers reliable to the firm
great at making love
but terrible at giving true forgiving love
committed to their own world
and me I do not choose to hide my face
but mediocrity at its finest
still striving to reach that art of true forgiving love
trying to remove that mask
and by the way the real world scares the hell out of me too!
Gomer LePoet ....
May 30, 2013
May 30, 2013 at 8:08 PM UTC
The difference between you and me
is the fact that I actually care.
You sit there, not giving a ****
while I sit here, giving too many *****
I tried once before and I’m still trying,
but you’re not there and you never were.
You don’t like people changing for you,
but you’ll change for someone else.
Quit playing your ignorant games,
cause every time you lose.
You lost the most important game of your life…me.
And when you figure it out, I won’t be here.
So who gives a **** now?
The fantasyland you live in is a complete joke, where nothing is funny.
Have fun while you can, because once you grow up,
the mistakes you made are going to be bold in front of your face.
Don’t be someone you’re not, it’s disgusting.
Apr 7, 2012
Apr 7, 2012 at 11:19 PM UTC
Your life is not your own when you have a fancy smartphone
You can see all hear all but not really listen your here but... Not really here
Your in digital Fantasyland...
Where everybody's gets their 15 seconds of fame it's just 1 like or status update away :)
Mar 1, 2016
Mar 1, 2016 at 11:27 PM UTC
magic kingdom
magic castle
tomorrow land was yesterday
fantasyland full of
peter pan and cinderella
NASA rockets
towering giants
risky space
I licked space ice
cream from a
dip n' dots
anti-gravity cup
sailed the stars
of a projection
screen
the beach was quite
beachy
peachy
bright sand
hot sun
freezing pacific
specific ocean
seagulls laughing
diving swooping
snatching
shells underfoot
washed up
****** back
cloudy
salty
H2O
crusty wind
blowing wind
ocean wind
ron jon's
surf's up
beach babes
beach boys
orlando
florida
Mar 10, 2014
Mar 10, 2014 at 11:11 AM UTC
It’s about my husband Alex,
He’s a truly wonderful man
But I fear Alex has gone
For a trip to Wonderland.
He works hard, and long
But lost some of his grip
On reality as it really is
And seems to be on a trip.
Ice trays that fill themselves,
Self-closing cupboard doors,
And magic laundry chutes
That puts clothes back in drawers
Ketchup bottles with 1/10th ounce
And leftovers never consumed.
And of course automobiles
Driven but never get tuned.
In Alex’s fantasyland
He lives across a chasm
Where only he gets hungry
Or gets to have an ******
He doesn’t answer doorbells
Or incoming calls on the phone.
And, when he’s watching games
He is demands to be left alone.
Presents given out by him
In his fairy tale existence
Are often gift certificates
After a round of insistence.
And, don’t ask my husband
For the date of our anniversary
Or the dates our children
Showed up in the nursery.
I am only mentioning all this
Because I totally understand.
I have read quite a few books.
I have been to Disneyland.
But what I don’t understand
And can’t get into my head
Is why he hasn’t heard me yet,
Or a ****** word I have said.
It isn’t like I haven’t complained
Or told him what I wanted.
But he looks around like maybe
He thinks the house is haunted,
Because he is hearing voices
That he can’t quite understand.
See? What did I tell you?
Alex lives in Wonderland!
Jun 21, 2015
Jun 21, 2015 at 7:30 PM UTC
I can’t get it back, never again
The fantasyland, the windowpane rain
The azure patch, a shrub of green
I’ve lost them all, you know what I mean!
Taken away, my mid days alone
Living my whims, in a world of my own
The galloping horse, looming monsters
Braving it all, the witch’s dark curse!
The dimple cheeked girl with little red curl
She was a fairy with a heart of pearl
By a magic wand she turned to angel
It was no dream, no fairytale!
I rode the horse, the one that rocks
Time flew by, old grew the clocks
Beckoned by the sky, I wish I could soar
Just to get the child back, and live it once more!
Jul 12, 2013
Jul 12, 2013 at 2:39 AM UTC
I want to take a journey
Through fantasyland
Where dreams come true
And there's nothing but
I love you
Dec 21, 2013
Dec 21, 2013 at 9:46 PM UTC
Her lilting voice,
sweet and soothing,
once moved audiences
to laughter and tears.
Now, at bedtime,
she hones her celebrated art
for her daughter's enjoyment,
regaling her with stories
of wizards and talking birds,
of princesses and castles
and magical visits to a
glittering fantasyland.
She tucks her child in
and listens to her prayer,
then sleep tiptoes
into the quiet room
as the little girl
turns over gently,
all her lovely dreams
just waiting to unfold
like a glorious sunrise.
Jul 10, 2015
Jul 10, 2015 at 11:59 AM UTC
In Fantasyland where Elves and Fairies dwell,
The Good Witch once did cast her Magic Spell,
To shield the Little Folks from human eyes,
Human presence warned by the blue owl's cries;
A gentle mystic mist surrounds the land,
And time is kept by chiming bells at hand,
Rainbow-walks and bright-lit amber lanterns,
Flowered gardens amidst crystal fountains,
With Nature's sounds and music ever there,
Beauty can be found almost everywhere;
To find the place first find the Wishing Well,
Then you can find where Elves and Fairies dwell.
May 21, 2022
May 21, 2022 at 6:07 AM UTC