"geils" poems - Hello Poetry

We once wore tie dyes, smoked herbage, all styles, all kinds, it blew our minds. Swirls & waves, Colombian & Mexican, a little bit of Thai, the stick. We were walking kaleidoscopes, amateur-gurus, electric experts, explosive flames, so vibrant, so vivid, energetic & dreamy. And when coupled with some Zeppelin, the Stones or Geils, we were the coolest humans on Earth.

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Dec 15, 2013

Dec 15, 2013 at 4:35 PM UTC

jonny-angel

The Coolest Humans on Earth

We once wore tie dyes, smoked herbage, all styles, all kinds, it blew our minds. Swirls & waves, Colombian & Mexican, a little bit of Thai, the stick. We were walking kaleidoscopes, amateur-gurus, electric experts, explosive flames, so vibrant, so vivid, energetic & dreamy. And when coupled with some Zeppelin, the Stones or Geils, we were the coolest humans on Earth.

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Every where you look their are signs on the billboards to grandmas evening shawl Dazzling encounter with a super Nerf ball, on every occasion we meet in passing counter staffing or to face the nightmare fall into between each other; Sign to the left of me sings to the right enormous display of a tremendous body display wrapped in the music display each encounter safe in between, such as the J. Geils band.., there are posters salute the oven crushed tomatoes in the cellar with butter suffer in silence, come across tax men why should we complain yet again the mere notion of the past brings us to a near future whispers in the window stand out very credible roasted as if a turkey basin in the oven the water lies beneath a brook under a bridge their are frogs under the embankment among the marsh there's a sloppy mess twisted chords of ivory line the trussle i stand alone frightened but yet alive intact this is the dream I had among fallen elf drop soup bowls filled with the residue of cheddar in its taste as we listen close to the river we stand still &deliver Poindexter the black cat comes out in heat to neck reflections in the pale woman with a shawl bristled in her hair and in the lining of her teeth

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Nov 25, 2018

Nov 25, 2018 at 1:45 PM UTC

mario-william-vitale

Signs

Every where you look their are signs on the billboards to grandmas evening shawl Dazzling encounter with a super Nerf ball, on every occasion we meet in passing counter staffing or to face the nightmare fall into between each other; Sign to the left of me sings to the right enormous display of a tremendous body display wrapped in the music display each encounter safe in between, such as the J. Geils band.., there are posters salute the oven crushed tomatoes in the cellar with butter suffer in silence, come across tax men why should we complain yet again the mere notion of the past brings us to a near future whispers in the window stand out very credible roasted as if a turkey basin in the oven the water lies beneath a brook under a bridge their are frogs under the embankment among the marsh there's a sloppy mess twisted chords of ivory line the trussle i stand alone frightened but yet alive intact this is the dream I had among fallen elf drop soup bowls filled with the residue of cheddar in its taste as we listen close to the river we stand still &deliver Poindexter the black cat comes out in heat to neck reflections in the pale woman with a shawl bristled in her hair and in the lining of her teeth

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Lisas and Cheryls in halter tops walk the Halls of Stoughton High full Throttle, coiffed fleece fiercely feathered, Tonys and Tims trawling in tow, toting Texts. Tims and Tonys slip Slyly away, skip shop, talk **** **** a doob behind Bob’s Baitshop’s garbage dunes, tunes of Geils and Seeger and Stones, applaud Lisas and Cheryls, laud deserving Donnas and Dianes (but dude, don’t Let on!) See, A solitary Tony takes to one shapely Cheryl’s sultry swagger, staggers, blathers His rathers, turning her hair’s fair feathers A-flair, she helping his hand higher up her hip, her Cup, her concupiscent luscious lower lemon-lacquered lip, he agog, a ***** Dog with a bone. And a libidinous loner Lisa prefers a particular turgid Tim, digs His Doors tee tucked In to tight tan cords, affords Herself a longer linger as his fingers Dangle, thick thumbs hooked in belt. Looked at, Felt, ***** his hip, flips a nod, draws a Sneer, paws her rear, she his Haunch, he steady and Staunch, Steady and Staunch Not gonna Launch Steady gawdamnsunuvabitch! Thaws the sneer Right there. High gears it outta here.

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Jan 27, 2015

Jan 27, 2015 at 5:44 PM UTC

aaron-rosenberg

Lascivious '79

Lisas and Cheryls in halter tops walk the Halls of Stoughton High full Throttle, coiffed fleece fiercely feathered, Tonys and Tims trawling in tow, toting Texts. Tims and Tonys slip Slyly away, skip shop, talk **** **** a doob behind Bob’s Baitshop’s garbage dunes, tunes of Geils and Seeger and Stones, applaud Lisas and Cheryls, laud deserving Donnas and Dianes (but dude, don’t Let on!) See, A solitary Tony takes to one shapely Cheryl’s sultry swagger, staggers, blathers His rathers, turning her hair’s fair feathers A-flair, she helping his hand higher up her hip, her Cup, her concupiscent luscious lower lemon-lacquered lip, he agog, a ***** Dog with a bone. And a libidinous loner Lisa prefers a particular turgid Tim, digs His Doors tee tucked In to tight tan cords, affords Herself a longer linger as his fingers Dangle, thick thumbs hooked in belt. Looked at, Felt, ***** his hip, flips a nod, draws a Sneer, paws her rear, she his Haunch, he steady and Staunch, Steady and Staunch Not gonna Launch Steady gawdamnsunuvabitch! Thaws the sneer Right there. High gears it outta here.

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