"gloveless" poems
It was the night of Christmas Eve when I was on my own
You came round with Chantelle lowering the festive tone
It was okay until you left and I found that big baguette
Such a time of desperation one time I will not forget
A toilet tragedy I suffered when I discovered your Yule log
Why did you leave that monstrosity inside my ******* bog
I had a drink to calm my nerves but I didn't want to tackle
In the U bend that ******* **** was caught up in the shackle
Trying hard to get rid of that thing with hot water in a bucket
It didn't move with my attempts so I thought "well **** it"
Taking the plunge with pipe unscrewed it wasn't very nice
A gloveless hand you wouldn't want to handle that thing twice
With heavy heart I manhandled that large brown log myself
The size of it I'm petty sure was detrimental to my health
I know that Chocolate logs traditional to celebrate the Yule
Did you have to leave me one made from a combined stool
You blamed Chantelle but I'm not sure if it was her or you
But whichever way you look at it, its a nasty thing to do
So come on just admit it who dealt me that crap card
Getting rid of such a thing well its really rather hard
It really isn't all that much of a Christmas appetizer
Having to disguise it for bin using the local advertiser
Yule be so disgusted if you had crap Christmas news
A real low time of my life with Yule tide log abuse
Next time you decide to call round in the festive mood
Have a **** before you come not meaning to be rude
Don't pass solids in my bog to avoid a repeat performance
I have already reached my peak concerning **** endurance
Use my bog with courtesy without Christmas block activities
I don't want your crap on my hands ruining my festivities
Dec 27, 2017
Dec 27, 2017 at 5:39 AM UTC
My imagination
is the all-encompassing *****
Composed of touchable red curves,
she speaks
in dark, melted tones that drip
& cool to harden at their destination.
She’s the sort of insatiable pursuit
most boys are taught to desire.
She’s the well-spoken lady
most gentlemen deserve.
She transfigures into
the most verboten temptations
& acts as the pair of arms
that will suddenly slam you up against a wall.
She eases into you with her starved gaze
& examines your every possible inch.
She leaves you with nothing to hide.
Scrupulous? Undeniably so.
She touches whatever she wishes
with gloveless fingertips
& ***** your mouth dry
of all bitter objection.
She leaves you speechless--
but smiling.
My imagination?
She is a bombshell,
& I think I like her better than me.
Aug 27, 2013
Aug 27, 2013 at 6:02 PM UTC
life must have been so cold you
from as early as you can wind back the tape
it must had been all dark clouds
that warm summer from your childhood faded
quickly like my breath on the car window
last night
i know now winter is on its way but your smile has still
forgotten to blossom with the flowers in spring
and im starting to worry maybe it stayed buried somewhere
under the snow, and that maybe that's why you look so uncomfortable
like the gloveless finger in early february
like every touch is as sharp as a knife
and like a deeper breath might freeze your lungs
why are you so afraid?
what kind of disaster plagued you,
and how can i apologize for it.
somewhere an off season taught you that
its not safe to wear sandals in the summer
and that you always have to hide.
i know at times, bitter winds make it hard to trust
and flash floods soil hopes
but life is more than snowed in monday
and i dont want you to live so limited
life must have been so cold to you
show me how far you can wind back the tape
let me see the exact place
your breath started to break
i know your heart is heavy,
it carries a load it was never meant to
set it down
and come outside
i promise the weather is nice
enough of the time
and when its not,
when the rain comes in like car with failed brakes,
stay with me,
let me hold your umbrella
let me cover your car with a tarp
and dry your clothes
you know, you don't have to do this alone.
the winter is cold but sometimes going outside
makes your heart feel warmer
you've always had what you need to survive this weather
hold on to that
and hold on to your hat
because life is coming fast and i know you're afraid
but i wont let you sit,
convincing yourself you're content
with a life so hopeless as this.
watch the rain with me.
Oct 9, 2013
Oct 9, 2013 at 4:50 PM UTC
You keep me at eye level,
Examining for interpretations,
Think me either shady or too colorful;
That my perspective may be skewered.
You reach out to straighten me,
But recoil, gloveless.
Consider the Feng Shui
Of your living room.
Peer closer,
There's a face
Like a worrisome specter,
Like the picture.
Mar 26, 2018
Mar 26, 2018 at 9:04 AM UTC
*A gloveless welder will one day suffer a burn
A carpenter in the rain awaits his turn for a blackened nail
The careless goat herder will soon receive the wrath of the buck
The citizen too busy to vote garners the scorn of an elected schmuck* ...
Nov 9, 2016
Nov 9, 2016 at 8:21 PM UTC
It's been awhile
and I'm still treading
water in the dark
streets;
it's December
limping up Villard in the
harsh, the bitter,
the 1 o'clock freezing
hour
You say the sun sets
and the flicker always fades
that the night is
guaranteed
*(and I'm no fool, I know that
ups go down and I've heard this all
before)*
but in the darkened hours,
the lamplight hours,
the gloveless-countdown-to-Christmas hours
where this has started and
it's too late to
stop it
now
I'm walking next
to you
where love is not certain like
the pitch-black curtain of
nightfall,
and where I'm finally warm
for a
moment
in snow
Dec 5, 2015
Dec 5, 2015 at 12:51 PM UTC
Singed am I from dealing with Dragons
Though my hands feel their fiery sting no more
Soaring through the twilight of my mind
A sight for sore eyes beheld me
Their lair flows thick with golden sludge
The manifestation of drudgery borne
From a life intent on the taking
Scarred am I from feeding Lions
Yet my limbs grow anew from the power of love
As the dove lays nest upon its head
I spread my wings so boldly
The pack moves with flow designed
To magnify their pride through birthing cub
Through the Lioness they come
But from one seed solely
That is a lonely world
Wise am I from running with Panther
Her feline grace abstains from false action
With a keen eye around on what happens around
She whittles and reads the minds that encounter her
Then lying on the branch with the thickest limb
She will tell you what boundless potential lies therein
By pouncing and slitting those shallow words
To release you from this carnal grasp
Bruised am I by the will of Bull
His blood-shot eyes a curdling pull
To challenge what has turned my family
T’wards that mindless short sight reality
Hidden pen is much smaller than his head
Though the master will deny at all cost
For the fear that the bull would join the executives
Tired am I by Horse’s drive
With its impeccable, ceaseless stride
You have outrun me in spirit
Leave me by the pond awhile
To ponder my demise
Your hooves they clamber in my head
My muscles lock and flesh is red
Though I don’t blame you for your optimism
Wallowing am I iScorpion’s venom
Her futile lunges so careless
Drunk with its own preservation
It spasmed at the sound of my name
Let me stroke it and soothe its poor vessel
With a gloveless hand showing trust
As a homage to the power of love
I am all these things one
They are all inside thee
Am I living through you
Or you living through me?
Jun 22, 2017
Jun 22, 2017 at 1:55 PM UTC
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Above festooned in love
Absconds with twinkles
into a grey glove...
the Angeles sky
Celestial bodies...
wild horses need never
be broken and bridled.
Instead slowly coaxed
to a gloveless hand
gentle reassuring
whispers caresses
for an unshakable bond
between one and
the spirit of the horse....
The soul of the star.
Only then will they allow themselves to be seen
in full glory and light,
Let us see what they are
Sep 4, 2018
Sep 4, 2018 at 5:20 AM UTC