"icking" poems
B itter, hot and strong
L uxuriously inviting
A fter a long hard day
C affeine arousing senses
K icking back with Aaaahhh
C omfort invited in style
O ffering warmth and stimulation
F ragrance of coffee beans
F uming the nose, seducing the mouth
E agerly anticipating that first taste
E xquisite rich flavour appreciated
Mar 13, 2015
Mar 13, 2015 at 4:13 PM UTC
the world is flown
and i sleep beside you wed
our mossy appetite has become cleaved
a sleeve running between us on this bed
a warm hum the pores pipe open
intimacy issues forth traversing the gap
intelligence sliding slack and froth
like moist candy-floss icking and tearing
our shared dream
our powerful phantom
gussy travellers
ravelling in sheets of smoky sea
grey/green misting of the memory gland
gathering up dead celebrity
tuning structures to our jubilee
re-creation in a vibe theatre
we're partners conducting our behaviour
for a grand flotsam revelry
dizzed up and narcotic
no doubt ; we are unreal
it is the neon hour...
i flicker
feeling the rushing of your warm system
i feel weather speed over our bodies
striping and refreshing the energy
in the oil light blinking i see you
scar beauty over the berths' landscape
you turn the body over and illuminate the eyes
you are if to say "plug back in to our shared motion"
"we could be imperishable"
"i cannot return without my inconsiderate spouse"
you brush my hand which fizzes
and i clothe my eyes
re-enter our developing potion
within our great mouths feed alike
our dual nature is a shared gratification within
Feb 2, 2023
Feb 2, 2023 at 11:47 AM UTC
And here we go again.
We're searching for an end.
A means to stop the madness,
Kicking and screaming in spite of
Everything society has to throw at us.
Unjustifiable
Punishment.
Calling all police officers,
Arrest us, if you can.
Let us go, if you will, but,
Let it be known, we will be back.
Fighting for freedom
Of opinion, speech, and looking for equality.
Rebelling against
The **** that the media throws at us.
How will we know where to go if
Everything around us is fake?
My friends, we must be critical.
Actions speak louder than words.
Send out a message across the
Seas, so that
Everyone can rise and
Say this with me...
*Everyone is beautiful, everyone deserves to be free,
if I am true to myself, then I will be truly happy.*
Dec 9, 2011
Dec 9, 2011 at 5:27 PM UTC
H e always knew she would be
E xactly as he saw dreaming of her body,
A nna was the name of his 1985
R olls Royce's of cars, a
T hunderbird
B lack, shiny, with chrome size 18
R ims, sleek black tires
E asy money he made working
A ll stopped-- he wrecked, she went to junk
K icking himself wishing he had stopped at
the stoplight
Jan 10, 2015
Jan 10, 2015 at 6:50 PM UTC
WhiTe
,
you
are a
fine colour
you are a fast
colour.youarethe
morning i found U
sleeping in slump and
polished heather with rust
gilding just the morsels O'
your canny fist of petals
who hides in splendor
ed morning's vest pr
icking up your glos
sy neck to rub you
r cheeks on the fe
lt of gorgeous b
rinded sky. U
wHitE, you
are the ve
ry lust O'
faries
you R
light
and heavy
frolicking wo
men as with th
eir skin you pain
t they stark and w
ith just their morse
ls very slightly ro
sy rouged and r
osy slightly he
aps of hips o'
roses and
heather:
URwhIte
May 10, 2011
May 10, 2011 at 9:59 AM UTC