"knicker" poems
He bluntly crucified my friend
I’ve known liars, I‘ve known thieves
I’ve seen crooked lawyers in action
I was shocked by the jurors reaction
I have study the body languages of the fibbers
Read between the lines of the tell-tales
But to concocted a preposterous but believable story
Just to feed it to the judge: That is so cold, yet so bold
I always believe in the old saying,
Only fools represent themselves in the courts of law
My heart bleeds for my dearest friend
His soul have grown weaker than elastic knicker
**Akiane Kramarik said
"No matter what happens around us, or to us, through love,
our soul reaches immortality, conquering all dimensions and all destinies**
He had bathed in the forbidden sea, where the mermaid had warn him
Not to entered:, Where the daughters of Lucifer lured kindhearted men from good homes
He builds their house near the sand, and it slowly sank
He looks out to the Atlantic Ocean,
for guidance and saw the raging waves
Then he remembers nights of unsettling dream:
He have known liars, he have known pain,
Somehow, it was hard for him to stay afloat in
the murky water I’ve known liars
I have listened to both sides:
but earlier this week the judge was so quick to chooses sides
Is this the end for my friend?
Jun 24, 2017
Jun 24, 2017 at 5:00 PM UTC
Out in the range,
Beyond all cell phone,
The peace of the valley,
The mountains around,
Where elk graze and deer run,
Where horses call home,
If I could do it,
A ranch wife I'd be.
The wind cross the hilltops,
The water below,
The cattle out grazing,
Hawk and eagle stand watch,
Fences and dirt roads,
Pastures and fields,
If I could do it,
A ranch wife I'd be.
Rainstorms and snowstorms,
Thunder and hail,
Content beneath covers,
Warm arms to hold,
Comfort me, cuddle me,
I'll be by your side,
If I could do it,
A ranch wife I'd be.
There's peace in the stillness,
There's warmth all alone,
Just two souls and hillsides,
We're never alone,
Isolation is a comfort,
Out out of reach,
If I could do it,
A ranch wife I'd be.
The barking of ranch dogs,
The mooing of cows,
The horses they knicker,
I sigh like the wind,
The bird songs and crickets,
The sounds of out here,
If I could do it,
A ranch wife I'd be.
Out in the range,
Beyond all cell phone,
The peace of the valley,
The mountains around,
Where elk graze and deer run,
Where horses call home,
If I could do it,
A ranch wife I'd be.
~A Ranch Wife I'd Be by Bethany Davis, June 7, 2014
Jun 11, 2014
Jun 11, 2014 at 4:40 AM UTC
You enter my threshold,
We conversate,
A moment of connection, a moment of the yesterday days,
The moment passes as you pull your gaze away from mine.
We ****
Not make love, not having ***
Simply **** !
All I wanted was intimacy,
To be held and loved,
All I got was detachment
Aloof and distance
Disappointment clinging to the straps of my bra as I pull them on
Shame stained on my knicker as they slide back up
Heavy is my heart
Desperate is my soul
Deflated is my spirit
You leave, and take a part of me once more
Mar 23, 2021
Mar 23, 2021 at 5:15 PM UTC
Oh to lay between your legs
smelling your hot womanhood
You lay there like a kitten
my cream now yours
Look at my love trickle as you stand
this is my love for you
white on tanned thighs
knicker changing time
Come back to bed
the wine has gone to my head
let me lay in your warmth
between your ***** perfumed pillars
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
May 21, 2014
May 21, 2014 at 10:31 AM UTC
Paper,cards and yards and yards of plastic,knicker elastic and all put there,out of the way,just waiting for the day when they'd be looked for
in the cupboard,inside the drawer,second one up from the floor,at the back with the blu tack and a collar for the cat
it's where we keep the odds and sods and bits and bobs and things we think we'll never need until we need them
and we're led,sometimes by our nose to where these items, lay in repose and heaven knows there's enough stuff here.
I see that as I peer in,to the drawer,second up from the floor and find the thing I'm looking for.
Great
but wait
there's something more
I'll put it in the second drawer
in case I'm looking for it
sometime.
Aug 30, 2013
Aug 30, 2013 at 1:25 PM UTC
Oh for reckless dreams of walking back to childhood.
Much too late, but much too soon.
Of walking over sandy shores.
Hand in hand with the love of one's life.
Once upon a life time ago, was someone's pretty little wife.
Too soon became trouble and strife.
Time went and caught her up.
Not quite enough to be ready to die.
The ****** get wet and the passion has passed.
Knicker elastic crawls over her waist.
Thrillers becoming passion killers.
And still we giggle like teenagers, a little less wriggling about.
Her tights dangle down as if there's no tomorrow.
Ageing bought nothing but truth and sorrow.
But it's not going to get me
I just won't let it.
Even tho' this stubborn old goat is a nanny.
(c ) Livvi
Feb 8, 2015
Feb 8, 2015 at 5:14 AM UTC
Dreams that make your body pop, force the show to stop, let your jaw drop and breathe them in,
my dreams are kept in a biscuit tin
and hidden in the wardrobe.
File that under miscellaneous or under the skin, subcutaneous, any information unsought, bought, is probably extraneous and that's enough of us,
It's bedtime in the suburbs, the adverts have taken the lead, the dog's flopped into his basket after having a ****** good feed,
About now I'll jump ship, skip the light fantastic,
I could dream of her knicker elastic, but they don't make that anymore
(actually they might do but what would I know?)
Friday is on the horizon
but it'll never come for those who believe that
the earth is flat.
or maybe it'll just fall into them.
Dec 7, 2017
Dec 7, 2017 at 4:38 PM UTC
THE LONG HELLO
I left my memory
in a run-down hotel
all damp patches
& peeling plaster.
Who am I?
Wish I knew!
Maybe I'm a salesman
traveling in lady's underwear.
Naw...that don't seem right!
I looked into the blur
that formed & unformed
before me
constructing in my mind's eye
a Hollywood smile
that's all stage set
nothing behind it
but...
fakily real.
She had an Art Deco heart
she wore on her sleeve
bit frayed
'round the edges.
and a laugh that lingered
like perfume.
'Hi, Petal! '
her lopsided grin
was all femme
fatale.
She spoke
in Film Noir.
I knew
the lingo.
'Remember me? '
she sighed softly
as if caressing herself
remembering me caressing her.
I sure wish I remembered it
in intimate detail.
I'm a stickler for detail.
This broad
was slim
but with curves
in all the right places
; ; ; if ya get my drift.
Her laugh was all
lightness and lavender.
'Good...good! '
she cooed.
'I see your ******** is at least
listening! '
I involuntary
covered my crotch
with both hands
as if I was naked.
I wish she was.
Her curves flowed
like very runny honey
over the back of a spoon
trickling on to the tip
of a tongue.
She was strictly
yum as in YUM!
Then she went
all Cubist on me
as if she'd been badly drawn
by that Picasso artist.
I felt like a 2-D
drawing
as she approached me
in 3-D.
My conscience found
its voice
(down behind
the back of the couch)
It wheezed and wheedled
like it was Peter Lore.
'Ouch! ' I ouched.
'Ok...ok! '
I announced in a too loud voice
'I believe I know...
....who done it! '
'It was...' I stammered.
'It was...' I stuttered.
'Cut it...Cutes! '
she snapped like knicker elastic.
'I guess we both know the score.'
She somehow contrived
allowed her dress to fall
to the floor
where it pooled at her feet
like a green silk
puddle.
'Hey has anybody told you
you look just like *** a chelli's
Birth(I burp) of Venus! '
'Cut the wise cracks Jack...
it was the drink
...done it! '
'You just had one bottle of Baileys
too many! '
'But now...it's finished...ya hear
...finshed! '
She threw the bottle
over her naked shoulder.
I listened to her
in glorious Technicolour hangover.
She poured her body
all around me
like jelly
in a mold.
'Hung over sure...but
I think I got the cure! '
Her kiss was like
the last page
of a **** good Who
...dun it!
finally falling
falling
falling
into place.
I kissed her
lovely face.
Dec 21, 2017
Dec 21, 2017 at 6:41 AM UTC