"naughtiness" poems
I love the innocence present even we are being naughty
Aug 9, 2015
Aug 9, 2015 at 6:06 PM UTC
I miss my childhood everyday
This missing increases day by day
I miss those days of happiness
which were full of joy and naughtiness
I miss my grandpa's magnificent love
I miss my grandma's food serve
I miss my village and my darling home
Now I am sad and alone
I was used to go garden daily evening
where I see the day changing
I play their with my friends
who were perfect in that and were legends
I miss stealing of mango from trees
I miss those mountainy friendly trees
I miss play of hide and seek
we hide on guava's great peak
I miss my fields and ponds
I miss that sweet smell of my lands
I miss the scolds of elders
I miss my village builders
I miss my grandpa's old shoulders
I miss my village's brave soldiers
I miss my cow's sweet milk
I miss my cranky and playful tricks
No one can return my childhood
And that hunt for fruits in woods
I have left my childhood very far
But I need life like that with no bar
I am hungry for that love of village
my hunger becomes more with age
In this world of stress and worries
I want back my childhood glories
Life is such a name
That plays with everyone, a different game
But in every game there is some hopeful ray
I miss my childhood everyday.
(27 march 2010, Lucknow)
Sep 15, 2012
Sep 15, 2012 at 6:28 PM UTC
I love the way she walks
her hips sway with *** appeal
I love the way her eyes meets everyone's in the room
she silently seduces
I love the way she speaks with authority
it radiates power
I love the way she carries herself
with poise and class and naughtiness
I love the way she smiles
she cant get away with wrinkling her nose
I love the way she loves
she dives head over heels
she always does what she does with purpose
Feb 18, 2015
Feb 18, 2015 at 7:36 PM UTC
A pretty young fille
Around her is a happy feeling
Moody and waivy
Always gossiping and charming
Emotionally high
She's a delicate darling
Dreaming and aiming high
Dedication is inherent
Working hard towards her belief
Bonded in her family
She's a wonderful fairy
Easily hurt
She must be taken care of well
She's a sweet heart
Unaffordable to lose
I must tell
Caring and naughtiness dwells in her
Innocence is what brings purity in her
Colors are what life is for her
Not to be mistaken, she's a strong heart to hear
Wall to her family
Flower to her friends
She's a butterfly within herself
Pouring your heart out is what you would feel to do
When she's making her presence all around you
Comforting you 'n making you happy
Yes my friends, all i am talking about is MY VERY OWN MITTU!
Jan 30, 2014
Jan 30, 2014 at 7:12 AM UTC
If I had an apple
i would have eaten it with her,
sitting close by,
looking eye to eye,
under the umbrella shade
of a tree, near a corn field,
with the view of a lone hill,
at the far, far end.
An ****** experience
it would have been for us,
turned on by her eyes
a bite I would take from the apple,
then, it's her turn
as soon as she does that
I would ****** it from her, once again,
tasting her saliva on it
would electrify my tongue,
and evoke distant animal past.
Green corns sway desirous
in the playful naughtiness of the wind,
slowly proximity works, as the worst intoxicant.
By and by nature's prompt,
gets in to our blood streams.
She would get bold, sensing
that lonely spot's intent,
slowly remove her jacket first
then one by one, the rest,
standing before me naked,
sensuality personified.
*I am an illogically crazy wind,
swooping, over the water: her.
I'd repeatedly blow over her,
till she uncontrollably erupts*
she has eaten from my apple,
I've tasted hers;
without deceit or evil, we indulge,
and partake the gifts we within hold.
Jul 27, 2012
Jul 27, 2012 at 3:43 PM UTC
newspaper headlines emitting fear and news channels repeating the same
informative slogans they used last week, with promises to always update the public on the ever-continuing War in the East, never to hide any event or withhold information about that death on ___ street.
and they hold true, giving the name of the killer and hastily adding the fact that the murderer, aged 32, is muslim
but then, when advising the public about current naughtiness, the family whose car was bombed in yemen isn't included as part of the list. or it is, but bomber, 23, is only bomber, 23, not christian, jewish or athiest bomber, 23.
May 23, 2015
May 23, 2015 at 1:05 PM UTC
"I think ***** may be a tragic hero,"
A student said,
"Linda tells her boys he is an average man,
And it's time for average men to be attended.
That he gets up and goes to work each day
Is enough to make him a hero."
We listen in the darkened room,
Breaking to think our thoughts aloud
Before we dive back into the pool
Of Loman miseries:
The braggart wearing down,
The cringing rage against
The darning of socks,
Silken stocking memories,
Naughtiness recapitulated.
And sons spinning round
The vortex edge,
Wondering whether
To bail or pledge....
The stage is growing dark,
The audience darker,
Receding from bright memories,
Nobility's idyllic days denied,
Nothing left but the emptiness of pride.
Accepting brassiness and braggadocio,
We lean, breathless beneath skyscrapers,
Accepting commission-only pay,
The emptiness of false news,
And mediocre heroes.
"Boys! The woods are burning!
Can't you understand?
There's a big blaze going all around!"
But no one understands.
We are all dreamers,
Hoping America makes us great again,
Wishing to live the Salesman's life,
Willing to leave Plan B hidden
Behind the fusebox for now...
If only hope remains,
If only champagne wishes,
Caviar dreams besot us in our schemes.
"Nobody dast blame this man!"
Says Charlie, and he is right.
It's tough being out there
Living on a wing and a prayer,
Promising the moon,
Promised the moon,
Age coming on,
No seeds planted,
No sun to shine
On what's left
Of the garden....
A little salary,
A smile,
A shoeshine,
Cannot suffice.
Believing dreams that lie
Is no reason to live;
Seeing the blue sky alone
Is no reason,
If there's nothing to own,
And no place to call home.
Mar 13, 2017
Mar 13, 2017 at 4:20 PM UTC
Walking through the twisted paths of life
No one knows what our destiny would be
Leaving a few just to meet new people here
This is how you begin your college life
Peer pressure of studies enters into your life
But try to feel this on the right time
Text books aside and you start enjoying here
This marks the essence of your college life
Teachers with changed masks to explain life
No doubt only a few get ready to listen
The cruel fine policy and crazy test sessions
This is the dark side of your college life
Roars, giggles and laughs penetrate into life
You realize that tears are also to be shared
You fight, play and compete with each other
This is the change introduced by college life
Don’t forget the memories installed in your life
Everything would get engraved till you leave
Maturity fused with naughtiness, you will find…
This is what makes you love your college life
“Every beginning has an end”; is the law of life
How would you feel when you will depart?
Confused emotions of happiness mixed with sorrow
This is how you detach yourself from college life
Sep 26, 2010
Sep 26, 2010 at 1:24 AM UTC
Oh the excitement I just can't keep it in
Pick up a colleagues phone they shouldn't have left alone
So random text a stranger to share my inner glee
"I've killed your wife ! Cleaned up the blood the bodies in my trunk"
"I'll be round in half an hour to pick you up"
" I'll stop for gas on the way, I'm really running low"
"Bring a ***** and help me dig the hole"
"Remember next week dude you have to do mine"
Jan 4, 2013
Jan 4, 2013 at 7:52 AM UTC
You walk in,
laughing like
melting cheese.
Blossoming the
air, red as a
sinner’s dying
will. I would want
to kiss the naughtiness
on your lips.
I start gigeling,
even though it’s
bitter inside.
You know I’ll always
happy your happiness.
Just so we can
smile together.
Jul 21, 2010
Jul 21, 2010 at 1:36 PM UTC
*
MY head wants me to live
My heart wants me to LOVE
Such are the inner conflict of TIME
Ultimately I let go - such is your POWER of LOVE
And I let myself float in YOUR inner-SOUL
I am a feather in your breeze
Flying, soaring, twisting, twirling
Within your inner COSMIC womb
I let go and let myself tumble
I am a child - YOUR child of LOVE
Somersault, tumble, get up & smile
I let go and let myself wander
I am a wanderer, in your wanderlust
I am lost in your - deep ocean & forest...
I let go and let myself dissolve
I am drowned, dissolved in YOUR being
Soaked, drenched, disappeared within YOU
I let go and let YOUR LOVE evoke
My insatiable desires of LOVE
There is a thunder-storm within me
YOU have successfully ignited
With your illuminating eyes of LOVE-soul
Your LOVE catches the edges of my eyes
And drops down like dew on your flower petals
What else I need in life than YOU?
Only if YOU are with me
I will be completely fine
WE WILL BE "COMPLETE"
What else I want in life?
YOU- your existence besides me
That is what I was born to seek - !
YOU always share only little bit of YOU
With your cryptic notes
To keep me engaged in a guessing game
YOU enjoy my plight in your LOVE-longing pain
YOUR naughtiness is going to **** me one day
Do not let our time of LOVE run out
I am trying my best
I am spinning the whole galaxy
With the power of your LOVE
Yesterday night, you came,
And did not let go of me
Everyday YOU leave your whispers
And scent around me
But when I open my eyes - you are gone
LOVE without YOU is no life to live at all
How will the rainbow breathe LOVE colors
Without our eternal LOVE?
How will the flowers adorn LOVE colors
Without our TRUE PURE LOVE?
How will anyone live without colors?
Oh...has anyone seen DEAD colors?
Life without LOVE is just like
Seeing dead colors around us
The colors we see everyday
Without LOVE in our heart
Those colors do not carry
The ONE SOUL we share
with OUR LOVE colors
*
Oct 23, 2018
Oct 23, 2018 at 11:55 PM UTC
Part I
Windows flung open and the breeze stirs
The yellowed muslin curtains
And on the windowsill lies our precious Feline Beauty
As she basks in the warm sunshine
Birds warble and chirp as if to sing her to sleep
The rest of the cats are out walking on the sandy shore
Playfully they pounce on sand covered sticks and palm leaves
And sweetly play the hours away
Later on in the evening they come
Up to the house for their long sought meal
Little noses eagerly waiting for the dish to be set on the floor
And little cries escape "Meow"
Pretty soon it's bedtime
And the naughtiness begins
Spools of thread unraveled
And the rest swing on the blinds
~Marian~
Mar 10, 2013
Mar 10, 2013 at 8:54 PM UTC
We are drinking over the sea, under the sky
Oh, no magic while I'm gone
It is what it is
It was what it was
Are you drunk enough to say I love you?
Trying to escape from them
And have some fun with one-day friends
He says "I will take you home"
But I want to be free
I'm tired of captivity
I was searching for you so long. Only for you
You could take me anywhere you want
And I know that you will take me where there is people and merry-making
Take me there, shining here
We are drinking over the sea, under the sky
Oh, no magic while I'm gone
It is what it is
It was what it was
Are you drunk enough to say I love you?
Do you wanna be my savior tonight?
Save me from my mad papi
Naughtiness is our queen
We don't want to get bored never and ever
We are drinking over the sea, under the sky
Oh, no magic while I'm gone
It is what it is
It was what it was
Are you drunk enough to say I love you?
Today we will get drunk in the old bar
Tomorrow in the lonely hovel
Let's start everything from the start
Today we will get drunk in the old bar
Tomorrow in the lonely hovel
Today we will get drunk in the old bar
Tomorrow in the lonely hovel
Let's start everything from the start
Today we will get drunk in the old bar
Tomorrow in the lonely hovel
We are drinking over the sea, under the sky
Oh, no magic while I'm gone
It is what it is
It was what it was
Are you drunk enough to say I love you?
We are drinking over the sea, under the sky
Oh, no magic while I'm gone
It is what it is
It was what it was
Are you drunk enough to say I love you?
Jan 5, 2014
Jan 5, 2014 at 8:38 AM UTC
skies, that are the color
of the water left behind,
after doing the dishes.
clouds, that are so hope-
lessly pathetic. they hang
there; kinda doing their own
thing.
kisses, that are so full of
passion, and fill the space
of a thousand words.
no grief. just understanding.
understanding that makes your
lips sore.
raincoats, that look poetic.
unbuttoned, and collars flapping
limply. rainy days do no justice.
red raincoats, and dreams of
naughtiness.
cigarettes, smoked to the end.
an orange flame, in the darkness.
leaning against the wall; a careful
posture that's been practiced, and
eventually mastered.
roses, with thorns cut off
with a pair of kitchen scissors.
shaking hands, and nervous smiles.
poetry written on napkins, delivered
with blatant awkwardness. a messy scrawl
with black biro; words that say much more
than a mouth could.
Nov 11, 2017
Nov 11, 2017 at 2:18 AM UTC
Why is it that you have become less and less like me,
When happiness was what we used to glean.
Why is it that you like to live a routine,
When all we dreamed was The Paradise green.
Why is it that the child that yearns is suppressed in,
When living with him was like being a King.
Why is it that the-fear-of-unknown rooted deep within,
When exploring wilderness was the best thing.
Why is it that naughtiness, A relic of the past,
When dripping with it was our only task.
Why is it that other’s verdict your stand-fast,
When gripping criticism was like hearing Basque.
Why is it that time has become such a precious thing,
When passing it with me was the only dream.
Why is it that future has become an important thing,
When living in our present was our only theme.
Why is it that you need to take out time for fun,
When joying was the only thing we began.
Why is it that you have started to plan a run,
When planing a thing was considered a pun.
I am waiting here for you to call,
A chance perhaps to live it all.
The Paradise we made is still serene,
When you feel like it, just give me a ring.
I will always be here for you to call
With a hope that you will break the-grownup-fall.
Jun 13, 2013
Jun 13, 2013 at 9:56 AM UTC
Just a little prankster,
what harm can fire do?
Burning like a mountain top
must have the avian flu.
Why do'st thou sigh so loudly,
in streets to clear and broad
why do you hate the anglewoods
whose math is great and odd?
Oh jeezy miss Givens
whatever will they say
when they find out all the naughtiness
discovered on rainy days?
Wet and grey like mutt-pups
soggy like the news,
however can I cry
if she won't sing the blues?
Jun 9, 2012
Jun 9, 2012 at 9:52 PM UTC
Your Amazing Eyes
Are Just Killing Me Inside
How Beautiful you are
In my eyes!
The naughtiness in your smile,
That strength in your stare
You Sweet Heart
I just can't handle the beauty that you have
all these reasons and more,
Why I love you so much....
May 4, 2013
May 4, 2013 at 9:47 AM UTC
I'm just exploring the possibilty of
giving something more of me.
A little bit of naughtiness,
so rich, but rarely seen.
A darker side.
*My wild
devil
she.*
SO
if,
upon her
RED lettered
voyeuristic discovery
therell be gasping punctuation
(it's written, mostly, on bended knees)
& s p r e a d i n g the words out
on naked sheets ~ it's all for the tempted ~ eyes to see
<3
Should you wish to
Would you wish (too)
Could you?
;)
Come With Me
***
Jun 13, 2012
Jun 13, 2012 at 5:59 PM UTC
I love you son
from the bottom of my heart
This I have done
from the very start
From the day you were born
you turned my world
upside down
A little ball of energy
always running round
Your lashes long
Your eyes so blue
Your hair golden ringlets
How could I not
love you
Sometimes you'd walk
round with a blanket
over your head
And I would read you stories
when I tucked you into bed
There were also
tantrums
and
naughtiness
that comes when you are young
And on some of these occasions
you got a smack on your
***
Then one day
we became a family of 5
Where we lived was wonderful
it made you feel alive
You kids could
swim
camp
even climb the old oak tree
Occasionally you'd fall
and get a scrape or two
on your knee
We'd spend hours walking
at The Roleypools
That's all our favourite place
It really was a wonderful sight
to see the smiles
on your face
We also did star gazing
through the binoculars
at the moon
You kids grew up so fast
the time past to soon
One day I came home
to find a young lady
sitting
on the lounge room chair
So shy and so quiet
you'd hardly know that she was there
Slowly she's opened up to us
and come out of her shell
Be coming part of our family
this she has done well
Our son at Araluen
proposed down on one knee
She graciously excepted
her face glowing with glee
Now they live in a place
of their own
walking distance from the sea
Happily just the two of them
and their pussycat
Libby
Jan 27, 2018
Jan 27, 2018 at 11:13 PM UTC
All are not born with same talent wide
So are looked upon badly, get chide
Without any mistake they stride
Trying to overcome aversion and pride.
Such children are made stand at curbside
And never in limelight nor can they decide
Where to win or verve or vigor or hide.
Such a boy is Neelraj, whom I too cried
Bad words and treatment. Later I sighed
In his support who was naughty and vied
For excellence in his behavior to ride
The position he not aspired for in pride.
Hence again I like to say – Never divide
Children in class and creed; nor deride
Them for what they not had spied.
Neelraj’s naughtiness and mischief can be dried
Into obedience, respect and duty; not to snide.
Aug 12, 2017
Aug 12, 2017 at 11:21 PM UTC
Mulled wine is fine to rhyme
Gingerbread lattes are not.
Custom t-shirts are coming through the mail
But look faintly ridiculous that n females
Wrapping paper and cards
Soft flakes of charred
Candle wicks
Flick
Er.
Ministers minister
Naughtiness is sinister
Tree s go up and needles go down
The outside comes in the chimney
Merriment, capitalisms
Food banks, homeless kitchens
The brave are all swimming in the sea.
Not for me
Dec 12, 2015
Dec 12, 2015 at 8:37 AM UTC
We haven't ever met yet,
Deep in hearts we have.
I'm missing playfulness,
I miss you pinching me.
I'm missing your laugh,
I miss that tickling you.
I'm missing the shyness,
I miss your naughtiness.
We haven't touched yet,
Already I am missing it.
Mar 7, 2014
Mar 7, 2014 at 1:16 AM UTC
The heat of summer sizzles
to seek the embers of the heart
to nurse and nurture those feelings that rise
and burst-star flung into distant galaxies
dense, crisp memories of the past
where poems fizzle and burn
through the summer solstice
until we arrive star struck
at Valentines Day. Warm and delicate.
Who now,
waits to hear those succinct words
that untangle all the years waiting
into a warm embrace, naked in naughtiness?
Roses. Flowers. Chocolates.Kisses
Symbolic of deep red lust in scented secret gardens
where the dark chocolate, lies licked and limp
until the kisses awake the senses.
You are special
and Everything.
Its the day of eternities compressed
and solidified in a moment
which we share together
to look forward to anothers years waiting!
Begin today.
Author Notes
Valentines Day!
© Marshall Gass. All rights reserved.
Apr 19, 2014
Apr 19, 2014 at 1:40 AM UTC