"nepomuceno" poems
Hey there, little light bulb.
Look beneath your sunny glow.
There lie a dozen empty flower pots
filled with seeds waiting to grow.
Hey there, little light bulb.
Stay lit, please don't turn off.
You're the life of the empty flower pots
and for their seeds you're warm enough.
Hey there little light bulb.
You've got quite a job to do.
Give those seedlings energy
and bring plants to life anew.
Hey there, little light bulb,
did you see that little sprout?
It's because of your great energy
that this sprout could come on out.
Hey there, little light bulb,
be proud of what you've done.
You've made the first sprouts rise
and their journey's just begun.
Hey there, little light bulb.
I know you're getting tired,
but look at all the growing plants!
It's something to be admired.
Hey there, little light bulb.
I'm sad you died today,
but in place of your sweet energy
are a thousand trees to stay.
By: Kevin Kurt Nepomuceno
Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 6:12 PM UTC
As I sip succulent absinthe
from the mouth of a cyan sea,
I succumb to a seductive grin
and sell my soul to thee.
There it is, a dappled smirk,
on your sinful lips as well,
and now that you are willing,
we have a tangled tale to tell.
Come now my sweet euphoria.
Caress me in your kiss.
Send me a twisted alibi
and wrap me in utter bliss.
I am the tainted murmur,
I am the nimbus quick,
and as one, we are miasma,
to the sickest of the sick.
Your skin a sweet oasis,
my hands a greedy verve,
the sense of touch engulfs us,
and we muster up the nerve.
No couple more visurient,
none filled with more desire,
no passion burning brighter
than that which we perspire.
We slow from our nirvana,
and slumber into mist,
dreaming of how it all began
with one etherial kiss.
By: Kevin Kurt Nepomuceno
Aug 16, 2014
Aug 16, 2014 at 9:34 PM UTC