"pash" poems
it is funny, you will be dead some day.
By you the mouth hair eyes,and i mean
the unique and nervously obscene
need;it’s funny. They will all be dead
knead of lustfulhunched deeplytoplay
lips and stare the gross fuzzy-pash
—dead—and the dark gold delicately smash….
grass,and the stars,of my shoulder in stead.
It is a funny,thing. And you will be
and i and all the days and nights that matter
knocked by sun moon jabbed ****** with ecstasy
….tremble (not knowing how much better
than me will you like the rain’s face and
the rich improbable hands of the Wind)
69.5k
Here is the girl's head like an exhumed gourd.
Oval-faced, prune-skinned, prune-stones for teeth.
They unswaddled the wet fern of her hair
And made an exhibition of its coil,
Let the air at her leathery beauty.
Pash of tallow, perishable treasure:
Her broken nose is dark as a turf clod,
Her eyeholes blank as pools in the old workings.
Diodorus Siculus confessed
His gradual ease with the likes of this:
Murdered, forgotten, nameless, terrible
Beheaded girl, outstaring axe
And beatification, outstaring
What had begun to feel like reverence.
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For any time the urge to wring
an autumn gourd, this one's the thing
Smashing pumpkins, not so nice
but Butternut Squash, an honest vice
Long and beige, hard and smooth
you'd never guess it's power to sooth
that underneath the toughest skin
is meat like pumpkin, seeds within
A steamy bisque for autumn's chill,
peel and chop them as you will
Dump them into four cups broth*
add apple, pear, or applesauce
a cup or two will do just fine
and while you stand there, have some wine!
sautee onions, a cup and a half
dump them in and cry or laugh
and now to add your seasoning stuff
cumin, curry, nutmeg, Fluff
hold the Fluff, that ain't the truth
best to pull that old sweet tooth
Bisque is savory, better than sweet
warms the cockles, heart to feet
save your sweets for pumpkin pie
the after-apple of your eye
Back to seasonings, see above
a quarter teaspoon, more with love
I add pepper and take a gander
some folks call for coriander
heat the whole thing to a boil
for me, my crock pot's always loyal
crock at high, about four hours
or low for six, and bring some flowers!
And now I'll play a little game
change my words to mean the same
if cook is butter and ****** is squash
then butter dat ****** and ****** dat gnosh
when you're hungry, under the wudder
ain't nuttin' better 'en butternut chudder
add some cream and squash your mash
mash your squash and whip your pash
I used a blender to make it creamy
cooked it down, so thick and steamy
add some butter, parsley's fine
butternut bisque with bread and wine!
Ahhhh!!!!!
*chicken broth
Nov 4, 2013
Nov 4, 2013 at 6:51 PM UTC
For any time the urge to wring
an autumn gourd, this one's the thing
Smashing pumpkins, not so nice
but Butternut Squash, an honest vice
Long and beige, hard and smooth
you'd never guess it's power to sooth
that underneath the toughest skin
is meat like pumpkin, seeds within
A steamy bisque for autumn's chill,
peel and chop them as you will
Dump them into four cups broth*
add apple, pear, or applesauce
a cup or two will do just fine
and while you stand there, have some wine!
sautee onions, a cup and a half
dump them in and cry or laugh
and now to add your seasoning stuff
cumin, curry, nutmeg, Fluff
hold the Fluff, that ain't the truth
best to pull that old sweet tooth
Bisque is savory, better than sweet
warms the cockles, heart to feet
save your sweets for pumpkin pie
the after-apple of your eye
Back to seasonings, see above
a quarter teaspoon, more with love
I add pepper and take a gander
some folks call for coriander
heat the whole thing to a boil
for me, my crock pot's always loyal
crock at high, about four hours
or low for six, and bring some flowers!
And now I'll play a little game
change my words to mean the same
if cook is butter and ****** is squash
then butter dat ****** and ****** dat gnosh
when you're hungry, under the wudder
ain't nuttin' better 'en butternut chudder
add some cream and squash your mash
mash your squash and whip your pash
I used a blender to make it creamy
cooked it down, so thick and steamy
add some butter, parsley's fine
butternut bisque with bread and wine!
Ahhhh!!!!!
*chicken broth
Nov 2, 2015
Nov 2, 2015 at 10:12 AM UTC
What a breath of fresh air
Seeing you once again
Your company is always welcome
So good to befriend you love
I sure can use your comfort
Your elegant, powerhouse vibe
Quenches my lonely soul
I am in need of you
Its been such a long time
Since our dear minds floated
In a milieu of ignited joy
I have combed the vicinity
From the periphery of the night
Til the nascency of the sun
Close by and far about,
To cross your seraphic path
Once again, here we are...
So come take a walk with me
Let us prance along the lake
Dash through spring's leaves
Exalting each other's presence
Let us dance in airborne circles
Together, as inseparable canaries
My thoughts of you
With that celestial killer smile
Your dazzling eyes of pensiveness
That touch of sweet caress
Is strongly needed in my life
Spending time with you
Is truly like no other
My adulation for you
Is passionately unspoken
This pash I have for you
Has kindled as we bonded
There is honestly no way
I'm letting you go
No more, never again
So take my hand
Slowly spin with me
Into love's unknown
Together forever.
©Michael P. Smith
Mar 14, 2013
Mar 14, 2013 at 4:03 AM UTC
I toss and turn
As the demons of nightmares
Keep me wide awake
My eyes burn to close,
To rest
But yet i am afraid if the reality
Behind closed lids.
Dreams of darkness and evil
That never rest.
They haunt me every night,
Creeping and scaring,
Keeping me wide awake,
Afraid to hit the stage of real magic
Of evil powers and ghosts of the pash.
I stay alive in this world
So not to go to the one
In which I belong.
Jan 23, 2011
Jan 23, 2011 at 4:16 AM UTC
Conversing lover's tongue - I may neglect
to discourse plainly love, beheld and true
as noted oft; when sultry day's effect
and wine that doused your play could not outdo.
Bereft none, ardent lust transcends accent
if measure need be - time my other speech;
the pash upon your jewel I've descent,
until in tone you've pled for deeper breach.
If still unwise - let know I've curbed cascades
tho' early tidal swells have raised herein
it's flow are liquid signs that love pervades!
That then have gushed to honor you therein.
So swim my words of love within your womb
and find that home, so say my love in bloom.
Aug 28, 2018
Aug 28, 2018 at 4:08 AM UTC
on the steps of an old house sits a bright boy
(his hands are full of sleeping and flowers are)
he is in the summer a bit and there he is
sitting a bright boy on pale steps with his hands
full of sleeping and flowers are carefully and
he plucks each from and each from he plucks
their petals on the old steps of a house in
the hot pash of sunlight sits a bright boy, who
Dec 1, 2012
Dec 1, 2012 at 1:38 AM UTC
I think--mystery (doyou?) more unrigidly
suppose waters sweet and waters salt
mingle in kissing and shall they make?
founding all kiss
all feel
stomach and rib?
and suppose god, do you think?
rib and loving, for i care
and give again in exchange
my side to part
my bone to pare
and for but only that: kiss
nights sweat pash
skin and skin and skin
(all nice. all lovely. all
clothed in unique mysterious
beguiling)
ankle and calf
breast and stem
for this i infer something perfect
(i less)
and think,
therefore,
kiss
Sep 24, 2012
Sep 24, 2012 at 10:59 PM UTC
Let's blow away all our cash
So the stars can look like home
And we can feel the water flow
Over goosebumps from each pash
And the cans that hit below
-tdf
Sep 5, 2013
Sep 5, 2013 at 8:51 AM UTC
*We dance our way for romance
I am delightful when I put my arms around you and touch your hands
I get a tingley feeling up my spine
My love to you is kind
I can't describe it, it has to be tried
I said to her:
"This is an invite
to the dance this Saturday
at the Grand Hall Ball
Please accept and be my charm"
When I caress you
I touch your heart
with my gentle hands
'n make it start
Love me for who I am
cause I am joyful and full of love
She accepted my offer and off we go
Suddenly the emotions are in the air
All around us without despair
Twirl and turn like a doll
She danced to the music once for all
I said: "Please close your eyes for this dance
Grab my hands n' put your feet on my toes"
She replied:
"Show me you care,
show me your concern
Show me you're there on return
Because you are my sorrow
not my hate"
"She thought"
Better take the ring now before its too late
She jumped on me n' took the box
It had a diamond ring
She said: "Ahhhhhh!!!"
Then climbed up to me n' gave me a kiss
One on my cheek 'n one on my lips
That day was right
the kiss tasted like
chocolate ganache
Filled with pash,
marshmallows and turkish delight
---
We love being loved,
We dance our way for romance*
Oct 21, 2014
Oct 21, 2014 at 4:17 PM UTC
I want you but then I don't
I Love you but then I.......
Wont lie
I'll never stop loving you
Not even when I "stop" loving you
A garboil frenzy stirred up in me
From our first encounter
You shot my guarded with ten feet brick walls heart down
Exposed me to something new
The more nights I spent on the phone with you
The more my feelings grew
Don't let me physically see you
That's a different story all on its own!
One deserving its own poem.
Hey, I'm just being honest
We're all grown!
But anyway
You've got me swaying to your beat with your harmonious words and graceful flow
Dazed and paralyzed from my curly haired head to my pedicured toes
With this infatuation for you
Wait nah, even though this is new
I know it's more then pash puppy love
This is real
We are real
No matter how many times I push away
My feelings will never budge, or stray.
We're not together yet and that's fine
Cause you don't know it yet
But you're already mine.
My days are focused with serving Jehovah with my whole heart and ability
The end of this system is coming fast
So i make sure to walk in the right path
Continuing to always please him in his eyes
But Jehovah knows my other inner desires
He knows how I want to share my days with a lifelong partner
Title me passion *****
Love burns my fire
We were built with abounding emotions
A longing to share our tender affections with another person
And I'm no different, almost ready for that serious commitment
To share my world with an outstanding christian witness
You fit that description..
So with his blessings my dream will come true
And with his blessings that person will
One day be you
Jun 25, 2014
Jun 25, 2014 at 10:18 AM UTC
my alive:
this awakeness seems to breathe
of being close through skin
to heart and muscles
singing softly stroked
by peach parted
over pit stinging;
the gross and fuzzy pash
bristles and bur
catching on roughness of
lip:
has two eyes
completing after darkness
hair in pale perfusion,
lipping with flowers
curled in mounded heap;
whose breaking sound
(star startled)
shook with saliva
–throat can't
but to
unkeep
Dec 6, 2015
Dec 6, 2015 at 1:57 PM UTC