"prospected" poems
Saddle up
Gurl!
It's time
to hit the trail,
as quietly & gently
I spank the pony-
tail,
&
know,
it's how
I love you, baby..
You'll see me riding like the wind,
spurred on by our time & trials ~ that no-one got to win.
We were always mining Fools Gold & giggle indulging every sin!
Our
Poke(h)er
hands
stayed empty
&
the music's...
long since died.
Your sweet songs done,
gone & left me
(sobs)
tumbleweed rolls by
Once
we prospected forever
in this inky ol' ghost town
marking spots with X's before
a WANTED sign was found
and
One Moonshine
still
ain't big en'f 'f both of us
to get our quills thirst drowned
(hic-
cup)
"Look West,
and to the horizon,
see the stage at the edge of town?"
My last performance, PRIVATE, snigger to all the wide-eyed boys around
Ace-high, on a barebacked filly, play gallerying all my skills
I'll slap my thigh
&
Yee-haw !
riding for them there hills
~Saddled up in the softest leather
Chin up!Deep Breath!Chest out!
Corseted
& brimming,
encased in
perfume scented lace
~Bat my eyelids for the masses~
I'll find another place.
And
then you can
cut a swell down Main Street,
(remember the brothels to your right)
keep your low slung loaded though, for it's no place to start a fight
cos just outside that swing (ing) door,
the coffin maker winks at such a cheerful sight,
stood grimacing in his top hat,
grasping 13 nails
tight.
&
I'm sure
you'll measure up
darling
blowing rubied kisses
as
I bid
mine own
true-love's heart
goodnight.
***HiHO Silver,
away..........!***
Oct 12, 2012
Oct 12, 2012 at 5:33 PM UTC
A world convulsed at fallacious lies,
With a pensive reality,
And caliginous skies.
A night as dark as the depths of hell,
Malignant capabilities,
Your sinister voice I know too well.
Due to your influence,
I have become oblique.
Dreading all the words
That you speak.
Am I truly the one you seek?
Now I have prospected
and also detected
That the only way to be consummate
Is to remain idyllic, and appreciate
The taciturnity you’ve effected
I apprehended
That I should have escaped while I could
But I pretended
Like I misunderstood
That you were do good.
You insanity was cloaked by a hood.
I’m not endorsing you to deliver my downfall,
Aforementioned here, is my last stand.
Absent from reality I’ve become,
Just to plummet down this peak once more,
Due to the careless vivacity
of the fellow that is blind,
to his doings unkind.
And now, all you do is provoke
The constant fear that I have chosen
the wrong bloke.
And for this I have frozen
A friendship that was golden.
I really shouldn’t crave you
but for some reason
I can’t abdicate.
Jan 17, 2012
Jan 17, 2012 at 11:43 PM UTC
Here's another story that I just made up
That just can't wait to be told
About a weary prospector, down on his luck
That gave his life for his gold
He was way up yonder in the hills, they say
Just him and his scrappy old mule
That poor old mule didn't have no teeth
So he'd sit around the camp and drool
Now that prospector, who we'll call Jake
Was as secret as he could be
He didn't like people snooping around
So he wasn't much for company
See, Jake had been on that mountain
For nigh on twenty years
But he never did hit the mother load
With all his sweat and tears
Then, one day he decided to go fishing
A fish pulled him right in the river
He tried to hang on with all of his might
It's hard to do when you shiver
Jake looked up and was headed toward the falls
So he decided he'd better let go
When he dropped that line, he sunk like a rock
And started thrashing to and fro
Now, Jake was a real good swimmer
He was on the prospector's Olympic team
But, everytime his head went under
All he could do was scream
Now Jake had prospected his whole life
But now, he was getting pretty old
He didn't know the reason he was drowning
But his pockets were full of gold
When he figured it out, he had gold fever
And he refused to let it go
All poor old Jake could think about
Was he finally hit the mother load
See, when that old fish had ****** him in
He was dragging him on the bottom
There was gold just laying everywhere
And that's where his pockets got 'em
Poor old Jake drowned that day
Richest man in the world, I think
His old mule was standing on the bank
Drooling, as he watched him sink
They fished his body out of that river
The next morning before dawn
But they found both pockets as empty as could be
It was stolen by a leprechaun
Well, I guess it's time for me to go
I can see as I look at my clocks
But if you really wanna protect your prospector's gold
Then let me suggest Fort Knox
Feb 7, 2011
Feb 7, 2011 at 11:59 AM UTC
A still frame hangs in my mind.
A moment...
A precious timepiece...
That parted uncontested.
When my pen laid still.
My hands followed my feet.
I surrendered my name.
and rambled towards destiny
Years flew by,
My mind relaxed.
My thoughts were tired;
So I set them free.
And In my steadfast
My fleshy skin was replaced by Iron and Lead.
New found strength
prospected future glory
wayward
I rambled
carrying the ashes
of my artistic self.
In these times
I had no face.
Yet passion and sweat
gave me a name.
As I yelled it out
my passion began ablaze
Thus rose the phoenix
My mind to breath once more
to reflect
to broaden
to keep
From this I now know
that behind the mask of ordinary
The things I treasure most
Are within the fields of my control
I am the same
Yet different.
Conflict is my Nature
Cunning is my Strength
Passion is my Art.
Now I am strong enough
To bear both pen and sword
I'm back
Feb 6, 2015
Feb 6, 2015 at 4:54 AM UTC
A slip of the foot morphed into
an excruciating plummet into a void.
Before YOU know it, everyone else does
and you're bandaged up and tucked in bed
You've snowballed. It was out of your hands.
The word "Inpatient" echoes in your head
and you can't help but wonder:
"What did my parents say?"
There you are, still disoriented.
You're prospected expectations have
naturally become an escalated reality.
Now you're flooded with more
Diag-Nonsese and counterproductive
There-Rape-me spouts and handouts.
I didn't go down the road this time,
so how did I get here? Oh yes,
the ultimate phrase indeed "It's going to
get better, you just have to be patient."
Mar 15, 2018
Mar 15, 2018 at 3:49 AM UTC
A weird world it is
To capture ones feeling
Of hope
The loath of living
I prospected to give
Of what I had
Giving up my all
Yet, not dead
Here, I sign and realise
Of lives worth
And there, he lives
And moves forth
All because,
Of one sided love...
©sim
Apr 9, 2019
Apr 9, 2019 at 5:37 AM UTC
Her naked body
Always turn you on!
Her soft skins prospected love shower
Not any hone!
Her hairs to prevent your time to go any park, forest such as garden!
Because once time you'd play it by your fingure,
That time those peace gives you so much pleasure!
Her forhead makes you craved for kiss
The time you should framed those moment scared to miss!
Yeah.
Every girls want such a seemly gaitey.
She's have a dark deep eye!
There'r only place for beautiful spy!
May be is perfect place to dive
Without any rive.
Trust me it's doesn't matter you knows swimming or not!
Her eyes is only satiety for you.
That,time you realised don't need find any kind of paradise!
Because her eyes perfectly allocate to rise.
May be you don't need any wet
Her lips's enough to comfort het.
Her naked neck make you hardly, feral love
And gives you pleasure around like long rove!
Her breast make you thirst!
Not only compress nor ****
This orgnan to help act excited hardly ****
Doesn't matter are she's have a
flat stomach or fat!!
She's the only one who'r able to cover inside
Your love! Within till 9 ******
Is really good pleasure through your penes!
She steed canvas on the ground,then rises like an acrobat!
Those steed deep dark and strong,
Sometimes plop-egg, drop-egg!
Earn kudos from the eartsy folk,
Be hip --- plucky 'lay an egg!
Every months how much she's suffered to ****** pain!
Only due to blood rain!
From hip to legs make you dabbler in *** activity!
her legs gives to indicate to make a fascinating moment.
Her legs like a ride
Which could not make your emotions hide!
Jzt **** out every parts!
Think 'bout tommorow uh'll have not this type of love kart!
Her barefoot on your foot
She treads softly!
Without any costly.
Oct 9, 2018
Oct 9, 2018 at 1:38 PM UTC
I’m slowly realizing just how finite
we all are, that my days on this Earth are
numbered. but I know, too, that death is just
as impending as any other far
prospected tomorrow that I may face.
Tomorrow may come in the shell of an
Adventure; it could be the day I find
the courage to live, that I desperately
seek. Perhaps today I will find nothing
Or maybe what I look for is by now
found. Recently my days have been passing
quietly. I’ve been keeping my head down
And living life tidily, afraid to
look up and find that what I might see is
just another day quickly passing me.
But my head has been held down for too long -
I’ve been watching my feet move busily
While I should have kept my eyes on the stars
Turning slowly in seasons like the leaves
on the trees. Instead I have only watched
the slow and sickle buckle in my knees
Where have my eyes been focused as of late?
I could have sworn that ten years ago was
only a yesterday ago. Instead,
it is a recollection floating right
behind the veil of memory that has
become too transparent to really see.
Where do we draw the line between today
and tomorrow; when did the spilt blood of
then trickle into the veins of today?
Aug 1, 2014
Aug 1, 2014 at 6:25 PM UTC
I knew love was a,
Gamble.
Every word she said was so,
Humble.
I never thought my mind would, Tumble
or
I never prospected the way,
in which my heart would,
Rumble.
Either way she dropped me on a,
windy ocean like a,
Pebble.
Now i am just another rough,
Rubble,
Being rummaged to,
Disemble.
Jul 20, 2019
Jul 20, 2019 at 3:26 PM UTC