"smoothe" poems
Some gulp,
others sip.
So much lovely variety
to the lip.
Many the blend,
together wedged -
some smoothe to the tongue,
others hard edged.
As we do differ -
so doth the taste.
Without that difference,
too much waste.
Variety rules!
Husband or wife,
water or whisky -
contrast is life.
Jun 3, 2016
Jun 3, 2016 at 3:10 AM UTC
She asked: "if your personality was a beverage, what would it be?"
"Well..." I said.
"it'd be smoothe going down. Or at least I like to think so.
It'd be sweet. But,
You know how there's like two types of sweet?
There's like the fruity sour, tangy, bright, sugar sweet?
And there's the malty, caramelly, chocolate, foggy sweet?
It'd be later kind of sweet.
It has a certain childish joy too it.
An optimisim, a simpleness,
like... chocolate milk.
But it has a punch.
And it isn't all, childish, it's also
Responsible,
Protective,
Passionate,
Bold,
Loving,
Hard,
Strong hearted,
Mature, like...
...Whiskey.
I'm like... Whiskey Chocolate Milk."
May 18, 2015
May 18, 2015 at 4:17 PM UTC
Rat a tat , tap on a desk
Pentip raps and the beat is my heart in
my chest
Stuck sitting
I can't stand it
If writers were criminals you'd catch me
redhanded
Words smoothe like red silk and silky
black.velvet
Syllables Spilling from my lips and sounding
like sanskrit
Wrote this
just.to say that I could write it
But it doesn't Set my heart on fire because
empty words can't
ignite it
been about a dozen.days since my pen has touched a page
Thought I had a message to.send but I.don't have much to.say
Apr 24, 2012
Apr 24, 2012 at 11:29 PM UTC
Dim the lights
let me melt in
passion's night.
Let you spread
webs of silky veils
to blind my eyes.
Take my fingers,
let them trace as
braille the skin of
your body contours.
Smoothe its patina
caress, mould it.
Permeate my senses
guide my travel over
your uncharted map,
voyage ****** terrain:
each inch of you
touched, surveyed
as new routes
are found, explored,
landmarks followed.
Close your eyes
feel the search
of my tender hands
through the darkness
of a night without end.
Expose your
beauteous body
contours, curves
soft swell of *******
arched thigh cleavage
cleft half moon peaches
lead me to a fern veiled vale
to secret gorge spread wide,
steer my roused questor up
the mount of Venus’ cleft,
to plunge pulsating adown
slippery labile slopes into
clasps of foaming depths.
Tobias
Oct 21, 2018
Oct 21, 2018 at 7:54 AM UTC
In the beginning there was truth, unhindered and un-splintered
obvious and obviously good, remember?
then entered a serpent who'd had his ego injured
he spoke words more smoothe and sly than eve's ears had ever heard
Speak Truth!
Since then the disharmony is harmin me
dissonance is dissin me in totality
breakin me apart my heart is split into
two - count em two- duality
******* the vitality right outta me
leaving me wounded and without a dynamic melody to sing in metaphysical reality
It's not just a fable see-
they're trying to change me, chain me
trying to tame me, train me
I AM BEING DOMESTICATED.
I am being transformed from the true but hated
into the shallow form of the antiquated
into little mix and match mutt, play nice, look better than ever, half true whole lie
source of more than a little disturbing shoe leather
I AM BEING WALKED ON.
I AM DONE.
Jan 16, 2013
Jan 16, 2013 at 2:40 PM UTC
I am
breathless.
wordless.
my eyes attempt to take in
every little piece
of you.
They trace your edges.
Test them.
Dip into the shadows that your head
tilted down in shyness, nervousness, uncertainty mixed with certainty
casts across your neck
The ones that fade out as they reach for your chest
the same way i want to reach out and touch you
slide my hands gently across your skin
kiss you in places that i never think I'd think to kiss you in
places i never imagined would curve so enticingly the way they did
I want arms
long enough to
reach out and pull you to me
until we share a
single
smoothe
edge.
I want you to
curve to my shape
I want to BE touched
and that fine line
is one I want you to brush your fingertips over
I'd relive it for pieces of forever.
Jan 29, 2013
Jan 29, 2013 at 3:29 PM UTC
It's night.
and nimbly
she - well not quite dances.
But entrances me.
My mind fumbles.
It's spinning.
There is
music there.
it emanates from her body in
Neon notes.
They free float.
It's a smoothe picture to swallow.
But they are stuck in my throat.
(like my wordless hope
that she'll lean in,
halt her dance,
just long enough to press her lips
to mine)
she resonates with every note and
she dances like the silkiest spoken
word.
Limbs
sway
she makes
day
break
Stealing the color
of neon skies
Fluid in her every stroke
the same electric blues,reflecting in her eyes,
Her gaze set fire to my haze,
Struck a chord inside my chest,
the note somehow complementing
the delicate sway of her hips.
her lips, where the tip of my tongue could only dare to caress
May 24, 2012
May 24, 2012 at 10:49 PM UTC
They said i was a **** but im not see
they said i was naughty but thats not me
they said i was smoothe like im watery
but im not cause im nautically inept
i'd drown if i tried to swim in watery depths
stickin to the shallows where the minnows are kept
cause i cant trust the captain when im wearing the hat
worried bout the undertow and the way that it swept me out
im not sure what will come to pass but my compass will get me out
its late, but its gonna be early soon, ill start watching morning stars
and stop getting distracted by the reflection of the moon
waves like to slap me in the face, it might not be courteous
but its the cultural pace, its rude, values are lost and the truth
is sinking to the bottom of the trench, spit on and forgotten in the deepest end
Nov 16, 2013
Nov 16, 2013 at 11:40 AM UTC
He is above understanding altogether.He is the greatest mesmer. Always. Ever. A mystery. Above rationality by countless staircases. Square on the ground but floating and flying. In front of me. Behind me. Adjacent and in between. In places that don't even exist. A single thing. Higher and greater than the highest and greatest. He made himself lowest for the low and the nameless. Making many a face for many a faceless man. Changing the unchangeable by changing into human skin. His name is Jesus. He is the illuminating dark.He is praised by songs that don't even come from lips. He speaks the language of the universe.After all the universe is language. Likely in verses. "Let there be light" he spoke the words and they were. The universe is language and it's speaking simultaneously. I am drowning in him, not even wanting to breathe, sliding fluidly through a 3D crystal sea that seems to breathe. Surrounded as far as the eye can see, farther than the edge of my dreams. It is kissing me awake and madly maddening me to sleep. He is looking at me lovingly. They are romancing me. A sea of black boxes. Black boxes the colors of rainbows. Thick and smoothe like molten marshmallow, flowing overhead and underfoot, i am begging to be ambushed by their undertow. Square and solid black boxes that flow,like two synchronized streams, in velvet synchronicity, a marriage of both extremes, This is paradox in reality. I am pleading to be painted oblivious but i don't know, maybe i am jaded by invisible star-songs, not even knowing I've spent my life humming along. I'm lost in the knowledge that i do not know. Letting my spirit marvel breathlessly at the breathtaking beauty of my soul. This is the universe. Un-understood and undeniable.
Mar 10, 2012
Mar 10, 2012 at 5:28 PM UTC
*STRINGS & SYMMETRY - JIMI & RAINBOWS
India Pale Ale nestled comfortably
in one hand,
Pilot G-2 .05 rested anxiously in the other.
The ale went down
like it was the end of the day-
smoothe, cold
and tasted like more.
The pen just looked at me,
daring me to let it
caress this page,
spread its inky passion
like the rainbow of colors
Jimi created with his guitar.
ooooo
It reminds me of recent conversations
with Brian Greene
about strings, resonance
and vibration;
about the make up of the universe
and the meaning of symmetry.
Conversations about the harmonics
of Calabi-Yau shapes,
expecially as multi-dimensional
expressions of gravity,
time and space.
ooooo
But I think
if you want to really understand
the elegance of the universe;
feel the fabric of the cosmos
and its loops of energy,
then you have to listen as
the stretching of Jimi's guitar strings
vibrate, bend and fold.
Jimi created rainbows
when he played.
And what are rainbows
but vibrating color in various shapes.
These colors, escaping his guitar
and melting into the vastness of space.
ooooo
Some say Jimi was an alien.
He stayed awhile
but then slipped out again
into the 9th dimension.
But I think
he emerged from the resonance
in a Calabi-Yau hole of infinity
found in the notes of "9 to the Universe".
He then disappeared in the rhythym
of flaming color arising out from
"Voodoo Chile (Slight Return)".
ooooo
Jimi would pick those strings
at Planck length speed
causing flames to leap
and go higher,
igniting the universe
with vibrations of blues
and riotous laughter.
Jimi knew how to fly
and amuse.
He knew how to laugh
and play jokes
on the universe!
He would make us smile,
keep time with our feet,
and 'kiss the sky'.
ooooo
Finishing up the last of the Pale Ale,
putting down the Pilot pen,
I am ready to seek rainbows
and listen to the universe sing.
Aztec Warrior 1.28.16 (re-worked)*
Jan 28, 2016
Jan 28, 2016 at 10:19 PM UTC
Time seems to drift off listlessly, almost endlessly, almost ending, in one smoothe uncertain movement.
i lower my gaze to realize that the warmth that spreads down my legs is my own blood, draining from my veins. In a softly lapping waterfall stained beautifully crimson. Take in the handle of the blade that my body seems to draw in like a lover- with gentle caresses and a loving gaze. A flush warmth about my skin. my face nearly aglow. It is to those who watch it grim. But barely a smile escapes my lips. When i realize that the protruding hilt is equisitely ornate, crafted from silver memories of smiles, interwoven with platinum hopes i had for our future, inlaid with opalescent ignorance. It's irridescence reminds me of our bliss. Intrigued, i bear the blade and pull it free, loosing a metallic shower of rusted red and liquid iron. And in the split second i have left before after my last breath i expire, i lay my eyes on the blade.It is just as breathtakingly beautiful and forged from what seems all the lies you told to my face. Lies so laced with grace that i, the cynic, believed them in full. Dead, i don't even have time to speak before i fall. But i think
"your betrayal, though painful, is beautiful.
Mar 2, 2012
Mar 2, 2012 at 1:53 PM UTC
your touch is like electricity in my veins
i crave you
you're like the sun
radient, warm
your smile is contageous
it could cure anthything,
it cured me
they say boys are made of snakes and spiders,
but they haven't met you
you're sweet, you're sensative.
everything about you invites me in.
the way you caress me when we say our goodbyes,
to how you stroke my smoothe skin, showing me that you love me.
but what you probably don't know,
is that i would cross the 7 seas to kiss you one last time
i would climb mountains to see you smile,
or to feel your kind embrace
because i've never loved someone like i love you.
but i'm cold
and you burn.
May 6, 2015
May 6, 2015 at 10:40 AM UTC
At night i gaze up into the skys, since ive
met you i think the stars ,
have eyes. Their looking down at me smiling
and saying you are one lucky guy and
i look up and say, yes i am one lucky guy, to
have some i love and care about so much,
some one with such a smoothe and gentle
touch. They say that fate brings people together,
but this is something much stronger than fate. For
it was written long ago that we meet,,fall in love
and be together for ever and ever..........
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May 14, 2015
May 14, 2015 at 9:14 PM UTC
Check it,
I wreck it,
On the mic I get hectic;
I'm like a broken mirror, look, I'm bad luck reflectin.
When I'm drunk I see in two's,
I smoke the skunk to find my muse,
Lysdexic con-, I'm real -fused,
And though you have to pick and choose,
I'm both the tortoise and the hare: I never lose;
I'm real smoothe,
But I can cruise.
New thoughts,
I lay em down,
From the top,
I'm breaking ground.
Faucet runnin,
Hot new flow,
Thoughts is stunnin,
Here we go:
Preferred fuel is butane,
Lyrical spark ignites flame,
And yes my rhymes is insane,
Never premeditate game.
And here's another,
No really, you can have it for free:
We all started out white,
As a ***** turned to seed;
And my my,
How I've grown,
And turnt thoughts into gold,
Just call me new school alchemist,
My methods be fresh and untold.
Not a bad little verse,
From the old t-o-p,
Now Imma finish shapooin,
Cause I'm so fresh and so clean.
Jan 28, 2015
Jan 28, 2015 at 1:49 AM UTC
Don’t say a word
come sit by the cool side of the bed
smoothe the velvet of your dress
and fix you into something you’re not
an illusion that has been bought
a reminiscense of this past
which is nothing
sober promises and wasted regrets
nothing but an idle landscape
to be revered
alone above an empty mantlepiece
irreplacable
unforgettable
unattainable.
Jul 6, 2014
Jul 6, 2014 at 1:14 PM UTC
A snuffling comrade,
Curled in a silky smoothe ball.
What great joy a cat!
Jan 29, 2013
Jan 29, 2013 at 12:29 AM UTC
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Lost a beloved Friend the other day, Sharp!
Nov 22, 2014
Nov 22, 2014 at 5:09 PM UTC
Eyes wet to the brim,
then relieved by birthing
tears; one chasing
another down
skin that's as smoothe as
running one's palm carefully
across the surface of a
forest pond so silent it's
warmed by even the
moonlight.
First I think she's moved by
loving me; saying I'm more
than she ever dared dream of.
then I realize she's speaking
of nightmares she has about
losing me; waking up to my
things and I not
being there,
and those tears stop as I
hide her face against my neck,
listening to the fearful ripples
in their body of salt and
sadness inside a heart that
doesn't know that it needs
not be half empty
any more.
Nov 14, 2014
Nov 14, 2014 at 3:17 AM UTC
she guides my hand towards
her chest.
opens up with a sigh and
leads my fingers to her
crusted heart.
*here. tear off these scabs so
I can bleed the
wounds
clean and let them close up
as smoothe scars
instead.
I refuse to hurt by
other hands than
yours.*
this is love.
there are no band-aids
here.
Nov 17, 2014
Nov 17, 2014 at 7:38 AM UTC
life goes down and up like a roller coaster like every one says and thats lie and a myth to all people with problems its more like a snakey road with curves and sharp turns to left to right you amy never know whats coming your way some days are nice and smoothe like a clear path road and others have a clear path road but is blocked by traffic and cant find their way to a short cut to the easy and never get the real life that doesnt hit them till thier older and things start doing snakey roads start loosing controll and then turns to sharp turns left to right to mistake to mistake...
i want to keep controll
i want to keep my path clear
not blocked by traffic
not by any one
not you
nor by
me
.
i,
am
my
own
self
that
choose
its
own path
not
by
you
nor
me
but
nobody
i choose by nobody rule...i ask you can you do the same??
Nov 15, 2010
Nov 15, 2010 at 3:45 PM UTC
As life is played out before your very eyes ,
will you grow to love
will you loathe and despise
The way forward unknown so take with you all that you may require
To be submerged though can only help your dreams dissipate like wildfire
Should you arm yourself with experience, insight and intrigue
Will you accept a truth unknown and bear witness to a mind dying of fatigue
The darkness deepens
The road steepens
Does a voice give you the energy to move
A guiding hand to help smoothe
Is it you and your inner strength that brings light
Who stands beside you when it's time to fight
Seeds are sown
On a path unknown
Walk the ways of so many before
Take yourself through an unopened door
Jul 5, 2016
Jul 5, 2016 at 5:36 AM UTC
For the sake of romance, let me pick you up and drag you near
For the sake of romance, allow me to lay down your fears
Say folly on behalf of your future tears
For the sake of romance allow me to draw up and down your spine
with fingers of pure intentions, why I lie
Bury my heart deep in your thighs
Smoothe kisses and altered states
This is no mistake
For the sake of romance
Twist and grind, call upon you now, and make you mine
Show you who has the last say
As you let your suspicions melt and ease away
Stay, my lovely, stay, stay, stay
Because for the sake of romance
I’ll act on what I feel impassioned today
Even though in the end I’ll only scare myself away
Away, away, for you I’ll say
The very things that’ll sullen your days
Pray pray pray that I’ll loose my way
And dry your face
With a mask unlike the complacency I feel today
For the sake of romance
Break yourself over me
Crack yourself over me
It creates loveliness in your demise
In your heart broken, once watchful but now stary eyes
I want to create the emptiness for which I follow
It makes me
for just an instant
feel half-alive
but even then still half-somewhat
hollow
May 12, 2013
May 12, 2013 at 7:38 AM UTC
Mush brain, empty stomach
Lifting myself, the day plummets
Walking to run, running to drunk
Day is gone, soul depleting
Filing my patience, wanting
Hating myself, needing you
Itched, scratched, beaten, dragged
Pushing through, minute to minute
Face looks dead, body needs bed
Mind swirling, fingers play with anything
Sheets smoothe, pillow heaven
Thoughts of food, starved by time
Quakes of emotion, left behind
Bottles clear, from their emptiness
Still, there is air, trapped and unoticed
Corked and done with, Sealing me in
Silently on the cement with the other bottles
Mar 29, 2014
Mar 29, 2014 at 9:39 AM UTC
what a fine love
a destiny of stories
to listen as she speaks
she does anything for me
what more could a man ask
a strong independent woman
& it be no matter the task
so for you I'm practicing a
true understanding
to be the best companion
your king with comprehension
cause lord knows your struggle
as a queen, the constant battles
that come with pursuin all your dreams
to me, you should get all the
diamond rings, adventures with
serene, ocean views like vivid scenes
from a movie... you know
of your favorite matineé, thats smoothe
like your skin in your favorite
Lingerie. Pretty brown eyes
that shine just like a ray
that beams from the blinds
on a warm & sunny day
She's Beautiful...
Aug 21, 2021
Aug 21, 2021 at 2:58 AM UTC