"spicing" poems
a fire ignites every time our bodies make contact
there is a passionate glow of real heat
when we're touching each other
with burning desire
the fire burns hotter
than an electrical wire
as the coals are lit
we'll get on down to it
the pyre will kindle
into an eager bonfire
as we're spicing
each others desire
passion
burning
the flames bright red
in the folds
of our scorching
bed
Mar 24, 2013
Mar 24, 2013 at 4:04 AM UTC
Ever wonder this generation as dark ages?
Ever wonder why peace has bandages?
This society is now spicing up the dark era,
an era that makes every ego goes into pandora.
Black seems gloomy but society makes it cozy.
Peace was so easy but society drags it so heavy.
Now Light dies and so are my lies.
There's no turning back
but to go BLACK.
Feb 21, 2016
Feb 21, 2016 at 12:49 AM UTC
It's not deception,
but it, I cannot believe.
These truths transmitting,
time permitting,
will crush me flat.
I'm not sure what to think,
in the fact's bull-rush.
Screaming out.
Damming it to be,
cardboard scenery.
In sincere
secrecy.
With a dash of nothing,
spicing the world.
Give me a kiss; no,
give me a twirl.
Splicing the word-weary
and thought-Leery.
Such fresh ********
Screaming out.
Damming it to be,
cardboard scenery.
In sincere
secrecy.
Sep 26, 2018
Sep 26, 2018 at 7:14 PM UTC
The writers
The writers
Hold aloft their lighters
And worship styles of Kafka, Robbins, Steinbeck, and of Stoppard,
With syrup and with sawdust – a spicing so improper,
They burn the midnight oil as they’re pulling their all-nighters
Running hard on empty as they find their inner fighters
The writers, the writers, the writers
Jun 14, 2016
Jun 14, 2016 at 4:56 PM UTC
I used to eat oatmeal.
I heard it was nutritious,
Good for the heart.
It tasted too bland.
I tried spicing it up,
Adding some sugar.
But oatmeal was boring.
I was too conservative,
Stuck in a routine.
I went out for breakfast.
I wanted something new,
To treat myself.
Today I ate cinnamon roll French toast.
It was hot, indulgent, rich,
More like a dessert.
But pastries for breakfast?
I can’t have that every day,
Just in moderation.
Well, why can’t I?
Couldn’t I find something to look forward to every morning?
Couldn’t I actually enjoy eating breakfast?
Is it responsible to indulge?
Is it exciting to be healthy?
Does it have to be one or the other?
I consulted my heart.
I couldn’t hear her advice,
My stomach was grumbling.
Dec 1, 2011
Dec 1, 2011 at 12:00 AM UTC
She said our *** life was mundane
and had become routine
so we should spice it up a bit
indulge in the obscene
So I figured what the Hell?
Lets give it a go,
it should be fun to mix it up,
rekindle passion's flow.
Monday we tried dressing up,
I donned a Batman suit
and she Catwoman to my Bat,
we'd thought we'd have a hoot.
I leapt from wardrobe to the light
and swung to hear the crack,
the ceiling caved around us both
and I threw out my back.
Tuesday we tried role-play,
I met her in a bar,
the gangster and the ******
we messed round in the car.
A tap upon the window's glass,
a frowning, outraged cop
who booked us for soliciting
because we wouldn't stop.
Wednesday I surprised her
by leaping in the room
naked as my ***** sprang
'She'll like this' I assume
'GERONIMO!!!' I called out loud
and then began to choke,
her mum and gran were sitting there,
her gran then had a stroke.
Thursday we got *****
I chained her to the bed,
aroused to see her naked form
and naughty words she said.
a banging on the door revealed
her angry, ranting dad
who called to speak of yesterday
but saw her then went mad.
Friday, naked she sat on
my back atop a saddle
she spanked my **** coz in each hand,
she swung a ping-pong paddle
She rode me round til I was sore,
through all the rooms and halls,
til I collapsed when one mis-swing
had caught me in the *****
Saturday we calmed it down,
massage with scented oils
to help relieve this week of hell
and all it's *** game toils,
til I felt something part my ****
was not a nice surprise
"Vibrating ***** 5000"
brought tears to my eyes.
I bit down on the pillow hard,
not much that I could say,
I clawed the plaster from the walls,
a bid to get away.
By Sunday, I had had enough,
and told her 'Please, no more...
I miss mundane, I like routine,
just like it was before...
No more costumes, chains or spanks,
or objects in my ****
no more surprises you have planned,
or schemes you must surpass.'
'Fine' she said 'I'll call my friend
and cancel our three-way'
I looked at her through narrowed eyes,
my jaw dropped in dismay.
'Don't be hasty by my words'
I grinned and calmly tried
'Good, coz Bernard's on his way'
she said and so I cried...
...And cried... And cried...
Sep 4, 2015
Sep 4, 2015 at 5:12 AM UTC
Here she lies naked
In the twilight of the moon
A blanket of shadows
Caresses her beautiful body
Carefully I ****** her with
My cleverly demonic tactics
As she twists and turns
Moaning in heightened pleasure
With vigor the snake stirs the ***
Spicing up her every desire
Enhancing the ****** screams
Escaping from her throat
As she drives her fingernails
Deep into my flesh
She whispers in my ear
That I'm all she's ever wanted
She finally comes down
From her ******** mountain
Pressing her soft fingers to my lips
She swipes a blade across my skin
The razor kisses me passionately
Sinking its teeth into me with ease
By Glenn McCrary
© 2011 Glenn McCrary (All rights reserved)
<< : ****** Volcano
Nov 7, 2011
Nov 7, 2011 at 10:52 AM UTC
May I have a slice, please? Plain would be fine...
a plain slice of happiness
no sir, I don't have Cancer or MS,
I'm not not a paraplegic or quadriplegic,
haven't served my country and lost limbs,
I'm nowhere near as heart sore as so many,
my plain pain is just -
plain but powerful
in a plainly powerful way
is it possible that
when I feel
that life has taken a nose dive
when it crashes,
I'd prefer to sink than swim?
is that ok?
hope so.
drown in molasses of every day,
try that an any age,
struggle with every decision made,
wrestle with forces that come
at you from every side of life...
wry smile, wry groan,
there is no explaining,
when you chose one thing over another
it is one that missed out
that,
of course was...
is my heart shattering,
my tiresome immobility,
lessened because it is
unseen on
the outward unbound,
leeward side?
is plain pain somehow
insufficient, lacking in
character?
the delirious mystery
of my thoughts
doesn't need spicing,
oregano or basil,
sympathy cards,
and tsk tsk cluckings....
but the steady erosion of exhaustion
weakens me in ways
that leaves me
asking, hoping,
for just
a plain slice of happiness
how can that cost so much?
Mar 21, 2014
Mar 21, 2014 at 10:03 PM UTC
Sugar sugar spice
Oh baby
Its my look that drives you crazy
Not my eyes
Open legs, closed mind, tradition follows
Let me pray
Today. Am I forgiven today?
Tomorrow I may sin again
Or maybe i'll just sing
Love, walks alone feeling misunderstood
Obsession, *** naive
High socks, short skirt, shy smiles
Always a rebel, never held a cause
You keep running
Spicing up your day
Blaming others on your mistakes
Never at ease because
Always looking fot a place to hide
Oh baby
You are not even sweet
You have no spice
Not even darkness in your soul
You are just a ghost of the unknow
Trying to be someone believing it means something
When you only look like a fool
Transforming yourself into a joke
Jan 3, 2017
Jan 3, 2017 at 12:13 PM UTC
I saved a little bit of Christmas
The best bit
The nice cosy warm bit
I kept it up my sleeve
And caressed it so it stayed
Then I took it home and cooked it
Cooked it in a pie
A really tasty pie
With currants all soaked in romance
Held in a strong hug of gold
And glazed with excitement
Then my pie needed spicing
Just lightly
For Christmas is spice enough
Dusty spiced affection
And a pinch of honesty
Sprinkled on as snow
That's how I made it
My Christmas pie
It just needs some patience
To warm all hot and crispy
Then would you like a piece?
Dec 22, 2014
Dec 22, 2014 at 2:40 PM UTC
Slow the jewels, you sent spinning,
Glinting, incessant and bright.
Blinding, if not for your
Sympathetic silhouette
Shredding the steam,
Silently static.
When you were so sure, that
We weren't what you wanted,
My nails dug in deeper, and
Brown hair turned red.
Cackle back, if you're with it.
Sometimes sleep steals me,
Still on the sofa.
Surprisingly sedated,
Sustained by the echo of
Your voice, off walls too-familiar.
There's not enough fiction,
Spicing up this
Modern Real. But your
Smile is a story that I'll
Never tire of writing.
Did we get stuck on the
Long count to thirty? Did we
Lose our place, looking in the
Right City, to stay up?
Or did you hear that? I swear,
These dead-end hearts just
Shared a beat.
Listen, the camera couldn't
Get a good picture, but
Tonight the Moon looked
Like a lemon-wedge. And
I'm lying in bed, awake,
Hoping you saw it.
Jun 6, 2014
Jun 6, 2014 at 12:11 PM UTC
I passed by a lea while
walking in the prairie
grassy meadows sprinted
towards green horizons
bumpy hills
and rocky crags
clothed the verdant meadow
willows and gum trees
shaded the countryside
She was like an oasis
I fell in love with the lea
with her alluring grassy hair
and fertile aura
I sat down in her *****
and curled up in her supple
valley
Smooth sunlight trickled down
on us
watering the lea in a dandelion glow
The scent of apple cinnamon
and radiata pine wafted towards
me spicing the air with the lightness
and beauty of a butterly’s wing-beat
an ineffable sigh
escaped from secret chambers
of my heart
and leaped into the romantic air as
I wedded this lea
under the turquoise sky
with the sunlit trees
as witness
Jan 2, 2019
Jan 2, 2019 at 4:30 AM UTC
I passed by a lea while
walking in the prairie
grassy meadows sprinted
towards green horizons
bumpy hills
and rocky crags
clothed the verdant meadow
willows and gum trees
shaded the countryside
She was like an oasis
I fell in love with the lea
with her alluring grassy hair
and fertile aura
I sat down in her *****
and curled up in her supple
valley
Smooth sunlight trickled down
on us
watering the lea in a dandelion glow
The scent of apple cinnamon
and radiata pine wafted towards
me spicing the air with the lightness
and beauty of a butterly’s wingbeat
an ineffable sigh
escaped from secret chambers
of my heart
and leaped into the romantic air as
I wedded this lea
under the turquoise sky
with the sunlit trees
as witness
Jan 3, 2019
Jan 3, 2019 at 10:32 PM UTC
When you look to the pretty lights in the sky
You'll see all the reds, oranges, yellows, and blues
Galaxies spread out, floating
A spinning waltz, coordinated, gravitational
Nonlinear on strings, time infinite
Wish upon all those stars
Colors I can't even see
Let them have their partners
Relationships into themselves
Numbers stretch patterned lines
See much further than the naked eye
Colors don't matter, neither their cries
Epic majestic, eternal blending
Shifting skies, beaches, oceans
On alien planets, in our skies
Count the stars and their parts
Every particle, piece, elemental tie
Look much further, with your ears
A musical hum, RF bending tie
Circling waves, scattering dashes
Invisible stories, forever
Building rhythm, spicing the waltz
Taste true love, sweetest
Thirst, hunger, and peace
Encompass emotion
Eclipsed release
Hold back the awe
Utilitarian focus, belief
See time complete
This is
I love you,
three worlds
Incompletely
But neat
Aug 10, 2014
Aug 10, 2014 at 11:23 PM UTC
The world is a big, grey soup and I was the soggy ******* half-submerged
My path was broken up like a puzzle and my feet trudged along a "destiny" often diverged
I visited the cinema of tattered memories
Silently watched the hasty retreats of ex-lovers on repeat
That is, until I met you
The sole ingredient spicing up my depression stew
You're a raven haired darling uplifted by breeze
The hiccup in my mopey hippocampus, a psychedelic sneeze
You said you're drowning-sucked in by the ocean's whims
Well then honey, I'll help you to shore, teach you how to swim
Together, we'll dredge up the anchor of doubt
Shower each other with kisses like a pair of sculpted water spouts
Continue the raging storm over all dry patches left in life's drought
I'm done with trotting down a path quite wayward
Humming tunes of happiness that life never heard
I'm sick of haters with their pathetic aesthetics
Leave that mess behind and call it frenzied, frenetic
You're a firebird raining down ****** on my frozen heart
The Phoenix lifting this guy's affection levels off the charts
Let's hold hands down the yellow brick road and leap into the future's maw
You can be the Dorothy to my lovestruck Wizard of Awe
I'll slay the dragon and build a castle so we're able to share smiles as we should
Life life so fully that, if separate, we never could
I want to gently drag down your pants and plant snowflake kisses on the scars
Pull you out of the woods and proclaim "Darling, I adore you from the Moon to the stars!"
Jul 18, 2016
Jul 18, 2016 at 9:42 PM UTC
*One cheery Mockingbird spicing the May night doldrums , Two tree frogs chime in on cue with three Whippoorwills rounding out the chorus
Four Cicadas , Five Field Crickets , Six Barn Owls and Seven singing Katydids
Eight Killdeer in harmony with Nine Coyotes
Ten Bullfrogs rocking the pond as Mockingbird number
two comes calling*
May 13, 2016
May 13, 2016 at 10:23 PM UTC
In A Cloud Of God
I meditate
In a cloud of God,
The phrase enticing,
Spicing up my inner vision,
Paradis-ing selfsame vision
Into supervision.
This decision to be deep in thought
That isn’t thought exactly
But a tactful way to find the mind
Without a wandering in imagery,
Colloquially speaking,
And between you, me, i.e. we, us
Who chance to meet on this
Our [quasi] paper
Is escape of noblest kind,
Leading blindly on pure trust
To someplace nice – yes, nicest!
In A Cloud Of God 11.13.2017
God Book II; The Processes; Creative, Thinking, Meditative II;
Arlene Corwin
Nov 13, 2017
Nov 13, 2017 at 1:25 PM UTC
let's take a second to listen
written alphabetically
with a brand-new addition
spliffing delivering
heat, cat on a hot tin roof
sizzling, Messi, dribbling
spit ill sickening
guest visiting,
lend me your ear, listening
shimmering as he shines bright
twinkling, divide, partitioning
locked up, imprisoning
doodle, scribbling
SA drill
spicing with flavor
seasoning, using my head
thinking of reasons
to justify reasoning
for dazzling,
as we settle in
round 2 smurfed but
not blue, more a colored
hue, repping cape town
awe bru, wake up
disabling snooze
jesters you fools
visionary when I see
first from the back
they all lose
not a masquerade it's all true
deadline my times due
ask mew 2, pokemon
index, it's perplex
get ash too, over
a cuckoos nest birds flew
seeking asylum hes crazy
still frosty so cool
yu gi it's time to
dddd duel
this the part where spazz out
remove doubt, running circles
on tracks, roundabout,
roundhouse kick to chin and mouth
no handout, grind out
red hot
circular rounded
noise drowned out, not shouting for clout
cant recognize skill,
take this pill, it will break
the spell my tracks stackable
not saying this sarcastical
sarcastically or sarcastic
not applicable, resolve soluble
doubt dissolve i'm liquid cyanide
every track i **** surgeons
precision with a scalpel
so skilful, I sculpture
syllables in rhyme schemes
unseen to the naked ear
class dismissed school bell
so tell all its not all folks
not ****** toons no jokes
not ****** tunes, with lazy tones
I have lampoons, that ******
death squad platoon
you'll be history lying in ruins
surfing these dunes no fear
seeing things as the series turns
with unclear reasons I'm nuclear
Jan 28, 2023
Jan 28, 2023 at 9:43 AM UTC
Even the most beautiful morning
Cannot compare to your personality so alluring
Happy I am when you grace us with your presence
Bored I am without you spicing up the class' lessons.
You are our precious, beautiful star
Shining as bright even from afar
Your bubbly personality and outgoing nature
That attracts many, I am sure.
Don't you ever doubt yourself, dear
For you are filled with potentials as clear
As the night sky filled with stars,
And someday you will have your own Mars.
Believe in yourself because we believe in you,
Accomplish your dreams but please remember us too.
We hope you'll never forget that you are always loved by us
And that we will miss you, our soon-to-be celebrity with eyes like stardust.
Oct 28, 2016
Oct 28, 2016 at 8:29 AM UTC
Growing
Roots
Are
Spicing
Spring up to be green
Thank God for this
Apr 28, 2018
Apr 28, 2018 at 4:31 PM UTC