"sunbath" poems
the waiting in hallways
lined up on the wall
with eyes following the chatterbox and her
flowing train of rabid listeners
who hang themselves ritualisticly on her
shallow water illustrations
swimming on this thin tide of unpublished lip candy
her bubblegum words are commentary
upon which her followers build temples
to the unfit mothers of televangelists
the chatterbox spills her loud thoughts
on the sun warmed concrete
as the summer lawnmower navigates
around santa and his late december reindeer
and the children's labyrinth of christams morning plans
while i sunbath nearby
she gathers her spilled thoughts
and races away proudly proclaiming that'
my poems are too short for the pulitzer
so she is ready for her laurels
and a fast road to academia
with a neatly packaged version of her inner perversions
spread like *** and lip candy
on the local coffee shop bookshelf's
for the pretty college girl with glasses to drink from
Dec 11, 2013
Dec 11, 2013 at 2:08 PM UTC
On a summer day I saw a pretty dame
bathing in the warm waves of the beach's tub.
She tanned her skin to adorn her slim frame,
massaging its softness with each gentle rub.
From that distance, she exuded sweet fragrance
stemming from the refining of her radiance.
Sensual movements from lips, hips, curves, legs and hands
made me fantasize as I relished each moment.
My love-struck eyes gazed at the rhythmic movement
of this ******** clad model for all lands.
After a sunbath, she tied her pristine towel,
then with a fixed look, she gazed straight at me.
'Hello, the adventurous gentleman,' said she.
'You sure look gay, hale, hearty and swell.'
Shyly my fears of rejection loomed large,
whilst my love dreams turned out to be a mirage.
Aug 8, 2021
Aug 8, 2021 at 7:45 AM UTC
Who doesn't remember Tony Lama
& those flashy pearl buttons,
cruisin' down the streets in torn jeans,
shirts unbuttoned to flat-navels
revealing sprouting chest hairs.
The disco ball twirled dance-magic,
along with the beach sounds
of sweet soothing melodies,
the ones that made you want
to sunbath covered
in Banana Boat oil.
A little bit of grease
went a long ways,
while warring with stars,
we got drunk in the bars,
sometimes got lucky in our cars
dreaming of better days
that weren't too great after all.
I miss those simple dates,
the ones without
immediate gratification
based on
the grand designs of
computer-aged
mobility.
Mar 18, 2014
Mar 18, 2014 at 11:37 AM UTC
While down the narrow path
in the morning at the park,
I found a leaf enjoying sunbath
on the tree beside the bush.
The leaf looked so fresh
while enjoying the food from sun,
stood out in this wide green mesh
and directed some food towards me.
There was a rock with a humble greet
I stumbled on it, bruised my feet
I had ignored the cuckoo on that tree
it did give me a warning tweet.
In this play of green and yellow shower
life thrives in trees and birds.
I fathom all these, and here I hover
I learn music , for it aligns my chords.
Apr 13, 2016
Apr 13, 2016 at 3:39 AM UTC
Light petals flowing off the creek
And gentle breezes whipping through our hair
Watching the idle clouds smile at us
And lull us as time sleeps on
Grasping the stars the moment they appear
Sparkling in their early sunbath and laughing otherwise
Greeting us in careful glimpses
Mesmerising so
Days we spent dreaming of the oceans
And wandering our boundless expanses
The horizons and the sights
Soothing as always
Jan 19, 2012
Jan 19, 2012 at 7:43 AM UTC
In Springtime all the roses bloom
And sunshine dances on the path
And it's rays will dance in my room
While my cats take their warm sunbath
The breezes blow the deep-green leaves
And stir the honeysuckles sweet
That grow around the tall green trees
And bloom in the warm Spring sun's heat
Oh let the breeze caress my cheeks
And let it stir the lilacs sweet
And make the flowers waltz at my feet
That grow in meadows with wheat
Oh let me kiss the buds of May
And drink in their sweetest perfume
That sweetly dances in my room
Along with the sunshine of day
~Marian~
Apr 20, 2013
Apr 20, 2013 at 11:29 AM UTC
There is a monster who eats time
and he always knows when I’m running out
the door
of milk
of time
and he often seems harmless, mewling like a kitten in
a sunbath on tile
but then
his teeth gnash like a bear trap and
he growls like a starving grizzly and
he bolts like a tabby
lightning fast in a quest for the red dot, and
as I claw at my time with
jagged
chipped fingernails
begging it to stay
the monster eats my time
engorging himself on the
ever-hastening electronic cucking of the
clock
consuming my days like a teenage boy eating a
pizza.
I have a monster
and I hope he chokes on sand.
Sep 4, 2013
Sep 4, 2013 at 1:39 PM UTC
foam body
ocean wave sinking throne
muddy waters polished stone
sunbath getaway find a way out
little hole in the skyward flame
eyes of blame and guilt trains
take it further to the last domain
falling off the brink to a walk of shame
not a game
not each other's to tame
broken down frame slump slump trip
hop skip and frown I'm trying to turn down right sideways to see the beauty in this piece show me something new
find me something new to say
got all the blobs and not the right way
I'm a viscous liquid spinning down a drain
black hole and frolicking over billowing plains of uncertainty
currently in blissful mystery
and it feels like a million ants
are biting my wings
as they wake up
certainly
Aug 3, 2015
Aug 3, 2015 at 10:56 PM UTC
Drinking black tea early in the morning
Watching vistas of the fishtail mountains and the rising run
shaking my Styrofoam cup on my table
and reading the newspapers outside in a sunbath
Isn't that beautiful ?
It's my wish for after retirement.
I wish for a life of goodness and peace
But it's just a wish, a simple wish of mine.
Life takes us so far and so high
So down and so daringly deep
I wish to enjoy every bit of the journey
but It's just a wish, a simple wish of mine.
When I become old after many ages,
won't it be cool to spend time gardening ?
Hearing the bees singing
and watching bird dancing?
Bit it's just my wish, a simple wish of mine.
Whether it's fulfilling or unfulfilling
I will keep wishing, I keep dreaming
Cause that's how I can keep my hope alive
But it's just a wish, a simple wish of mine
Feb 10, 2017
Feb 10, 2017 at 3:55 PM UTC
Staying inside
I can feel the rain
Every droplets hitting my room roof
Sounds like a rhythmic song
London bridge is falling down
And sometimes dusk till dawn
The phase of changing weather
Birds chirping and removing drops-
From their feathers
And the leather
Which was taking sunbath ; is now -
full of rain water
Street dogs showing their march
Hot soup smell can be felt behind the bars
Wind and lightning supporting rain the full
Aside our jack-fruit tree there’s whirlpool
And suddenly the rain stopped
The wind lightning also eloped
And as usual the day starts
So I started engaging in my work!
May 2, 2020
May 2, 2020 at 10:54 AM UTC
barebone and ********
we ride the bikes
on a windy night
no metal slate top
rest on our head
or rule our kind
barebone and ********
we ride the bikes
on a windy night
we own the roads
just as we dare
to own the world
barebone and ********
we ride the bikes
on a windy night
we sunbath under the
streetlights, our guide
as the city grinds
barebone and ********
we ride the bike
on a windy night
we pump our feet, swell
rolling uphills and-
down with the bills
barebone and ********
we ride the bikes
on a windy night
Nov 11, 2019
Nov 11, 2019 at 10:47 PM UTC
CONFIDENCE
confidence is the sun that rises early in the morning,
It's rays shining on those willing to sunbath.
Confidence is the rain that falls from the heavy clouds ,
raining down on those willing to be soaked in it.
Confidence is the moon that shineth at night,
giving light to those willing to embrace it even darkest of days.
Confidence is the breeze,
Cooling down those embracing it.
Confidence is like an old man's stuff,
Keeping your head high your spine seem to be struggling.
Nov 10, 2015
Nov 10, 2015 at 3:53 PM UTC