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"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of rabid listeners who hang themselves ritualisticly on her shallow water illustrations swimming on this thin tide of unpublished lip candy her bubblegum words are commentary upon which her followers build temples to the unfit mothers of televangelists the chatterbox spills her loud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
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Dec 11, 2013
Dec 11, 2013 at 2:08 PM UTC
chatterbox's lip candy
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.
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Aug 8, 2021
Aug 8, 2021 at 7:45 AM UTC
A Love Dream at the Beach
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.
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Mar 18, 2014
Mar 18, 2014 at 11:37 AM UTC
Something About Tony Lama & Banana Boat Oil
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.
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Apr 13, 2016
Apr 13, 2016 at 3:39 AM UTC
Music of green and yellow
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
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Jan 19, 2012
Jan 19, 2012 at 7:43 AM UTC
Dreaming
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~
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Apr 20, 2013
Apr 20, 2013 at 11:29 AM UTC
Spring
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.
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Sep 4, 2013
Sep 4, 2013 at 1:39 PM UTC
Eating Sand
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
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Aug 3, 2015
Aug 3, 2015 at 10:56 PM UTC
it's been a while
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
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Feb 10, 2017
Feb 10, 2017 at 3:55 PM UTC
Wishes
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!
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May 2, 2020
May 2, 2020 at 10:54 AM UTC
It’s raining outside
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
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Nov 11, 2019
Nov 11, 2019 at 10:47 PM UTC
Barebone
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.
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Nov 10, 2015
Nov 10, 2015 at 3:53 PM UTC
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