I imagine myself with you, M.
I can see myself, happy with you.
I can picture us on our first date,
laughing so hard we hold onto each other for support.
I can picture us walking together,
admiring all the local shops and galleries our town has to offer.
I can picture us holding hands,
and you holding me as we gaze out at sea.
I can picture us snorkeling together,
and how you'll laugh when I inevitably breathe in the ocean.
I can picture us kissing for the first time,
how our eyes will meet,
and how our hearts will explode with excitement.
I can picture us kissing,
and how our bodies will melt into one.
I can picture myself falling asleep next to you,
and how peaceful I will feel when I wake up beside you.
I can picture myself falling in love with you.
How wonderful life will be with you to share it with.
I will chase these butterflies forever if it brings me closer to you.
i am nothing but
the crevices of the
i've hidden in.
let me sleep for
just a little
before the sun
w a k e s
Give me a minute
To read the stars
Lamenting in their stories
Their laboured twinkling far and sparse
Give me this moment
To stumble and swoon
My branches reaching for
The faraway moon
Give me a while
To be one with the universe
Hear the colliding planets
As they spill their mournful verse
Give me some time
To plot my rightful place
Within my uncharted galaxy
And collapsing space...
willets cull the seawall
snappers rest on grill
rock ***** swoon
in shallow lagoons
long boats pass
plovers dance and flutter
handrail frayed and torn
at lovers rock
from the high
thatched roof on a mud wall
fish flags settle score
in a front line march
pillar cracks form
the rust brown scars
elegant tern and grebe
watchmen fall in cue
on crested waves
whimbrels and notchers
perch above tentaciones
the bandits of the sea!
in steady flow
in a tide cooled sand
heerman gull and boobie
durango smoke in yurt
and puffer blimp
castle buckets and scrapers
under dusk light cheroot
six pulls on a lead line
painted toes in sand
in rainbow sun
the portly mexicano
flaunts his tacos
rooster house for marlin
bamboo shoots and sails
and ocean swells
I don’t care how
or care what you do
to make it happen;
I just told you
make me shine
so slather me in turpentine.
I want the sun to shrink
and the world turn dark,
when she’ll no longer rise
after she rests her eyes
upon my fiery spark.
I want the moon to swoon
and raise the tides
when he looks for the sun,
it’s my beauty that he finds.
I want the stars to bow down
and shower me in gold
when I shine brighter
and reach higher
than the stars of old.
I want storms to make
the world stir
when I walk upon
no matter what it’ll take.
I don’t care
if it kills me;
just answer my plea.
I just want, so badly,
so slather me in turpentine.
A woman once
Wished on star
From lands afar
"Please oh please
Bright twinkling light
Give me a child tonight"
And the woman prayed
Every night for years
Her plea fell on deaf ears
Until a goddess
Who made me swoon
Heard her tune;
Begging she had heard
The mother of Earth
The call answered
With a "birth"
Transcending her planet
Coming to ours
In a pomegranate
Inside the botanic
Did she travel
Until cloth unravel
To dainty hands
Such divine plans
Celestial now infant
Baby and parent
Woman loves ancient
For Houkyou, the title is what my friend calls their daughter and the whole poem is based off of it.
I've been ceaselessly sweating since June
And without fail every day around noon
My arm pits are sopping
My ****** are sodden
I feel about ready to swoon
It’s been glorious weather since June
I’m not sure if you’d think it too soon
But top up the icebox
For Pimm’s on the rocks
And celebrate all afternoon
TOO HOT! or JUST RIGHT!
on the breeze
in a swoon
blue and purple
petals of the moon
crescent of a flower
tight held tithes
lying in the grass
of a dark
petals find me
i inhale their
their light sweet perfume
they cover me
(c) march 12, 2015
Dedicated to my dear friend Jonnie... she makes me happy!
This is one of my most popular & beloved poems, my dear! I hope you enjoyed it!
God Bless & Happy Thanksgiving!
I don't know how to write happy poems
because I don't really believe in them.
I thought angst would die with adolescence,
but alas I can still feel its cold dint.
Perhaps like virginity this goes too;
no longer a creep standing idly by.
Plastic smiles taped to our cardboard faces
and yours alone I felt the need to prise.
That's okay, because the teenaged rosebud
that we claim to be so very unique
is beginning to wither, can't you see?
And now it's the thorns society seeks.
So look out over yonder cityscape.
Your mask shall be shed only by the moon.
Until then, a cartographer of love;
yours that is, we'll still pathetically swoon.
Once upon a fair evening's bloom,
A fair maiden did make a young
With a touch of the hand
And a kiss of the lips,
She ensured that love
Was not to be
The infatuation before love is sickly sweet
To fall in love with someones smile
To swoon under their gaze
To become dizzy with their touch
To crave someone like an addiction
To nestle up to their warmth
To get an adrenaline rush from their scent
To hold them and never let go
To tell them how much I love them everyday
To keep discovering them like it's my personal quest
To give them my heart
To love them for all that they are
To keep them from the tainted world
But what can I do with these contaminated hands?
How dare I try to hold them close with these hands of mine flowing thick with lies?
To tell them sweet nothings with my corrupted tongue?
Is like a wildfire
Sudden, quick, and innocent
Without my permission my little spark turned into a flame
And consumed everything that contained a letter in your name
Is like a wildfire
Untamed, ephemeral, and dangerous
It destroys all it touches,
Breaking barriers, burning bridges
It envelopes everyone in its warmth leaving no option but to run or turn to ash
Beware of my wildfire love
You cannot leave unscathed
I leave a scar
Beware of my wildfire, love
Because I'll burn enough for us both
I'll keep you warm on cold nights and dry on rainy days
I will set your heart ablaze and love you with all the force of my wildfire
Beware of my love,
It can't be forgotten nor replaced
This is the first time posting a poem on here as I am a new member, I hope whoever stumbles upon my work enjoys and relates!
Once seen, there's
a depth of beauty
one never recovers
from... akin to
the swoon of an
Whereupon death has
no name to take
Your grandmother wants to be friends on Facebook.
can’t recall where or how i know ya,
but your grannie is very kewl,
(we agree on the proper pronunciation)
boldly asked if that included “benefits,”
she heartily answered “**** right”
“one man is pretty much as good as the next,
but younger is definitely better, and you a spring chickadee,
at age of sixty years and three,
so many years ahead to share,
your social security bene-fits,
making me swoon
and giving me ‘flashes ‘n fits’
and given your life expectancies,
spousal wud be nice,
even ain’t a necessity,
looking forward to pleasuring your company”
remind me again,
where do I know you from?
I love the way you move
But I hate the way I swoon
Over your every action
It’s too beautiful of a sight
I can’t help myself,
I can’t help but feel affection
The momentous buzzing of battling beasts
Gets lost between the cracks of creeks
You and I, we take our seats
And wait for the show to begin
I wanted fire so I brought flames
But you are like water, so I am tamed
Patience and love, they are the same
You won't catch me asking for either
The sound of malicious marching bands
Outside my door as I sleep they stand
And await my green light crescendo hand
But here it is, locked up in yours
I served my sentence for baring teeth
At those who hung me up like wreath
So you, you are a quantum leap
I am no longer fearful of taking
The air it always sounds so still
On either side of my broken sill
The silence it will hurt until
I hear an impulsive tapping
The gorgeous drumming of Gatling guns
Remind me of your silver tongue
You leave me like a hit-and-run
Please come back; I want more
And maybe, the worst kind of hell
Is where our demons play so well
They make each other swoon and swell
But really - are we any better?