Please vote for one of the following five entries.
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A
hint of me
yielding to your fingers
just because of your odd smile
when I walk
just a bit too wide
and I taste
the strawberry on your lips
as I feel you
pressing my thigh
so urgently
Inspired by Strawberry Kim
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you don't need a weather man
pass the butter,
save the salt for superficial wounds we groom
like so many primates before us.
slap tack and
tickle the blue from your sky
don't ask me how I do it
baby don’t ask me why.
mother was a war funk silent skirt,
let's re-invent her, amplified
with girly legs all pink
and satin packed
into this hard edged suit case
with marimba mallets and flame resistant
brassiere. She drives me
away.
you know how to find me there,
stepping out the answer
how do you do what you do
when you do that thing to me?
it lies
between
hardwood tree rings--
count in by seventeens
there!
you got your poem
sure enough by yourself--
you do not need my needle point
direction or
wind farm rooster,
just a skyward index finger
and bingo!
you know when Mary will be back
tapping out the roof top weather report,
spit dry evaporation cooled,
westerly.
I know you have seen me walk away before
with my svelte side step
tip of hat.
adieu
adieu.
Inspired by smithpeter’s jazz poems, the ones about weather and wind mill farms, and of course, sveltwalker, that slut; title by Bob Dylan
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Dragging Toes Through Life
toe dragged trenches are
tenseless for his browseyness
his mouth eleveness of
toes for my face and I
her hand is
their tears
and they cry at me
I have us up
given to listen for me
between the we
divide the us
the back is on
is gone
not just 3
crisp fresh free
and
50 years of it
fully dressed
---------to an age
of gods still makes us
less then bee
the buzz attests
---------hear the me
I play requests
a flag caution
not big letter color
nor shy hand holding
the right reasons turn
entwine
despite the world’s resurfacing
---------love must live
if life still is
in gentle respect for D.G. aka SP
Inspired by avoiding stones, Ten Toes, Planting, and alternate title.
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Ecstasy
Visions of ecstasy do I see
as I watch you sleeping next to me.
I slide my body next to you in our bed
thoughts of seducing you fills my head.
Your body so sexy lying there
for a moment all I can do is stare.
Your bare flesh is screaming for my touch
Oh, how I want you so much.
Your manly sent I breathe in
sending exotic sensations through my skin.
Wake up Baby, I whisper in your ear
Soar away with me to ecstasy right here.
My naked body glowing in your eyes
hunger explodes as you open my thighs.
Your tongue trails down all my curves
electrifying each nerve.
Legs open wide-you lick me inside.
Lost in ecstasy-lost in you
We are one-not two.
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La Cuenta
Her bouquet of sun-baked
dandelions sparked two smiles
that stemmed from separate roots
of pride and pleasure. A thank-you
kiss sent her off, searching for more
treasures among the monarch
fairies in our field. She flew
with them, arms spread in a silent
request for wings to ride the wind.
Her gift of melted blossoms
reminded me of another flower
girl who had never played
pretend with butterflies and bees.
Flowers, Senorita?
Her voice was almost smothered
by shouts and screeching brakes
that made me flinch, but she seemed
immune to the night, cocooned
in her need to survive. She was so still,
pinned by fate in a cement chrysalis
filled with worms, waiting in vain
for beauty and the freedom of flight.
She sat alone atop a cobblestone,
surrounded by garbage bags
and stray dogs, selling flowers
when little girls should sleeping.
We never spoke of pesos that night,
but I knew her flowers were never free.
Inspired by Malaysia
****************************************************
A
hint of me
yielding to your fingers
just because of your odd smile
when I walk
just a bit too wide
and I taste
the strawberry on your lips
as I feel you
pressing my thigh
so urgently
Inspired by Strawberry Kim
****************************************************
you don't need a weather man
pass the butter,
save the salt for superficial wounds we groom
like so many primates before us.
slap tack and
tickle the blue from your sky
don't ask me how I do it
baby don’t ask me why.
mother was a war funk silent skirt,
let's re-invent her, amplified
with girly legs all pink
and satin packed
into this hard edged suit case
with marimba mallets and flame resistant
brassiere. She drives me
away.
you know how to find me there,
stepping out the answer
how do you do what you do
when you do that thing to me?
it lies
between
hardwood tree rings--
count in by seventeens
there!
you got your poem
sure enough by yourself--
you do not need my needle point
direction or
wind farm rooster,
just a skyward index finger
and bingo!
you know when Mary will be back
tapping out the roof top weather report,
spit dry evaporation cooled,
westerly.
I know you have seen me walk away before
with my svelte side step
tip of hat.
adieu
adieu.
Inspired by smithpeter’s jazz poems, the ones about weather and wind mill farms, and of course, sveltwalker, that slut; title by Bob Dylan
****************************************************
Dragging Toes Through Life
toe dragged trenches are
tenseless for his browseyness
his mouth eleveness of
toes for my face and I
her hand is
their tears
and they cry at me
I have us up
given to listen for me
between the we
divide the us
the back is on
is gone
not just 3
crisp fresh free
and
50 years of it
fully dressed
---------to an age
of gods still makes us
less then bee
the buzz attests
---------hear the me
I play requests
a flag caution
not big letter color
nor shy hand holding
the right reasons turn
entwine
despite the world’s resurfacing
---------love must live
if life still is
in gentle respect for D.G. aka SP
Inspired by avoiding stones, Ten Toes, Planting, and alternate title.
****************************************************
Ecstasy
Visions of ecstasy do I see
as I watch you sleeping next to me.
I slide my body next to you in our bed
thoughts of seducing you fills my head.
Your body so sexy lying there
for a moment all I can do is stare.
Your bare flesh is screaming for my touch
Oh, how I want you so much.
Your manly sent I breathe in
sending exotic sensations through my skin.
Wake up Baby, I whisper in your ear
Soar away with me to ecstasy right here.
My naked body glowing in your eyes
hunger explodes as you open my thighs.
Your tongue trails down all my curves
electrifying each nerve.
Legs open wide-you lick me inside.
Lost in ecstasy-lost in you
We are one-not two.
****************************************************
La Cuenta
Her bouquet of sun-baked
dandelions sparked two smiles
that stemmed from separate roots
of pride and pleasure. A thank-you
kiss sent her off, searching for more
treasures among the monarch
fairies in our field. She flew
with them, arms spread in a silent
request for wings to ride the wind.
Her gift of melted blossoms
reminded me of another flower
girl who had never played
pretend with butterflies and bees.
Flowers, Senorita?
Her voice was almost smothered
by shouts and screeching brakes
that made me flinch, but she seemed
immune to the night, cocooned
in her need to survive. She was so still,
pinned by fate in a cement chrysalis
filled with worms, waiting in vain
for beauty and the freedom of flight.
She sat alone atop a cobblestone,
surrounded by garbage bags
and stray dogs, selling flowers
when little girls should sleeping.
We never spoke of pesos that night,
but I knew her flowers were never free.
Inspired by Malaysia
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