The Poetry Marathon

Prompt #12

Waking wet dreams 
passion drenched 
dancing bodies
souls uniting
spirits unfurling
bare skinned
stark naked
abandoned clothing 
lies all over the floor
tip toeing around
mischievous smile brimming
dry mouths
breathing heavy
panting
barely containing desires
bosoms aching
rib cages breaking open
hearts freed
running wild
deep dark forests
swaying hips
trembling lips
messy hair
grab a handful
pleasure or pain
you groan anyway
merging into one
orgasms take over
overpowering every nerve
commanding surrender
succumb to its way
attaining all.
Piercing gaze
now softened
quivering, uncontrollably
fingertips trace lightly
 a quake beneath the surface
I am awake
I am alive.
j.r.m©

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Brotherhood

Who will fight with me?

Who will ride into battle with me?

Who will turn the tide of the war with me?

Only these boys

These brothers

These knights of our round table

Racing against the sunset

Taking action when no one else will

And swearing oaths that last a lifetime

90/100

No pain no gain
If this is what I want,
this is the choice that I will make every day

No pain no gain
the life I dream of, of breathing, of filling my soul with creative air

No pain no gain
excuses are a dime a dozen
so ready to come out, so easy to use

No pain no gain
there's no million$, no billion$
Worlds that I create will wilt in my imagination
people never born
places never form
things never be

No pain no gain
I will sit in my chair
and divide the light from the dark
form man and woman from clay and
Write life into their bodies

No pain no gain
I will share my worlds
be open to others' worlds and words
be not afraid of
Me as creator

No pain no gain
I gain nothing from hiding from my perceived pain
Of being
Exposed
Exhumed
Exhibited

No pain no gain
I will be brave
I will stop my hesitations
I will embrace this fantasy with both ink stained hands.

No pain no gain
No pain no gain
No gain but
regrets
remorse
at a life lived less creative.

No hesitation, no regrets
With both ink stained hands
I will
jot
sketch
type
click
swipe
my lives into breathing.

No regrets, no hesitation

So Long… (12th Hour)

Your leave will only be for a year

But I feel like I should acknowledge you

It’s always fun when you come near

And an even greater pleasure when you’re through

I must admit, I will miss

Your hot kisses

Against my burning skin

If I’m to be honest then I must accept your internal glow makes me lose myself

And when you rain on me

Unexpectedly, without any warning

You leave me yearning

Soaring in the showers of your tenacious storming

I will never declare you as my favorite

But we had some good times that where savory

A few months of this seasonal love was more than enough for me

So like every year, take it with stride

Another will take your place to fulfill me with glee

You all have your special place

Slightly different glide but sort of the same

So…so long sunshine

So long sunny storms

So long Summer, we had a ball

But here comes crisp cool Fall

Hour 12 Wax On, Wax Off Government

12 2017 wax on wax off government
Wax On, Wax Off Government
by Paul Robert Sanford

I’m beginning to give up.
A third of a year of this nonsense in Washington DC
has me holding onto my balls for fear they’ll steal them.

This wax on wax off government in which one bunch of yahoos spends
all their time undoing what the previous bunch did
seems to me like a long road to nowhere.

Meanwhile, at just the wrong time,
vanishing species are protected less,
the waters are allowed to rise,
more citizens are denied the vote.

Immigrants are made unwelcome
on the assumption that people
who used to have good union jobs
will gladly go to work doing backbreaking labor
for a few dollars an hour.

111 words

Wax 2
to 4
a 3
the 4
are 4
on 2
(subtract 13)

Hour 12

Fin

I’ll make this one count.

I just want to be finished.

who’s to judge me right?

FlapJack….

I’m the poetry man

well, I’ve never seen a U-Haul follow a hearse to a cemetery.

Judge,Lord Judge  take that

Flap Jack take that

Molva and Mohammed

You want my, well I betcha

Send me to the’lectric chair

Stay away from me I’m in my SIN you hear that laugh track

Flapjack laugh track pop that collar and holla

Judge the bootlegger with the pound of flesh

Judge Lord Judge

Take that puddin’ and fine fat brother

Send me to the ‘lecturing chair

For you will know my name is the ….

Stay away from Emc2

I’m in my sin laughtrack

Flapjacksprat, who lies to the BONE

Make it

sing

laugh

Track to outta my sight

Daddyya done broke out

Flap

Jack off on your wheels, fall up

I’m off, cockukacho

cuckukachoo

 

 

 

 

This Moment Now

In this moment

now

What is happening?

I am writing

I hear fireworks in the distance

not sure why (8/5/17)

I am thinking

about this wonderful experience

Thanks to Caitlyn and Jacob Jans

A random invitation

somewhere in the past

has given me

a new family

full of writiers

like minded individuals

Thanks.

Hour Twelve

What Dreams May Come

Lay me down by North Creek

where it moves stately as a wedding march

light as a jig.

 

Us, under the bridge, you said

“If we stay here any longer, I’m going to kiss you”

and I blushed and froze.

 

The tall grasses hide nutria (false beaver)

and real beaver too, and we got

such a laugh from that.

 

Under the bridge, you said you loved me

and were shocked I didn’t run

but said it back instead.

 

I lay in the dappling light, out of view

dream your arms around me

and sigh with the reeds and branches.

I haven’t seen him

Every time I wake up

I feel his breath around my neck

His fingers around my waist

His smile around my cheeks

Every time I dress up

I see him standing beside me

Beholding me like the very first time

Every time I cook for him

He stares at me like a little child

The way he looks at me

With those shiny eyes of his

Makes me fall in love with him all over again

The more I feel his hand on mine

The more I feel safer and secure

The more our glares meet

I feel he touches my soul much more deeper than before

Amazed by his surprise I often laugh

Making him fake angry

And then, suddenly, in just a kiss

My little angel is back to how he was

Yet…I haven’t seen him