Fruit – 19/24
You are the furthest fruit
on my thankful tree
And you are the sweetest
You are perfect, ripe and
Juicy enough to make me hungry and thirsty for you, the same
You tell my tongue such beautiful stories
Daphne Did
Daphne must sit on all of the clothes
Daphne must eat on all of the clothes
Daphne must do Daphne things
On top of all of our things
Daphne sits like a toad
She’s a round dog.
My creations
Kept secret and safe.
Written down for all time.
The tomes of ideas are all mine.
I will protect what I create.
A Promise
I’d like to begin with a confession: I am not an expert in love.*
In fact I am not an expert on many things.
I can’t sing. I can’t dance. I struggle with rhyming.
But I am willing to try. To try my best. To give it my all.
When you look at our relationship. Look this love.
I am not afraid to be vulnerable or be open.
When you lose your faith or you feel broken.
I promise to stand by your side and no wander.
As negativity surrounds us and the world gets you down.
I promise to stand tall as a great red wood.
A remind of what you saw in me that was good.
Never will I be perfect. But as long as I live.
I will be here.
*The Mathematics of Love Hannah Fry – p. 1
Eighteenth poem
Be you, your true heart
Actions speak louder than words
Just follow your soul
you can’t have your cake and eat it too
“Why not?!” She cried in a thousand ways,
“I’ve paid my dues, I’ve challenged the days
There’s plenty of cake sitting on my plate
So why must I swallow the shadows I hate?”
A new season arising
“I am going out to clean the pasture spring”
from “An Invitation The Pasture “
Robert Frost’s Poem by Louis Untermeyer
a new season arising
just like springtime in our lives
encountering and enriching
forever refreshing and ever inflaming in our hearts
moving from season of immense coldness
white colors illumines the surrounding
bringing new colors and new fervor
touching in the lives of many
Nature’s renewal remembering
ongoing regaining its beauty and its everlasting luster
a life springtime
a new haven
Granny from Salem
There once was a Granny from Salem
Who peeled all potatoes and ate um
She liked them to be mashed
And served with corn beefed hash
There was never a need to save um
by Karen Sullivan
Format: Limerick
She
She
was
there
growing
in
the
safety
of
my
womb
that
was
meant
to
nourish
and
protect.
She
was
there
until
the
cramps
and
bleeding
came.
And
then
she
who
was-
was
not.
Sestina sex
Feel my gentle caress,
my fingertips of lust.
As you slowly undress,
I could nearly combust.
Teasing what I obsess,
making your body thrust.
Yet as your hips thrust,
to this tender caress.
I feel your heart combust,
stopping your undress.
Now your eyes filled with lust,
it’s you who now obsess.
Yet why should you obsess?
I have yet to thrust.
Deep into that velvet caress,
over and over till I combust.
So continue your slow undress,
become overwhelmed with lust.
My pride rises the peak of my lust.
I see your eyes widen and obsess,
in anticpation of my thrust.
Instead I tease with sweet caress,
and smile as you almost combust,
another pause in your undress.
Your dress slips down revealing what’s left to undress.
My heart filled with lust,
I slip my fingers between and slowly caress.
I feel you smile, shudder, and thrust.
Oh yes, do obsess,
till I let you combust.
No you may not combust.
Not till you undress.
Those pout lips filled with lust,
attempting to make me obsess.
Yet I control your wanton thrust,
with this simple caress.
Softly I continue to caress, and again nearly you combust.
I feel the wet heat of your lust, as you hurry to undress.
Your eyes fixated and obsess, as i begin to thrust.