24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
The have to lick.
It’s how they think.
They’ll lick your face
and make you blink.
They’ll lick their balls
in front of you
they’ll lick another’s
Really? Eeeww…
They’ll lick a bone
that has no meat
they’ll lick the floor
they’ll lick your feet
They’ll lick a robber
half to death
they’ll lick you
with that yukky breath.
They’ll lick your friends
but never fail
to never lick
the guy with mail.
Marry me for my bad jokes.
The ones that our dad would probably make.
And that sometimes you know… you find them funny.
Or make them to yourself.
Marry me for the way we watch sad movies together.
As I cringe and cry with you since it was…. Blackfish .
And I didn’t know it was going to be that depressing.
Or was going to make me sob.
Marry me for the way we love creativity.
Every word that you write makes me want to too.
And maybe we can become ghost writers.
Or come up with witty pen names.
Marry me for the cheesy messages I text you.
The ones I hide for you or blatantly post on facebook.
And there will never be a shortage.
Or more truth to what I really mean.
Marry me for the fact we get “bingo’d” together.
Then we can go off laugh at our obvious secret.
And then come up with names for a Frenchie.
Or a Husky since both are quite cute.
Marry me for the fact that we have this crazy thing.
Where we know what the other is thinking.
And when things get hard we want to suffer together.
Or maybe this isn’t crazy at all.
Marry me for the truth is I love you.
Another symbol of adult life
That escapes me,
Like being a wife
Or having a baby,
But let’s remember
That with these things comes great responsibility,
And that’s something that’s never appealed to me –
I like to come and go as I please,
Or crawl around on my hands and knees
In the third hour of searching for my keys,
Without acquiring a second-hand fur coat
That tickles my nose and sticks in my throat,
So it’s probably for the best
That I don’t have any pests…
Sorry – pets.
(c) Gemma Hinton 14/6/15
7:43pm
20 years old
not even old enough to to buy alcohol
“The troubled words of a troubled mind I try to understand what is eating you.”
My teeth clanked against the glass
I held her glass castle in my hand
I lit my lighter
flames licked the Crystal ball
rolled the shaft in my fingers
the silver Crystals start to melt
I sucked her inside
holding her inside
slowly
Her vapor escape my lips.
white clouds filled the room.
one hit wonder
tingles in my toes
eyes closed
rolled back into my head.
Crystal…the best never ending, addictive, best orgasm
Until you come down
I am what I am.
My teeth sharp for the chewing of meat.
My tongue long to lessen the summer heat.
My fur sheds on your carpet and couch
And my nails scratch up your kitchen floor.
I sit by your dinner table, my eyes cute,
My stomach big and plead and beg.
I am what I am,
And my four legs need long, long walks
(without leashes, and lots of ladies)
And my tail needs open spaces
(on a daily basis)
And please, no dry kibble
I like my food raw and bloody
Like those birds and squirrels I chase,
But never catch (on purpose)
I am what I am
No questions need be asked.
Oh, and can you give that bone to me?
I can’t say no to a feast.
He was so quiet
No one ever knew he was here
It was always a moment of surprise once he was discovered
A blonde body laying in a small bed
Just inside the living room on the recliner not reclined since 2007
He was so quiet
Unless it was raining
Or snowing
Or the garbage man came
Or a sudden noise from the television sounded remotely like thunder
He’d get, what has been called, his crack face
Mouth open as he panted
A bit of drool for good effect
Shaking uncontrollably
He was my four legged barometer
Not a single sign of rain
But he knew
He always knew
Write a poem about dogs. However you cannot use any of the followings words in the poem: dog, canine, bark, growl, and puppy. You also can’t use the names of any dog breeds. So, it should be a bit of a challenge.
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A grim lurks in the dark corners,
snarling and baring its teeth, waiting
for the chance to strike. Summoning
six headed beasts from Hell takes some
blood runes, Enochian magick, and more
Will than most can muster in a lifetime.
I’ll keep my Cerberus close to my heart—
she’ll defend me when the time is right
But we’ve been bonded since youth, and
no foul creature can come between me
and my spirit animal. Not even a Grim.
Loping through the grass
That loving gaze trips my heart
Bright pink tongue lolling
