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Tired and Horny

I’m tired and hornyIt’s been a long dayI need to be put awayI’m tired and hornyAnd only one of those, looks like it’s gonna changeI’m tired and hornyI need you in meDo it hard and raw and freeI’m tired and hornyI need to feed both body and desireCome with me, light my fireI’m tired andContinue reading “Tired and Horny”

River Flow

River Flow(after Langston Hughes)Oh, that I could know that myWords could combine like a soulBallad; one that hasThat deep groove, that grownUps put the kids to bed, deepIn your feels like,Damn, make the Wetness flow like rivers.Oh yes. I’ve known rivers. This is for a dVerse prompt: Write a Golden Shovel poem. So here isContinue reading “River Flow”

7 Teachings

I walked in a dream. Grandfather held my hand. Walk with me young cub The years lay in his calloused hand Wisdom and hard work Nature’s lessons taught through timeListen to the words I speak Listen to the lessons they teachHear and learn valuesThe turtle walks slow the truth upon his backDeliberate steps to takeContinue reading “7 Teachings”

We Need To Talk

Red color silenceAnger in the words not saidI long to listen I hate when she does this to me. So demure, so fragile, curled up within herself. Shutting me out. It no longer is about what was done, I was wrong as was she, but this silent war has become our battlefield. The initial shotsContinue reading “We Need To Talk”

Policeman on a White Horse

Can you see him? The man on the horse.I can’t. I see through him. A white manOn a horseIn a fieldOf whiteness. In my country he’d be blueThis white manOn a horseIn a field of whiteness.He’d look down from his horseAt the few shades of brownIn a field of whitenessWhat would be in his eyes?WouldContinue reading “Policeman on a White Horse”

Can You Dig It?

Yo, my man can you dig?Right on daddy-o!This thing is too jive, I gotta split.What’s this crazy jam on my radio?Ain’t too funky for my groove,I’m digging these far out tunes.Hey foxy mama let me see them moves! This is for a dVerse prompt: Please write a poem of only 44 words on your blog.Continue reading “Can You Dig It?”

A short Zuihitsu

There are often comic musings but very few consider them poems Laughter is the best medicine Poets are often sickYet very few comedians who rhyme Did you hear the one about the – No. You have to let me finish No, I don’t and stop calling me Finnish.Why is that? Why is what? No, whatContinue reading “A short Zuihitsu”

Where did the love go?

Where does love go when it’s let free from its shell? The inner wrappings of yolk and membrane, released into the wild, or perhaps just into a frying pan. Sunny side up or scrambled, love stays the same.Love does not run into some other place, become mixed with flour and sugar to create a cake.Continue reading “Where did the love go?”

Published Author

“I really appreciate you coming.” “Hmmph,” she sniffed. Hey, she was here. That was a win. “Publication is the auction of the mind,” she said; unprompted. I looked at her. Her with her second hand black beret, brown, real leather jacket, a pair of slacks most likely from Walmart and a pair of strappy shoesContinue reading “Published Author”

I Wanted Your Body

I thought I wanted your bodyTo satiate a need, a desire deep withinLust, hunger, a feel for skin on skinLove? I had that but I wanted moreI thought it was your body That would heal my soulOh I wanted your bodyThose thick hips, soft breastsThose lips of yours wrapped around my headIt was your assContinue reading “I Wanted Your Body”