Friday, February 5, 2016

The Poetry Collection - Part 2

Part 2 of the poetry collection is also from the work of 7 - 10 years ago. As were Part 1, they are all over the map - funny, dark, sweet and some maybe thought provoking. At least I hope so. I have had some feedback from Part 1 about particular poems some of you liked and why - I really appreciate that.

 

Lucky Strike 


Standing under the bare street light she leaned against the post and lit up a Marlboro with her purple lighter    
  the end glowed …
It was late
the street quiet and deserted
   the smoke swirled in a cloud overhead
Her black hair was long and straight, shimmery in the back light
   her attire dark and loose
   evening camouflage ...
 
 
Looking upward, her gaze fell on a face in the window surveying the nighttime scene
He smiled down at her, unexpected … warm
Her smile radiated back to him, hopeful … tentative
A minute passed - eyes locked … connecting not averting
Then as he had come, suddenly gone ... missing

Lighting another cigarette, she looked up one more time then slowly walked away staring at the sidewalk ahead
Her quiet humming murmured in the silence

The Dancing Queen 


On the floor here comes the queen
my loyal subjects clear when I appear.
The princesses are an envious green
when the male chorus line forms
for a chance for a dance
with me.

My hair will fly
my body gyrate
with the beat - burning heat
faster spinning as the music pumps
on your back feel my thumps
can't promise not to inflict some lumps

Stay out my way!
Give me room!
Goodbye to that gloom and doom
when the beat is sweet
Behold the dancing queen!

Far Away 


Far away from the teeming city
the stars individually shine
the silence of the night peaceful
the hillside dark and tranquill

By day the heat rising from the fields
I can almost hear in its steaming
the babbling brook- bubbling melody
 
Along the pinetree path
the crackling of a stick underfoot
startling me with its harshness.
The buzzing bugs - ear-tickling
white noise for napping.

Night falls once again - the moon glowing, lulling
under the black country sky
to sleep ... dreaming of this place

My Holiday Greeting 


Pink Ladies in the parlor
champagne with caviar
a beer or two with Grandma
in the back seat of the car.

Manhattans in the restaurant
martinis on the deck
a glass of wine with Mary Jane
have another - what the heck!

White Russians at the party
Grasshoppers in the snow
two shots of Seagrams at the pub
meet me under the mistletoe!

No matter what you like to drink
scotch, whiskey, wine or rum
Have a safe and happy holiday
Pa Rum Pum Pum Pum!

Death in their Leers 


malcontents breathe heavy at my door
hot acrid air seeping beneath
curling
snarling
seeking exposed naked vulnerability
attack mode
revenge riot
ever misunderstanding my motives
condemnation

welcoming my deserved punishment
the dedicated wounded souls
hacked through
clawing
kicking
death in their leers
righteousness in their hearts
swirling savagely around me
ripping at my pale wicked flesh
flogging
squeezing
a worthless life made breathless
lifeless
sacred retribution

Sweet Release 


He said he'd always love her
but she knew it wasn't true
the drip drip of the faucet
light rain pattering on the roof
she waited like the expectant bride
that day he stopped calling.

she should have known
he wasn't to blame
for never once did he speak her name.

Passers by her basement window
see her face staring out
out to the busy main street endlessly
hoping to catch a quick glimpse
or someone who looks like him 

she should have known
he wasn't to blame
for never once did he speak her name

Her yearning will never cease
to hear his voice
to see his flesh
to live in his dreams
just one more chance for sweet release.  

she should have known
he wasn't to blame
for never once did he speak her name

Never Lie 


Boy, it's not that I want to be free
it's just that I can clearly see
that I'm not good enough for you
even though you think our love is true

Girl, these aren't the words I want to hear
Why don't you sit me down, buy me a beer
risk the sliding of a tear
and say
Baby, you and I are through
Just don't want you - what can I do?

Instead you tell me I'm the best
So much nobler than the rest
Deserve a different better girl
Man, I hate it when you lie.  

These aren't the words I need to hear
Please sit me down, buy me a beer
risk the sliding of a tear
and say
Mister, you and I are through
Just don't want you - nothin' I can do.

If you wanna leave
don't introduce him to Eve
but kiss his cheek and say goodbye
thanks for the good times
let him plead - let him cry
but whatever you do - never lie!

Sit him down - buy him a beer
Risk the sadness - the heartbreaking tear
but whatever you do - never lie!

kisses 


How many ways are there to kiss?
Do they all conjure blithe bliss?
 
The little peck upon the cheek
sometimes can feel a little weak

The juicy smooch upon the lips
causes my heart to do some flips

The tender buss slow and sweet
usually sweeps me off my feet

The desperate french with the probing tongue
makes me feel so sexy and young

The gallant lips upon my hand
make me feel so elegant and grand

but clearly the greatest kiss of all
(it could be Pyramus and Thisbee through the wall?)
is the peanut butter smack of a child - so small.

 

 

 

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