Hanging With Beach Bums & Bashful Babes

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Hanging with beach bums & bashful babes

Swimming in the surf on late Spring days

Colorful flavors poured gently over ice

Skin glowing after hours in the pleasant rays

I thought I saw a Sea Hag along the sand

Though she revealed herself to be a Siren

Coaxing & teasing me with her demure allure

Whispering that I might be a modern Lord Byron

Uncomfortable with compliments of any sort

I quietly pull out my pen to jot down an ode

Her eyes grow wide, then a smirk & a wink

Simultaneously my mind, heart & loins explode

 

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College Magnetic Poetry Vol. 1

I eat her peach, like it was a screaming bed
Rob lathered her pink butt, like I said
She urges me to lick the bare breasts, or no head
They want the mist under the dress, and she is red
I cry, but think those rose petals are like a knife
My woman moans as we fall with spring through life
Smell sweet honey like a purple forest o’ eggs
He sees my finger smear next to the smooth hot leg
Watching two girls waxin’ & milkin’ without you
The gorgeous goddess needs his languid tongue to be true
Deliriously drunk & a repulsive moment recalls an ugly day
I felt the beauty whispering lust, wanting to play
Sweat leaves my apparatus juicy and shiny, always beating it away
Frantic spray floods the luscious garden from behind
Trying to swim beneath a language o’ an elaborate mind
Winter crushes drool over lovely eyes
On top, producing no sleep as we lie
Together, eternity is an essential chain
Manipulating me through bitter rain
Mothers can ask to stop, but still get to blow
I pound your fluff and then must go
Getting shot in some hair is easy when you are not above
Shadows o’ their enormous size is what you vision and love

Circa 1998

*Author’s Note: I feel I should explain this mess. It was written in college on a buddy’s fridge with the non-x-rated magnetic poetry. It is horribly juvenile and I love it all the more for that reason.

Speeding Through Green Lights

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Speeding through green lights
Welcoming the rites of Spring
A warm day to rise & smile
Walk softly & listen to the birds sing
A fiddle & bagpipes call out
Traits of hope & smiles in the air
Release the frustration of Winter
Be free; dance out in your underwear
Feel the heat of the morning sun
Pour yourself an early glass of wine
Stretch out with a wink for me
Bare skin kissed by the glorious sunshine

Betrayed by These Naked Branches

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Betrayed by these naked branches
Another season removed from the rest
Their cold, lifeless exoskeletons
Abandoned; never nestled to her breast
Shivering, trying to brew more coffee
But there’ll soon be Spring flowers
Hope dangling out on a dream
Praying for the remedy of the sun’s powers

Fairly Fancy & Free

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Fairly fancy & free
Springtime upon my toes
Freshness abounds
Coming up with a rose

Whispering to the winds
Secrets of our years
No place to reside
Time to face our fears

Raised to our health
So we can no longer think
Simple happiness
Encased in nocturnal drink

my shadow screams like a thousand suns

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my shadow screams like a thousand suns
a gorgeous woman leaves but asks why
the power is from the sea of black lights
some will have to vision my delicate sky
thinking manipulated the eternity of dreams
i am drunk, recalling moments, driving me to cry
death is an essential smell, pounding music watches
storms trudge on through, but i must try
water sweats as he falls in love with her
the mist under a pink rose petal shines like spring
ugly lust floods and i cannot swim
the smooth gown worships bare skin, as she sings

The Sunsets Seem To Last Longer

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The sunsets seem to last longer

Before the darkness comes closing in

Walking alone, the beach seems haunted

Memories from before we allowed life to begin

I love the brilliant colors of Spring

Enjoying life in the sunshine I revere

Slowly the light fades, taking my joy

Night brings heavy thought & steps along the pier

Springtime Popping Outside

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Springtime popping outside
Listening to my Celtic tunes
Grateful for a house to clean
Reports of rain coming soon
Darling damsels at my feet
Enjoying these warmer days
Dancing with pointed toes
Laughing as we let the bagpipes play