Last Commented Monorhyme Poems (97)

Walking hand in hand, at the end of the day
Digging bare toes into golden sand, not much to say.

Russet sun dips low, between strips of palm trees
We laugh and scream as we run down to meet the sea.

We strip our clothes off fast; last one in is a rotten egg,
Feel this cold salty water cool bodies, arms and legs.

We chase and play in much the same way
As sea creatures or dolphins with their mates play.

Jumping over white crests, then plunging down to the depths
We swim deeper still beneath and hold our breaths.

When the last russet rays are peeping over the bay
And the night air grows cold, we stop our play.

Run to where our clothes lie strewn on golden sand
Get dressed quicky, then walk home hand in hand.

I know if I sit quietly in your presence
To me you will impart your essence.
I feel your pain and anguish as you linger in
The solemn and drawn shadows of your inner being.
As I sense your deepness, you mood unfurls
As you inspire my thoughts processing them into words.
I cannot fathom in one day all the pain
The anger, the anguish, the torment, the rage.
I try to understand by listening to your words
By sensing your inner most being - letting it unfurl
As I sit quietly in your captivating presence
Waiting for you to impart to me your essence.

"Rest your weary nodding head
Upon this mossy stone for a bed
While I sing a sweet lullaby -
If you fall asleep, I'll stay for a while.

I'll stay all night if you want me to
Singing soft lullabies by the light of the moon
Under the lavender and jasmine too
Their sweet scents chase away the blues.

Tomorrow when the sun is high
And swallows are flying in the sky,
I'll skip with you down Foxes Lane
And to your village I'll point the way.

No, I cannot go with you all the way
For I must go back to my fen to stay.
But you can come and play anyday
As long as your mum says it's okay.

Come back soon one day again
To where we are in the fairy glen
Across the fields and through the woods,
Over the stream and beyond the moors.

We'll play on the dunes with the sandy folk
And listen to the waves as they heave and drone.
We'll dance to the song of the garden larks
And play long after it has become dark.

Then you can rest your weary and nodding head
On a mossy stone or in my lap instead.
I'll sing sweet lullabies till the moon is high
And if you fall asleep, I'll stay for a while."

Small, wizened, brown she
Harvesting wheat in the field
All alone in the quiet of the early morn
As sun's rays touched the earth and were born.
Nothing but silence pierced the air -
No birds to be seen or heard anywhere.
Out of the corner of her eye
She saw that creature so foul and sly,
So she ran to find the biggest tree
So she could climb up it to be free.
She ran and the foul creature chased
Until she found the biggest tree's base.
She climbed up it nimbly and quick
Till she reached the very last stick.
Then she stood on tiptoes and bared
Her brown arms, and with eyes stared
Towards the heavens, to Father Sky
As she called out to him, he heard her cry.
Suddenly she grew wings of silk
The color of silver and new warm milk.
She spread her wings and flew high
To the heavens, to her Father Sky,
Whilst far down below the beast
Was seen slinking through the wheat.

You make your way down the garden path,
And amongst the wood and brush you espy my flower.
With gentle fingers - you the petals do part
Then bury your face within - to partake
Of the sweet fragranced scented aroma.

The sweet frangrance of my flower
Causing every fibre of your being to become aroused
As you drink in the moments of this hour -
The perfume, the coloured hues, the brilliant design.

You allow your soft lips to sip
The nectar hidden within.
You trace the outline of the stamen
Ever so softly with your tongue - tainted
With the taste of nectar
From my beautiful flower.

You pry the petals open
And thrust your fingers into the main vortex
Threatening to tear the gentle soul
And senses of my flower apart.

From your throat come muted
Moans and groans of exquisite pleasure
As you continue to thrust your fingers
Until you climax in the centre
Of my exquiste flower.

All I have ever seen displayed
Are your haunting eyes across my page,
But at night when perchance I dream
I behold your face in realms unseen.

You come to me in my midnight hour,
When the moon rules in absolute power.
We stroll along the banks of a river
And my quickened heart is all a quiver.

Then alas morning comes upon us
And gone are the steamy nights of lust.
And all I see displayed
Are your haunting eyes across my page.

I know I can never be with you
For I am one and you are two.
I accept that we will never be,
Perhaps my path is meant to be free.

And I suppose that all I'll ever see displayed
Are your haunting eyes across my page.
Perhaps it's not meant to be
And your face will remain hidden and unseen.

I spied a famished fairy
Cold, skinny, starving
Her feathery wings had lost their sheen
And no shoes were upon her feet.

I brought her in to my sunny room
And sat her on a thimble for a stool.
I fed her bread & butter and fairy cakes
And brought back a smile to her ashen face.

Now she lives in my doll's house
And rides as her steed my pet mouse.
She dresses in gowns of velvet and satin
And is learning to speak French and Latin.

She dines at my table every night,
She savours every morsel - every bite.
Her once ashen face is rosy and cheery
My once famished friend is now a robust fairy!

My heart was crushed as I remembered
Your sweet whispers of nothing that tickled my ear.
A tear drew a crooked path upon my cheek
And I found myself wishing you were here.

I remember the way you touched me
And found my lips smiling at the thought.
I remember too how the lights danced
In your twinkling dark bright eyes.

Do you remember the way my fingers traced
Your tender skin, the outline of your body?
Remember when how we kissed,
Our breath quickened, and it tasted like honey?

Then oneday our happiness was all swept away
And I thought that day my heart would break
As my screams broke the silence -
Even the rose you gave me bled.

I wanted to die when you died,
Wanted to cry till I was dry.
My crushed heart and the bleeding rose
And sweet memories of you are all that's left.

Come swing with me
In the apple orchard beneath the trees,
Where pink and white blossoms
On a summer breeze softly float.

Come swing with me after dark
In the silvery moonlight in the park.
Perhaps we'll steal a kiss or two
When no one's looking at me and you.

Come swing with me after church
In the lea where grows the birch,
Smartly dressed in our sunday best
When everyone else has gone to rest.

Come swing with me
Down at the river beneath the trees,
Where birdsong fills the air
And sunbeams dance on your golden hair.

I want to remember this day always
When you and I went down to the glades
And sat upon our wooden swing
And swung up high like a bird on the wing.

Come swing with me!

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MALICE IN BLUNDERLAND
New born babies are being brutalized by a bastion of bastards and b*****s
S**t I couldn’t do that if I were offered untold riches
All the money in the world couldn’t motivate me to commit such an atrocity
As the blood of beautiful babies flow due to a self-serving monstrosity

I hear of all the babes who are stabbed, shot or beaten to death
The tiny ones who were only recently blessed by their birth’s first breath
But all too soon a baby’s blessing of breath becomes an acerbic curse
When heathens head a hoard of men to codify the madness of a monster or worse

The devil is their kin while hellish horror is their credo and misbegotten belief
Because too many babes are born to be baptized and bastardized by gargantuan grief
It’s a staggering and insipid account I hear far too often
With snapshots in living color of another corpse in a tiny coffin

Infants are instantaneously incinerated when insanity comes quite caustically to call
I just don’t see how you steal a little kid playing football
How the hell they can do it is, fortuitously for me, something I will never understand
While junkies such as myself don’t life a hand
As the unrighteous and unholy ogres who see babes as souls to murder, mutilate and maul
And is there anyone guarding and guiding this all?
Babes birthed by the grandiose and aggrandized are being brutally slain
And their parent’s tears fall like arid tears as does the desert rain
As some heinous individual ignores the severity of a parent’s needs
And thanks to the mortician that babe no longer bleeds
As these
Babes birthed by the grandiose and aggrandized babies are being butchered by brutal brutes with despicable malice
While a mahogany and gold leafed casket becomes an innocent’s eternal chalice
© 2011.…..~Phree!~