Month: June 2015
poem- in a minute
In a minute
we can rage
strife chagrin
strife mend
In a minute
all can change
life begin
life end.
In a minute
In a second
Breath
Gone.
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RIP Mickey. Can’t believe it.
(We lost one of our former grads today. 😥 )
Make Me
Make Me
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A cafe outing,
short skirt with no panties,
Oak table,
With a rose.
She teases me with her toes,
Seductively rubbing
The tension,
Grows.
Together we depart,
Hailing a cab,
Caressing,
My trousered length.
The drivers eyes diverting,
Just out of sight,
I’m almost,
Spent.
Finally we arrive home,
I open the door,
She grabs,
My tie.
Passionately she then reaches,
Gasping my hair,
I’m forced,
Between thigh.
Amidst our lust frenzy,
We then stumble,
Before falling,
Upon the stairs.
Forcing my hand to comfort,
Beneath her skirt,
Gently,
She unfolds.
Her delicate lips moistened,
Wrapped around my knuckle,
Before she,
Surrounds my wrist.
She cries with unbridled passion,
With aching song pleasure,
Vigorously,
Unleashing me.
Her muffled moans leak,
Resonating deep,
Around my,
Unleashed girth.
Rolling upon her back,
Shoulders upon the steps,
Her thighs,
Restrict me.
I plunge my steady length,
Deep within,
Her surging,
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Summer Air
Sweet summer air,
Barely noticed you there,
‘Til chill down my spine,
Our senses intertwine.
That sensual blast,
Forever may it last,
Neck to my hips,
Across sensitive lips.
Thirst consumes me,
Scent so heavenly,
Soul drawn to you,
Unsure what to do.
You detect my nerves,
Cautiously you observe,
Under taint of your eye,
I crumble between thighs.
We walk gentle pasture,
Your sun adorned posture,
Nothing on earth it seems,
Could further weaken my knees.
Drifting stride by stride,
Swimming with your tide,
We cast eye across the land,
Gently you grasp my hand.
As the sun settles above,
Peaceful as a white dove,
You become my only fare,
Amidst that sweet summer air.
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(C) 2015 PJ Bayliss
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Jealous Rainbows is one of many romance poems available in my book titled Restraint.
Available on my author page at Amazon.com
JEALOUS RAINBOWS
JEALOUS RAINBOWS
I imagine rainbows,
Would be jealous of you,
For having so much beauty,
Hidden in plain view.
You do not need showers,
To come outside and play,
Your beauty is abundant,
Throughout the night and day.
Never needing sunlight,
Glowing in the dark,
With your golden radiance,
Emitting from your heart.
Rainbows may have shoulders,
But they cannot give a hug,
Nor arms to hold and nurture,
The ones you truly love.
Yes rainbows must be jealous,
From their reds to their blues,
Maybe that is why they’re crying,
And always following you.
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(C) 2015 PJ Bayliss
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Jealous Rainbows is one of many romance poems available in my book titled Absence.
Available on my author page at Amazon.com
Runaway Tide
I still feel drawn towards the fleeing tide
All these years and nothing has changed
The Lady of the Sea arrives in her glory
Only to once again run away and hide
I chase forever it seems to keep her near
As the promise of the steady surf fools me
I believe she will stay high upon the shore
Yet again she steals away at sunsets clear
Her arrival sees me once more at her side
Immersing myself in her unending beauty
Wishing upon sea stars that she will remain
To forever be this Mountains lovely bride
I cannot help but think, we were meant to be
Her gentle shoreline softly meets the rocks
While her waves kiss my steady ruggedness
I ache to become one with my magical sea
Alas I am again reminded far, far too soon
That our bliss is only just a brief encounter
She must be going now and slowly pulls away
Gleaming beauty…
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The Dream Is Life
Floating not falling
Only to fall when the floating stops
Chased by the unseen
Running but never getting away
Time is running out
Yet I have all the time in the world
The sun rises
But is only the moon in disguise
Confusion reigns supreme
As certainty is the most real understanding
Castle walls
Crumble away leaving cardboard shacks
Penniless
I possess the wealth of kings
Lack of choice
Creates endless possibilities
Pleasure abounds
As pain becomes unbearable
I feel alone
While surrounded by the masses
Darkness envelops
As rays of light pierce my soul
Doors close
As I race through openings
Sewn shut
I fall through a hole in the sky
Slumber ends
As this dream begins again
The Tree
This simple thing seemingly forgotten
So taken for granted and overlooked
Nature’s stunning beauty represented
In every root, branch, flower, and nook
Crooked and gnarled as it stretches
Reaching out for mysteries unseen
Rough and rugged beauty grasping
Seeking knowledge in where it’s been
It envies the bird for its lofty flight
As it is cursed to stand forever still
Baring witness to all that surrounds
Then left alone in darkened icy chill
It sees the owl and covets it’s wisdom
Hears the lark and wishes to also sing
Seeing not the stunning beauty grown
And the uniqueness only it can bring
It is present when the Gods are crying
At hand as fire lights the morning sky
Rooted deep in loamy earthen reality
Unknowingly strong, infinitely high
It’s blossoms open and scent the air
While the world around goes ever on
Sweet aroma from such sturdy timber
Such tender grace from twisted brawn
Crossroads
Here I stand again
On the edge of a new beginning
Past regrets and indiscretions loom large
As they whisper in my ear the things I cannot change
Here I stand again
As I have so many times before
Looking into the jaws of uncertainty with wonder
Not knowing if the road I am about to take will set me free
Here I stand again
Left with a new and overwhelming choice
One not to ever be taken lightly or made foolishly
A decision that could make or break the strongest of free wills
Once again I stand
Looking into the beckoning distance
Each direction giving no hint of what mysteries reside
I am captured in the time and space between the here and now
Once again I stand
With only my solitary heart to guide me
Finding trust in such a fragile yet unstoppable force
Is much easier when matters such as this are emotionally unburdened
Once…
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Vagrant Poetry 