Carpe Diem's Tan Renga Challenge #19, Garry Gay's "Halloween Night" Halloween night-- the fisherman dressed as a scarecrow--- Garry Gay ~~~   clown on all fours dog in my hammock  candy corn rancid ~~~  Carpe Diem's Tan Renga                         Copyright © 2013 SaFire

Haiku Heights #304 - Clouds Clouds Wind gust shadows bound Creeping pass radiance face  sky dolphins at play Copyright © 2013 SaFire

In the gentle breath of a evening breeze She beckons me home. Like a moth To the flame, I have no choice but To follow her course.  Her scent in the evening stirs my need to remembered hours  spent within her loving shadows Though my path may falter, detours abound, she has Stood as my lighthouse in dangerous waters. I see her above all others, standing tall Another gust, green leaves sway the sycamore  waves my welcome home Copyright © 2013 SaFire

  This is my place to meditate to excavate and educate while I rejuvenate  I reverberate, nature Tessellate never discriminate I celebrate my seasons all    Overate, Spring underrate, Winter Yet each a necessitate in the process of this replica   Copyright © 2013 SaFire

 He watches A silhouette in the night A faceless shadow standing At the foot of her bed He stares at her sleeping.  The rise and fall of her breathing  Hypnotizes the Sandman    even in the darkness He sees her clearly His beloved nightingale Her exotic lines speaks to him    feminine curves excites   Causes his phantom urges to ignite He longs to touch her His delicate flower To taste her moist lips bath in the warmth of her arms and  be baptize in the feeling of her soft wetness He stares

    A sudden clap of thunder   in the far distance Pieced the stillness of the cloudless skies  And scattered away my butterflies  I stepped forward With blue above and below and took the dive  Reaching high for The yonder in the skies I took flight in a mid-air Summer delight Twisting and turning A somersault that caught the wind I turned and plunged right in   Giggly I submerged into the cold depths below with pointed toe and dare I say, as I emerged   eager do it all over again

The world is looking pretty good on this side of hell It's kind of rough on this side of heaven I wonder what purgatory is like in the shadows of pain and delight? Will it quench my appetite In the absence  of a charmed life? Copyright © 2013 SaFire

  I love you   Why do you push me away?  Absent, pain, it's torture  Do you love me,   you not care?  Is pain loves purpose?  I am still devotee  now with  this confusion  You snatched it away  love you see blooming  Good then scary  Acceptance  Scary then good  Blooming see, you love  away it snatched you  confusion this with now  Devotee, still am I  Purpose loves pain is  Care, not you me?  Love you do?  Torture, it's pain absent  Away me push you?  Do, why?  You love I

I feel like a silhouette a shadow of myself Disfigured in outline a shape not defined Just a line in profile Shapes in shades of grey outside myself, I see my silhouette, it feels as if I'm not here

You keep telling me what I’ve already  heard no matter what you say They ain’t nothing but words The truth might be in them and they probably make sense to you I just know how they make me feel I know what’s real, but you keep talking Your persistent buzzing, in my left ear, is like   a fly trying to escape from a closed window You can take just so much of that noise before you either let it out or kill the fucker SO SHUT THE FUCK UP!

Libro de Poesía - 12 poemas estructurados en estrofas de cuatro versos de temática existencialista. Poetry Book - 12 poems structured in quatrains expressing existentialist topics.

Poemario acerca de la condición humana.

This is not a Song Poem, music was added as an afterthought... (she) In slow motion he walks up to me and softly grasp my hand, His eyes falls deep into mines, putting my mind in the internal depths of time, My clothes fall gingerly to the floor, as my body stands still as in a time warp, His eyes motion my hands to undress him; his cloths seem to dissipate in the air as our eyes fall deep into each other, until they see an infinite love of affection, Body’s touch, lips press together. "My bre

Body of uncovered flesh exit the steam of the bathroom into the master bedroom, As it wondered, its eyes notice a red knitted shirt lying across the bed, Fingertips touch its softness, then lift it up and pull it over its head As it falls over her face she smells his manly scent, and the lingering scent of his cologne, She inhales deeply as she pulls it all the way over her head The shirt felt soothing against her naked flesh, She steps in front of the mirror and admire how it clings to the cur

Soft thick cotton robe loosely hugs my body, Panties and bra were not an option, Popcorn, recliner, loud TV, takes over my lazy day, Eyes quickly fail me, as my body goes into total relax Legs fly into air into a V, Coming to a rest over his shoulders, Hard hot tip of a tongue suddenly force open my folds, Stiffness grip my hips, as a deep moan of approval rushes past parted lips He is suppose to be at work rush through my mind, Damn, his tongue is hot as hell, interrupts my thoughts,

Taboo is want lovers do, When they are alone, In the dark of night, And passion urges call They do not think of, Right nor wrong, They just react to the moment And when that moment is fulfilled with shear blissful pleasure, They wonder, want took them so long, To acknowledge passion Taboo ...  Check out Poetic Estrus Monday Taboo ... http://sexualmusingofpoeticestrus.blogspot.com/ 1Manview © 1999 – 2012

<http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gFFO1uzQ04Q/TuvJFmACQQI/AAAAAAAABOs/wAW_7jiFKBQ/s1600/backdoorenticed_.jpg> A quick tug to open his belt is felt, ZZZZZzzip rings into my ear, as his zipper is pulled rapidly downward, the weight of his trousers hitting the kitchen floor is heard Knees weaken as the mushroom tip of his manhood daps on the moisture clinging to my swollen lips, My dew is slowly swirled on his manly tip, then its slid up and down my buttocks crack, intentionally slowly opening my crack up

<http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9RKfDKe1UYQ/TueJOELYzUI/AAAAAAAABOg/PxSlPe_OL7s/s1600/Enticed%2B1.jpg> Sunshine filters through the windowpanes, Waking me up from a most delicious coital dream Smell of Brazilian Coffee entice my senses But the need of my morning body stretch, motivates my tight sluggish body out the warmth of my bed There he stands next to the coffee pot, All so handsome with his long strong pliable fingers, I lean my lethargic body next to his and look intensely into his eyes, He re

<http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j1b-qHCJvdY/Tov237L7V1I/AAAAAAAABHM/L7KDQDecBrk/s1600/platano-boca%2Bpondering%2B.jpg> I had thoughts of you last night, I thought of your scent, As my nostrils came close to your presence I thought of your texture, As your length invaded the heated wetness of my mouth I thought of your girth, As your length vanished between the soft firm touch of my lips I thought of the swollen head of your elongated length As my lungs gaged for air, as It reached into the back of my

En principio es una pequeña obra poética. Trata de un joven que plasma liricamente su desamor en versos, y relata algunos hechos importantes en su vida. pero además hay un enigma secreto en toda la obra. ¿Podrás descubrirlo?