POEM 101
Devouring You In Poetry**

I awake to tangerine,
red licorice skies
staring at me with
chocolate covered caramel eyes,
creating apple spiced flavored,
cotton candied words
that kaleidoscope
off my tongue,
down my chin
moving my finger tips
to drip
gooey marshmallow
and smiling butterscotch words
across your lavender scented,
sleeping rhythmically
cherry cream *******.
~~~
With desirous morning sighs
your blueberry lips,
and open arms
invite me in;
into your humid jungle folds
to bathe in your gorges
and waterfalls,
unleashing my coppery nouns,
my amethyst adjectives
into your liquid opal synonyms,
devouring me in your rich tones
of ****** poetry.
~~~
With our metaphors
deliciously spent,
and a golden sun
rising toward the moon,
you nestle even closer
and whisper
in alive, wild poppy hues,
“tonight, my love, fill me with haiku,
as I come to you in sonnets.

Aztec Warrior 12.11.15

The keyboard stares silently.
Fingers rest motionless
awaiting the profound revelation
worthy of their grand coordination.

My mind's eye searches-
comes up empty and lacking.
"The Poet's Curse."
Worthless mundane thoughts,
nothing to touch the soul
to shed a single tear,
nor lift a tattered heart to glory.

A scene from, "Naked Lunch"...
A beaten, decrepit, typewriter
that talks, sharing its dark secrets.
Exuding a white slimy paste,
opening doorways to psychedelic journeys.
Freeing thought to drift without direction
through otherwise closed portals,
attaining free forms yet undreamed...

Could I be so lucky?

Alas...this is reality.
Frustration ends this session in failure,
blame is easy to place.
This cursed typewriter stares back,
not a blessed sound.

Perhaps I should have kept my day job.

©  S.Loeding
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My guitar is my voice
My lyrics my leads
Singing and dancing
Sets my heart free

In the kichen
I'm a star
At the party
Open mic's
At the bar

I can't sing
But I sure can play
Karaoke singers
Trying to get laid


Like a howling wind
My guitar whispers and moans
Unlike the Wilburys
I travel alone

And play-on I shall
With the coming of night
With the stars all in motion
Creativity in flight...

"I give" says the quitter
As she throws the ball away
A sigh comes from the one who cares
Cuz there's nothing left to say...

On bleeds the ***** dancer
For she seeks the serpent's kiss
To wash away these stains of time
Held clenched within her fist...

A stone tossed in life's battle
Had drawn her innocent blood
Silenced by the alpha's roar
The game of push and shove...

And so comes the blind one
Who shall led her to her fall
Into that pit, it seems so fit
It's the one that no one saw...

Only then does it come so clear
Don't fear those sticks and stones
It's the lies that consume us
When our hearts start to roam...