Posted in Pen it! on July 7, 2008 | No Comments »
There’s a lamb with glittering black wool…
A PRIZED lamb is she.
She frisks…
and she prances
and does huge “n”s across the meadows,
clicking her hooves together as she leaps into the air.
Much loved is this PRIZED lamb,
And this little lamb loves much.
She would feed on lush green grass,
contented one…
Drink from clear still waters
and play from dawn to dusk.
One [...]
Posted in Pen it! on April 7, 2008 | No Comments »
A gift box with Barbie…
Ribbons in her hair
Sparkling eyes, chiseled face
A pretty dress
adorned with lace
In excitement, little girl ran…
“Oh Mummy Mummy
Look at Barbie~
I love Barbie
And my Barbie loves me!”
And then she found
0-7-6-1
A tiny little latch
in the small of her back
And realized with surprise: Barbie came preset!
Meant for adults
Originally so
But she fidgeted with it
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And poor Barbie, [...]
Posted in Pen it! on March 31, 2008 | No Comments »
It twirls you round and round
And you cannot tell
Left, right
Or right from left…
Beginning from end…
End from beginning
Eh … Is there an end…?
For it twirls you round and round
And you cannot tell
Right from left
Or left from right…
Wait a minute,
What’s right…?
For it twirls you round and round
And you cannot tell
Wait a second…
What can’t i tell…?
It’s just twirling [...]
Posted in Pen it! on March 17, 2008 | No Comments »
Broken fan, the blades cracked, the power cord frayed.
The blades are not moving, she said.
Unhooked the wire mask and gave a swipe…
The blades rattled a few clumsy rounds and came to a standstill.
She asked, Why doesn’t it move?
… Why doesn’t it?
… … …Why doesn’t it?
… … … … …Why doesn’t it?
… … … … … [...]
Posted in Girlfriend Kai, Pen it! on February 11, 2008 | No Comments »
Her silhouette drew closer…
… slowly…
… slowly…
Into illumination-
Dim…
Soft…
Eyes-
Brown jade pupils…
Soulful depths
Piercing, Searching…
… into…
… beyond…
Closer…
… and closer…
Kisses-
Not mere kisses…
A dance of two.
Butterflies. Perky. Light.
Segued into fervent locking;
Stealing your very breath.
Feel. Provoke. Titillate.
Every touch a song of worship
Fingers and hair errant; rhythmic.
… Rhythm… Rhythm…
The moment tenses-
…
…
…
The silent aura of a sophisticated mafia;
The galvanic spirit of a frolicsome fawn.
Enmeshed [...]
Posted in Girlfriend Kai, Pen it! on October 2, 2007 | No Comments »
Lure me onto the pedestal…
Where aura and aura intermingle…
Where bodies gyrate and tremble…
Where the beat goes on like ever…
Ensnare with those curves… so sexy…
Entice with eyes of desire… oh so steely…
Enchant with lips of mystery…
Enthrall with arms of purposed destiny…
Dance with me, galvanic dancer…
Draw the stagnant bar stool-er…
Propel the effervescent mover…
Bag the reserved lover…
Posted in Pen it! on August 14, 2007 | No Comments »
She mocks herself…
She… who’s so elevated
Upon the moral high horse.
She… the most ardent advocate
Of values… rigid values… ossified
has failed to fathom her inner-most…
Thoughts… when unsuppressed…
can drown with their sheer complexity.
Impractical complexity…
Reluctant complexity…
A silent shriek of horror
of self-disdain and disgust
dawned with growing awareness
And of utter bewilderment
and exasperation…
that the very flesh of her…
Putrid…
Impossible to explicate…
She doesn’t know [...]
Posted in Pen it! on August 14, 2007 | No Comments »
I miss…
The words reverberate within.
I miss…
The core of me misses…
Smile, voice…
The way you call…
Drown, divert, fill…
Inundate my senses..
But images rebound
with a vengence.
… haunt me
at my weakest,
there.
Strong…
That… i thought… was me.
But no.
Facade.
A facade… that’s what it is.
A veneer of absolute determination;
A platina of feigned nonchalance
over flesh that hurts and peels…
… slowly…
… Slowly… peels away…
layer… upon layer… [...]
Posted in Past, Pen it! on August 2, 2007 | No Comments »
The object…
She has no mind of her own.
She…
goes wherever others dictate.
Because she is an object…
She has no mind of her own.
The object…
An item off the shelf.
Only a person of caliber can reach her
Treasured she is.
Her owner sees her as precious..
A cherished thing she is.
Precious
.
.
Object… nonetheless.
The object is beautiful…
She glistens.
Her owner takes great pride in her.
The [...]
Posted in Faith, Pen it! on June 26, 2007 | No Comments »
You hold my hand in Yours,
You said i am going to be okay.
You will never leave me;
You will never forsake me-
I am going to be okay!
I hide in the safety of Your shadows…
I boldly dance before Your throne…
I play little tricks on You…
And laugh when You know.
You walk down this winding path before…
You said i am [...]
Posted in Past, Pen it! on June 1, 2007 | No Comments »
I see you…
There you are…
Touseled hair
falling over your pointed face;
Lashes at rest… upon your eyelids;
Serenity permeates the air…
Strong broad shoulders…
… the smooth of your back
continuous, distinct
… Sliding over the length of your torso
… lingering at your waist
… and below…
The inverted triangle.
The grainy black jeans hanging low,
a white belt in sharp contrast…
modest little pieces that broke [...]
Posted in Past, Pen it! on April 17, 2007 | No Comments »
She perched at the edge…
Her eyes,
as if veiled with a mist…
It speaks Intensity.
Her body, sculpted.
Bracing for swiftness…
The pulsing predator;
and the ready prey.
Come upon me…
Play the Cat and Mouse game.
Never a predator so enticing,
A prey so willing…
Forget the hands ticking by,
For here, lovelier beckon:
Smothering curves,
Velvety and smooth.
Come into me…
Grounds unexplored;
An adventure guaranteed;
Hankering for more…
Like an adroit [...]
Posted in Past, Pen it! on March 12, 2007 | No Comments »
In the physical…
How on earth
did you think
you are second best?
When you have
the sunniest smile
I have seen in years…
And i told you so.
When you have such pretty eyes
a sweet pointed face…
I told you so.
And that body…
Tall, athletic
Lean and sleek…
… I told you so.
I told you over and over.
Did i not
tell you so?
Posted in Past, Pen it! on March 11, 2007 | No Comments »
I do pack everything away
the instance i hit home:
the fruits into the fridge;
the towels into the closet;
ring the keys in the usual;
the wallet in that corner.
she do dump everything on the desk:
i know where everything is
as long as you don’t pack it.
the bin is overflowing
oh, never mind
i will press it down tight..
and there, we can [...]
Posted in Past, Pen it! on February 25, 2007 | No Comments »
I love my clothes pegs.
Never mind that they cost
A dollar for eight pegs…
i am very highly extremely
possessive of my pegs!
I do count them over and over
to make sure there’s two of the same color.
If one shall go missing,
I’ll check the washing
To make sure it’s
back with its brother.
To stop the landlord
From tainting my pretty pegs,
I contemplated [...]
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