I Love Lists

Lists,

I love lists

Lists about life
Lists about love
Lists about lists
Lists about me
Lists about friends
Lists about family
about booze, food and fun
about gardening, swimming, sunning, sailing,
about kissing
about LOVE LOVE LOVE
whether to be or not to be
about questions and answers
about…. you get the gist of this list
Pros and cons lists
To do lists
Not to do lists

lists
lists
lists

Fun with words, language and lists

Enjoy…feel free to comment and add yours…

Kiss

Stirring
Pursed
Expectant
Parted
Breathy
Anticipation
Tender
Assumption
Supposition
Flexibility
Beating
Eager
Pink
Subtle

Yielding
Pliable
Pleading
Covetous
Grasping
Vapors
Appeal
Pink
Frost
Liquid
Haze
Steamy
Fluid
Blush
Ignite
Molten
Pink

Lingering
Hunger
Pierces
Permeates
Penetrates
Pink
Orange
Lava
Courses
Fire
Translates
Red

Beginnings

The submission guidelines for the online journal explained that they like poems.  Poems that are different, dark, light, tight, poems that might make them laugh, cry, scream, feel, think.  Poems that do not start with you drinking coffee, but you can prove us wrong. 

I’d like to prove them wrong. I’d like to write a poem about me sipping my coffee maybe on a cool morning that will make them laugh, cry, scream, feel, think, or just crave a cup of coffee.  I could write about my coffee, how rich it is and how good it tastes because I’m overlooking the Caribbean on a rainy day. I could write about my coffee, how black it is and how hot and how it burnt my tongue and how I should have waited before drinking it and how I remember so many other times I have been burnt.

Instead I thought about beginnings.

 

The weather

It’s hot
It’s cold
It’s foggy
It’s raining … again

 

 

ING’s

I’m drinking coffee
I’m eating
I’m breathing
I’m sipping
I’m kissing
I’m fucking
I’m walking
Talking
Chewing gum
I’m drinking coffee
I’m drinking booze
I’m drinking coffee…black or with cream and sugar

It’s what we do

Writers
Poets
People
Artists
Directors
Photographers
Students
Business people
Homemakers
Moms
Dads
Its what we do
Its how we start

We Begin

Maybe they want

William Carlos Williams
Simple
Color
Clear
Language
Plums not coffee
White ceramic bowl
Not cup
Ice box
Not fridge

 

Lord Byron

 

They might want

Shall I compare thee to a summer day? 

Let us go you and I.

 

Or maybe

I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked.

I celebrate myself, and sing myself,

What about

I have gone out, possessed witch,

He came home. Said nothing.

 

Ahhh but these beginnings have already been written…