Uniquely Creative & Short Poems by: Gregory Smitheman & Friends

His Body, Long and Lean His body, long and lean, lounged against the bar.Smoke smoldered from his lidded eyesHe beckoned with his look ---A piercing sear with unrequited lust.I understood his gaze.Such sinuous, sensational sentinels.I saw his jeans stretch across them and lingerTaunt and beckoning.I understood their yearning.What coincidence of time and space?What would I gain -- or loose to run his race?To leave my world behind and bend toward his?I understood the risk to be taken.Come...

New Perceptions My life today is from decisions once made Resentment and Rejection has been long over-played The secret to life, I've yet to find Learned to speak the truth, What's on my mind. It is what it is; I've made an effort to be found, Keep my head outa my ass, and my feet on the ground To have many friends as never before In some ways we all can relate No one to judge, or even keep score One of my newest friends is full of joy She makes my heart flutter, better play it coy Having her i

His Body, Long and Lean His body, long and lean, lounged against the bar.Smoke smoldered from his lidded eyesHe beckoned with his look ---A piercing sear with unrequited lust.I understood his gaze. His legs lent themselves to touch-Such sinuous, sensational sentinels.I saw his jeans stretch across them and lingerTaunt and beckoning.I understood their yearning. What chance our encounter?What coincidence of time and space?What would I gain -- or loose to run his race?To leave my world behind and bend toward his?I understood the risk to be taken. The muscles on his chest and arms beckoned meCome

Sorry to break from the norm but I just had to get in a "plug" for my new website. Come and see ElitePublishings.com; A Tennessee based graphic design firm! Also we are in need of some more creative poetry submissions! Please E-mail your submissions to ElitePublishings@Gmail.com. Don't forget to include a picture, prefered colors, and a link to your site. Thanks, Smitty

WORDS So many words just floating around, like spectres on the prowl. Pick a handful and see what's there, Slowly open the fingers son none will escape. The one that gets away may be the one you want. Make sentences out of the floating words: paragraphs, essays, and books. The choices are unlimited: the words are free. If there is one you do not want-- turn it loose. It may be the one I need. By: Mary Jo Holder

Now It Doesn't Matter An orb of iridescent light striding off into the dark of night Glances down at the spots on the ebony cloak it has donned tonight. Some specks of cosmic dust is all, so small as not to matter. No time to pause and flick them off, It will have to wait til later. Each insignificant little speck, in it's own elliptical path, felt smug in thinking it the leader. The atmosphere around their world neglected for so long was to be their biggest downfall The cloak is shook,...

The Cracked Window He peered through the grimy,cracked window. The cracks--an intricate spiderweb pattern, let him view the world through many eyes, each view distorted and no two views the same. The same scene-- different perspective. His view dulled by the grime on the window, colored his world a washed-out array of water colors. Once vivid and new--now a hazy, smudge in his eyes. The same scene -- different perspectives. By: Mary Jo Holder

Yoda's word for the day Calm is the way of the force,peace is the way of it is,always in motion, completing its course,perfection is the goal of this spirit. Learning its will, waiting until the force speaks, the mind is but an ear,looking not back, but forward, be still,for your ally is here, do not fear,love is the way of it, always one is harmony. Together are they, do you not see?Can they walk together unless they agree? Use the force, take hold of your destiny. Consider the force as the door to eternity. Darryl William Crawford

A FRIEND IS FOREVER A moment of silence, no need for advertisement, a hand stretched forth, without judgment of course. There is no place for pride, where a friend resides, some secrets are shared, to only those ones who care. Love is the evidence, so we can not pretend this pre-tense, a movement of the soul, each desiring to make each whole. Forgiveness is nothing new, this isbound to keep us true. A cry is never a surprise, when you realize your true prize, that you have a friend, who loves without end. How do you know who is your friend? TIME

TRAVAIL OF A FROG"There were two frogs.Planned to enter a dwelling,In quest of some eatables. There was a big milk vessel,In front of the rear door,Of that sweet home. The houseowner was waiting for,The fermentation of the boiled milk,Inside the vessel. Both the frogs,Being unaware of this,Just jumped into the vessel. The first one decided,Its very arduous to escape,And died without proper breathe. But the second frog had the grit,To fight against,As far as possible. By its frequent shake of the vessel,Fermentation quickly happened,And the butter floated on the vessel’s top. The frog

THE JOURNEY OF LIFE Once upon a time,I was alone on a train journey. Initially,i felt tough. But, i sang a song of my own, To get rid of being alone, With the aid of my ringtone! Later,I got a friend,To love till my end,Who never allow my heart to bend, Whom the God has sent ! Then only I realised,The Journey of life. It may be too short or long, We may reach the destination,Or meet with an accidentIn between! The most interesting journey, In which,we don’t know,What happens in the next...

MY EXPECTATIONS It was my fault,To expect my parents,To bring me up in the way,In which I love to live! It was my blunder,To expect my pets,To play with me in the custom,In which I prescribe them! It was my mistake,To expect my friends,To share with me everything, Which I do with them!It was my flaw,To expect my society,To behave in an adjusting manner,In which I am accustomed to! But,now I decided,To adjust with them all,Not only to earn their love,But also to know myself! By: R.AARTHIKA From India

Long Road Smell of freedom still in my mindI’ll use this time to sit back & unwind Certainly not visible what the future will holdI know when I get out it’s sure to be coldI missed my birthday & surely HalloweenBut I’ll be home for the thanksgiving sceneIt’s only September 12, some time to goUse my time wisely, and got some writing to showI talked to my mother, the first time in a whileShe told me she missed me and that made me smileCan’t wait to go to her & see new thingsHave a mess of sodas and grub on some wings Jail PoemsBy: Gregory Smitheman Also if you liked my creativeness

THORNY SPELL OF NATURE What is this life? Very fussy and hasty ! Human fails to splash-out, With the astounding elegance of Nature ! What is this life ? Very cruel and evil ! Human fails to lookafter, The Assets of the beloved Nature ! Alas..! Look at the destiny..! Human are the devil, Who kills the Treasure of Nature, Which gives Pleasure to them! You Chirpy Nature, I promise you, I will make this Mankind, Feel your fondness for them…! By: R.AARTHIKA From India

DRIZZLING RAIN Once on a Cloudy day, With the choppy thunder,And with the flashing Lightning, I saw you …I saw you…. Once on a Muddy day,With the sandy scent,And with the tapping windows, I felt you….I felt you…. But, On a Sunny day,With the prickly climate,And with the itching sweat, I missed you….I missed you…. YOU Drizzling Rain !Whenever I feel alone,You fell down here,To cheer me up ! By: R.AARTHIKA From India