MONEY JAR

DVERSE – POETS PUB CHALLENGE: QUADRILLE # 14

Outside her window
sits a jar.
Sheer curtains
sway a silhouette;
laughter becomes
invisible.
She loosens her blouse;
a wink, a lick of those lips,
head tilts towards
to utter jarring words,
‘want to see more?’
‘Yes,’ I growl.
‘Give me all your money.’

Challenge: Write a poem on your blog in exactly 44 words (excluding title) where at least one of the words has to be Jar, remember to link back to dVerse. Visit and get inspired by the other poets, have fun and remember to come back throughout the week to check out if there are any new entries. We will select one of the poems to be included in our upcoming anthology, and if you are selected we will contact you to get your acceptance.

TRIPPY

Falling down man
into the hole –
the void –
while the Greek man
smiles at me –
his Mediterranean
nicotine fingers
like long lashes – strike out
feathering my nose,
his cool waters stroke my toes
sending me –
bursting bubbles into my soul
taking me to the outer planes.
Glide with me Mama
as we sing your song
soaring with the reborn phoenix
bask in the ashes –
of the roach.
We will shed our old skins
against our christening fumes;
twist, turn, do a loop-to-loop
against the grey matter
we will laugh up at the red-orange
honey-brown golden flames
as they twist around our curls
let’s pop shrooms, gulp down
the cleansing grey goose
while shimmin’ with the electrified banshees.
Dip me Mama
hit me Mama.
Slap
smack
bump,
tickle my dark side
Sing Mama, let’s scream,
stir,
swirl the streams –
why cry
drown in this cruel,
dragging world?
Let’s sway as cobras,
wiggle like worms.
Hit me mellow Mama
and let’s sing to the wind.

Buzz Kill

Pig, Fuzz, that’s me strolling the streets
Boots shining, helmet gleaming
Nightstick twirling between the beats

“Wha..? Who is this before me?”

Platform boots, planted
Navy polyester swaying
Afro glimmering in the heat
Lips glossed, glistening

“Mmm, Mmm.”

Hey there groovy mama
Let’s return to my pad and catch a buzz.
Smirks, an angel’s laughter
Share a bong?
Chase the dragon?
Flat foot you crazy.

Lava lamps glowing,
Love beads entwining between our fingers,
Peace signs blanketing the walls.
Flat foot you barmy.

You wear a badge,
Following the law.
I play the skins,

Screaming “Free love.”

Free love, Free love,
I can dig it.
My handcuffs on your wrists,
Melting wax sliding down your thigh.

Copper, stop!

You bum me out.
You flirt,
You tease,

“Dude you are the Establishment.
I’m a flower child.
We will never hang out.”