brother, lost love, truth,
by James Sessions |
In slumber I lay on white sheets in the barn.
Sweet thoughts of a lover from which I am torn.
I can still smell the scent of her soft fragrant hair.
To my side I find that my Cougar is there.
Calmly he paces.
He claws at my arm to warn me, beware!
The ghost that is floating just feet in the air!
I leap to my feet, my lover is gone, the sorrow I feel will forever live on.
I run to the woods and I turn to see that the ghost is closing in on me!
Only a face, just mouth, just eyes.
But calmness comes over me as I realize,
The ghost is my brother
How is this so?
Perhaps it is love he is trying to show.
by Brian Moore |
betrayal, break up, feelings, heartbreak, lost love, marriage, sad love,
Beautiful woman by my side
Soul and body coincide
I love you way too much sometimes
Or perhaps it's not enough
Back when you were my blushing bride
We both were sorely terrified
The kids, the house and minivan
The years flew by in a flash
Then came the day when you walked out
For another your love poured out
Shelter elsewhere you would seek
In the arms of a younger man
I rise up early in my bed
Music playing in my head
What was the tune you used to sing?
So sweetly to my ears
"I would never love another
'Cuz you're the Dad and I'm the Mother"
But your heart was turned astray
By the face of a younger man
by jack horne |
my wife the cougar
Sue was forty when we met
I was twenty three
By Jack Horne for Dr Ram’s Cougar Effect contest
by mike dailey |
childhood, fantasy, love, passion, romance
There once was this gal – much older
And I being young but bolder
Took hold of her hand
Said I am your man
But she gave me the old cold shoulder
Now I – being not a quitter
Thought how am I going to get her
I must make her mine
The very next time
My parents get a baby sitter
Written - 6/19/11 by mdailey
For Dr. Mehta's contest - Cougar Effect
by Johnny Sumler |
loveold, love, old,
Madame, thou art mature and must I say...
Thy wine is old and pleasing to the taste
The love you give to me no one could weigh
Yet eyes eavesdrop on evenings we embrace
Your years above my age is their distaste
For you came like a cougar in the night
Desires upon my flesh you did delight
After our lips would play and kiss with tongue
We lay in love and looking in the light
You would say I was old and she was young
by stephanie hanvey |
beautiful, change, journey, romantic, sensual, sexy, woman,
I am a lonely middle aged woman looking for love, I open my heart and yet I get shoved, I dabble in lust, I keep my kind soul hidden with trust, I am hoping to find true love, since my first has gone above, I now feel consumed with loneliness, my heart tormented by an iron fist, I am not being true to myself, it seems that I have become someone else, I forgot who I use to be, my sinful pleasures are overpowering me, my sexual desires testing me, I am a cougar, let me out of this cage and set me free.
by kash poet |
He was much younger
she caught him in love-net,
though her History was older
the stage perfectly set.
Geography and Chemistry
they must had studied well,
they were in a love spree
married life never failed.
So let it be Cougar
age not so important,
Chemistry is the factor
for marriage fulfilment.
© kashinath karmakar ( 24th June 2011)
Placement: 4th ;(July 2011)
Sponsor:Dr. Ram Mehta
by John Monteblanco |
confusion, loveme, old, me, old,
I'm fire and you're ice.
Saw your frozen heart, so I did what I do best- I set it on fire.
You told me you could drive no parent needed.
You told me we could be friends and never have to tell anybody.
You lied to me when you said you were twice my age, but at least now I know I'm not
dating a 28-year old woman.
How old are you? Nineteen, twenty, twenty-one?
You're eighteen with a body of a Greek goddess and lips as full as the night's moon.
I'm still young, but so are you. How is this going to work out?
Is this true love or the Cougar Effect?
by Jack Reed |
confusion, life, love, mystery, passion, fantasy,
As my lovers screams my heart always shatter.
Eye's turned red holding back crystal's of a spatter.
As she is willing to never listen to reason.
Always defensive thinking of a treason.
As the full moon rise then the gravity pulls.
Crashing waves of high tide the hatefulness unfolds.
The Illumination of the moonlight sparks do shine.
As lovers greed we eventually start grinding.
Like the magic cougar when I stalk my pray.
Soon there will be nothing for me to love away.
Confusion in my head always needing to be free.
The only way out is my personal poetry.
Sex and fantasy has always been overrated.
When fantasy comes it is always has been forsaken.
by jamfox rock |
abuse, addiction, america, anger, angst,
i feel sick.
the things i don't want to do, i do,
and the things i want to do, i do them, but with much delay.
i looked you in the eye with pain,
but you turned my emotions away for personal gain,
forcing yourself upon me like a cougar to it's prey.
i'll love you,
i love you,
i Loved you.
we can play hide and seek forever,
or i can give myself away,
but if i do not eat, i hunger.
and so, i hunger.
how could i ever compare my beauty to a rose?
by Paul Beadnall |
Love is what it is no matter what
take no notice of what people have got
to say `cos if they do mind
their eyes are wide shut and totally blind
by Mario Perez |
This cougar is about 5"4.
Everytime she leaves, I want more.
Before I can open my mouth she is out the door.
She is older than my mother.
Make me feel like no other.
I'm scared to lose my best lover.
I don't care about the age because its just a number.
She is only in town for the summer.
I'm falling for her everytime and I feel dumber..
I guess I'm addicted to older women.
Thank you Jesus Amen-Mario Perez
by Janet Bingham |
best friend, death, farewell, friendship, hope, relationship, true love,
She was a virgin,
the eyes of men.
He noticed her smile.
He never asked where she'd been.
They remained friends
until the last leaf.
They knew love's beauty;
its longing, sorrow, and grief.
Decay stalks the dead
like a cougar proud and lean
while under snow in the forest,
they dream imaginative dreams.
A cold wind blows leaves
over their caskets dim;
and then there is silence
in remembrance of them.
does not perish all alone.
It whispers through the forest:
"I love you. You are my own."
Janet Marie Bingham
by Ryan Stokes |
forgiveness, thank you,
he has the moves that could stop a moving cougar,
i love him more than life,
let me witness him in my boosem,
and sleep on my cheast
by Melani Udaeta |
Some things are more than
Some stuff sparkles more than
A joyous dolphin in a clean
the sight of a cougar,
thought to be extinct
the thunder of peace
invading the anger of war
A patient in pain and ill
getting better fast;
They don't fear a bill
Two people making a
commitment to one another,
And all that matters is their
love for each other
Some stuff sparkles more than
Some things are more than