by Poet Destroyer A |
Categories:
beach, passion, romance,
.
Spicy experiment!
Victoria secret bra
Love, toy with hidden pleasure
sweet surrender to my taste
grenade ecstasy.
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Spicy taboo!
Sticky forbidden kisses
buffalo breath down my neck
leak like a water faucet
time to get a fix.
~•~
by Antony Glaser |
Categories:
appreciation,
A slough of love
serenading moonlight
A snowball chance in a dream
Buffalo riders playing rodeo
A lovers touch in spring
petrified on time
Absent friends
on the wreath of time
by Tim Smith |
Categories:
love,
Breathless beauty shine bright tonight
my loving arms will hold you tight
no wind, no storm, no evil tide
will whisk you away from my side
I'll fly you to a land where eagles soar
where mountains climb from the shore
guide you to a meadow where nature plays
where geysers spout most every day
show you a place where the buffalo roam
where a simple man can make a home
we'll sail the sea under star filled skies
gazing deeply into those caramelized eyes
we'll have no worries, we'll be carefree
so take my hand and grow old with me
by Doyi Lani |
Categories:
freedom, hope, journey, native american, peace, visionary,
The path started concrete in the land of the dead,
Step by step it turned to the color of red,
Tired eyes gaze upon a river turned black,
Cries of the buffalo there is no going back.
Step by step towards an end unknown,
Mile by mile, back to the past, it has come and gone,
Machine respirators now line the earth,
Keeping alive the very thing they hurt.
Red path warrior keep the vision clear,
In beating heart keep love near,
Narrow the gates and narrow the road,
This red path will lead you to a place called home.
by Rollo West |
Categories:
love, passion,
Thunder roars on plain
Not thunder storm, but
Hooves Of buffalo
by Ian Howard |
Categories:
native american, time,
Great Spirit Buffalo
I would love to lock horns with you
Oh mighty Spirit Buffalo of the plains
Shall we talk of our ways that are obscure.
Where are your people, where do they dwell?
I have heard tales of the plains people
That have called your name yet where are you?
Have you forsaken them or are they blind,
is it not time for you to forgive them?
It was not their fault that they erred,
you were there watching as time passed.
The great Eagle your eyes, the bear a strength.
They needed more as a wailing child
To see you in all your glory to let them know,
that they were part of you, part of the whole.
This was a simple thing for them to be watchful
How was it that you never came back?
by Karen Croft |
Categories:
love,
you charm my pants off
you buffalo my shirt off
i am left naked
by Bozhidar Pangelov |
Categories:
love,
The buffalo is wading deeply
into the mud.
Ripe is the rice.
And white.
There’s almost no wind.
Sun in circles.
Rice is the door,
quietly is rustling at ajaring...
by Jai Garg |
Categories:
life
You could’nt be the real French Martre design,
Must be the modified, Indian Side Winger Missile.
Unpatented still, definitely a loner, non-fissile.
Failed Test flight, poor soul, forced to resign.
Patriot-men cruise, were you not conveniently sidelined?
Three times cat-o-nine tails, You,and One other, on the fight.
A munching cow, bellowing buffalo, gurgle sign.
How ridiculous! place women, above the male might.
Beware! Monica Lewinsky, has her trio transgenic share.
Indra’s Maneka, Love here, Whiskey cocktail there.
Fantastic punch, classic Hillary too did not dare.
‘Fire’ still burns Mehta, her spirits why should men care.
by Sarah Symer |
Categories:
kids, home, how i feel,
I have a place where I call home
I have a place where the buffalo roam
I have a place where the cat sleeps
I have a place where I clean
I have a place where I call home, where the buffalo roam, where the cat sleeps, where I clean
This is my home and I love it so dearly
But when it is time to go to bed
The buffalo's grunt, the cat snores, the washer grinds
I can't get any sleep
But in the morning I shall be happy again
by Sibusisiwe LETA Ncede |
Categories:
africa, age, confidence, courage, creation, growth, history,
It has equipped with opportunities
It has moulded with realities
I t has grown with maturities
It has conquered with honour
It is sweet as the red grape
It is sour as the lemon juice
It is angered as the lion
It is big as the buffalo
It has received praises, still more to come
It has lived, still living
It has given love, still loving
It has been around, still exists
by Caren Krutsinger |
Categories:
10th grade, 11th grade, 12th grade, 7th grade, 8th grade, 9th grade, animal,
It is cool, refreshing, and it makes you smell smart the elephant said.
We stared at this pachyderm, was he all right in his enormous head?
Seriously, stand under here, you will love it, he said to my cousin Fred.
No thanks, said Fred. I like taking showers in my bathroom, instead.
I watched the elephant who was having a great time indeed.
He was soon joined by three horses and a buffalo steed.
I wanted to bathe with them, so I got my soap with grass weed.
Hoping at this moment no one starts any kind of stampede.
by Roy Austin |
Categories:
life, love, mystery, nature, peace, philosophy, visionary,
It transmutes its life into this, my friend
and this is it, this sunlit plain,
it is that dark cloud that appears above,
it is the nervous buffalo -
it takes fright in them, yet it is
the lightning and the thunder,
it steps out of its own way
or is trampled and torn asunder,
and after - in the distance, when it is gone,
it is the silence, my friend
and my waking thought, that all is one ;
it burns now as stars up there
and sees itself through my blind eyes -
allows us to be what we are not;
from the depth and the greatest span
I say to you my friend,
it is the spirit that sleep-walks as man.
.....
by Ryan J. Mccabe |
Categories:
confidence, hope, love,
I've been keeping at a Detroit distance,
Maintaining that chary "Buffalo Stance",
Patient with ink-filled scalpel for instance,
Don't you dare me, I am on the off chance.
Now I've shaken that speare, I'm shaking free,
What's that you say? I'm out of my pined tree?
Like I said 'fore, of all colours praise be,
Just as time, it is all the same to me.
'Cause I'm at it again, making m'own art,
Remembering order of horse and cart,
So, are you singing that line, "Don't you start..."?
The hour's near here, I hope you've learned your part.
I'll beam you into my Renaissance fair,
See you be still before my blue-eyed glare.
by Cj Krieger |
Categories:
life, star, star,
She was no longer young
But not quite old
Still deep in her soul
She was a romantic
Believing in love at first sight
And of course
Soul mates
On starlit nights
She would go outside
Looking up at the sky
Repeating the poem
“Star light, star bright”
Making a wish
On the first star that appeared
In the end
When all the wishing was done
And dreams unfilled
She would walk into an empty home
With hopes of tomorrow
Sometimes she thought smiling
It was so difficult keeping the faith
Almost like
Trying to push a buffalo home
by Cj Krieger |
Categories:
faith, life, star, star,
She was no longer young
But not quite old
Still deep in her soul
She was a romantic
Believing in love at first sight
And of course
Soul mates
On starlit nights
She would go outside
Looking up at the sky
Repeating the poem
“Star light, star bright”
Making a wish
On the first star that appeared
In the end
When all the wishing was done
And dreams unfilled
She would walk into an empty home
With hopes of tomorrow
Sometimes she thought smiling
It was so difficult keeping the faith
Almost like
Trying to push a buffalo home
by Dm Babbit |
Categories:
snow,
Snow is beautiful, cold, quiet, pure
pristine blanket for the earth,
cleaning carpet of the land.
As dearly as I love snow and I do,
I am grateful not to have to shovel
the four plus feet up in Buffalo.
Snow storm 11-20-14.
by Sibusisiwe LETA Ncede |
Categories:
adventure, africa, age, celebration, culture, freedom, history,
You cannot look at me
Without amazement
Let me entice the creativity
You cannot be close to me
Without respect
Let me honour myself
I was born for this
The horns that points to the sky
Shows my existence
The body that carries my weight
Shows my strength
The feet that stays firmly on the ground
Shows my eagerness
A journey I have achieved
You cannot be loyal to me
Without being honest
Unveil your heart
You cannot be my friend
Without being your true self
Clarity at its raw form
Love me as I am
by Johnette Loefgren |
Categories:
lost love, native american,
She had his bracelet on her arm,
his taste upon her lips,
he had a token of her love
upon his fingertips,
They parted at the crossing
of the creek where they first met,
her laughter,
floating feathers,
and he never will forget,
The way the thunderheads
became,
the running buffalo,
and followed close,the pouring rain,
he could not see her go.
If they should meet beyond the veil
of time and wasted pride,
he vowed that he would end his trail,
and stay there by her side.
by Amy Michelle Mosier |
Categories:
death, history, native american, tribute,
At Wounded Knee, we haunt the hill
Where many moons ago we were killed
As herds of buffalo wax and wane
And big sky and silence don't profane
But bless the land where once we fell.
The Men and our beloved Sitting Bull
Women and Young commune one and all;
We love, we laugh and we dance for rain
At Wounded Knee.
Be not fooled by the silence of the hill
For the air above our bones is not still
But stirring among the oaks and grain
Our fleeting spirits wait not in vain
To arise and breathe again and we shall
At Wounded Knee.
by Jagdish Bajantri |
Categories:
abuse, africa, allah, america, birth, blessing, giving,
Buffalo
Dark of hard carry a devil whisper on to the eyes of you
Buffalo slow and down from shades of sound kik kik and kik to you crime cry for crime scene
Buffalo you go we have learned lessons many in our past om naam sambu shiv sambu
With love all
Jagdish bajantri