by Line Gauthier |
Categories:
death, evil, grief, heartbroken, lost love, wedding, winter,
whimsical windswept whiteness
wedding weekend wanderlust
willowy wonderland waltz
wrongfully weathered woe
wintry wishful whispers
wrestling woodland wintertide
welcome waxen wallflower
weeping wheezy widow
whimpering wholeheartedly
wrangling worthless worries
wanton wretched wrongdoing
wedged within wickedness
Submitted on December 7, 2020 for contest ALLITERATION sponsored by EVE ROPER
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Originally posted on October 23, 2018
by Jan Allison |
Categories:
body, clothes, for him, image,
A wrestler whose first name is Bill
Wears tights (but he’s over the hill)
He shoves down a sock
To enhance his ****
It sure gives the ladies a thrill!
Now Bill’s a really proud macho guy
And keeps grey hair at bay with black dye
Even though he’s a man
He wears lots of fake tan
And baby oil is in constant supply
For Phyl with love from FC xx
05/06/17
by Scribbler Of Verses |
Categories:
beautiful, beauty, change, emotions, feelings, for her, friend, friendship, life, loneliness, lonely, loss, lost, lost love, love, metaphor, poems, poetry, poets, rain, relationship, remember, romance, romantic, sad love, time, together, truth, woman, write,
Wrestling Verses
Spilling ink onto paper,
reading tea-leaves,
fragments of mirth,
shards of anguish,
remain,
trapped in rolled-up sleeves.
Turning up my collar,
as blue as these days that slip by,
scattered verses plunge into,
the fathoms of unknown waters.
My ink runs, slips, treading lightly,
penning odes to love on bare skin,
your skin,
your bare back my canvas,
my fingers tracing, caressing, scribbling,
homages to our laughter, our tears.
Wrestling verses,
lie spent, exhausted,
famished and parched from saying too much,
still,
my fingers tickle your soft skin,
my ink would run dry,
were it not for your gentle touch
by Rick Parise |
Categories:
beauty, love, lust, nature, summer,
Summer Beauty Has Risen of Fragrant Posies and Dream
As sunrays dance of fire red
And emerald tree's receive
A soft breeze whistles
A song of love
Wrestling through the leaves
A place of peace
In depths untouched
A longing desperate need
To touch your flesh
To lie in love
With you my only dream
by Mario Vitale |
Categories:
abuse, america, angst,
through the duration of time to think sublime
heroes are made through like hellos
the wrestling with the window
one to embark on its solstace
throughout the duration of time so fine
with love to climb upon
long lines formed in desolation
burst inside with appreciation
live long & prosper
keep your mind in heavenlies
illusively through a dream
meadows are plain in view
horizons of beautiful personifications
each door we close there's always one opened
search your heart to help impart the meaning
believe in hope
so far to cope
down to your last thin rope
love has hope we can share
let's look above to the heavenly love
sare with others a brand new you
by Jack Ellison |
Categories:
humorous,
How to describe love, well I'll give it a shot
Like your first two wheeler, that's saying a lot
Like your very first ride on a ferris wheel
What an absolute thrill can't believe it's real
Suddenly that annoying girl next door
Creates a stirring right down to your core
When wrestling with her she was one of the guys
Now its different when you look in her eyes
Her lips seem more lush and inviting now
Think I just blew a gasket, holy cow
Oh those were the days as if it was yesterday
The feeling still there but it's now just wordplay
Maybe I'll come back when my days are done
As a gigolo, yee haw, that sure sounds like fun!
© Jack Ellison 2013
by Jack Jordan |
Categories:
love,
Then we are in flames,
strung like pearls on a silk thread.
Wrestling in the night.
by Chamonique Knowles |
Categories:
girlfriend-boyfriend, happiness, love, me, sound, me, sound,
Long talks on warm summer nights.
The sound of the ocean waves
wrestling with the clamor of music escaping from a nearby bar.
You hold me close and spin me around to the sound of the slow jazz.
The rush of adrenaline when you drive too fast.
The beat my heart skips when you kiss me unexpectedly.
Smiling between kisses, tickle fights and thumb wars.
The feel of your hand in mine, a perfect fit.
The way you can already read me, like you’ve known me for years.
by Richard Tarr |
Categories:
lost love,
You named me honey
I called you baby
it was love at first sight
he thought she was impressed
by his confident ways
he stole her gum
because she wouldn't pay him
any attention from that day
at a wrestling match
they were destined for happiness
5 years later he's left heartbroken
because he couldn't keep his lips
from a bottle and she found someone new
by Theresa Stephens |
Categories:
love hurts,
Restless awakening behoves my mood
Unrelated, deep dragging thoughts conspire
Surely, my love's doubt of me misconstrudes
Why, my confessions of love all aspire
Depressingly, the day stretches ahead
Twelve hours, 720 minutes
Each passes, so.... slowly, I am so sad
Wrestling my inner demons, life's the pits
Her vision swims... no longer can resist
A text, I cannot believe one from her!
Reciprocate, by return, she does insist
Her love intact, she wants me to concur
To text..... dare I show again - to be dashed
No......what a bummer, internet has crashed!
8/20/16
by Demetrios Trifiatis |
Categories:
god, health, prayer,
My soul is humming a melodious tune of:
Gratitude, love, and affection
For all my beloved and caring friends
Who offered prayers for my health's restoration.*
The battle was fierce, and the enemy so furious,
But he was defeated, no matter the methods he did apply,
For whoever fights with God on his side
Double armed is he for faith his arms multiply!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
12 August 2022
-
* For seventeen days I was wrestling with COVID-19.
Now with God's help and my friends' prayers, my health is restored.
Thank you and Blessings!
by Mandy Russell |
Categories:
hope, inspirational, loss,
Whispering my name I hear
A love, sadness, a tear
Sorrows wings are in the air
With arms eloquent and fair
Lovely petals shower upon me
Filling my cup with glee
Angels standing by my side
Glowing beyond the prism of pride
Wrestling the leaves upon the ground
What was lost is found
by Keith D Trestrail |
Categories:
death, tribute,
He was in large life a force of nature
and in barbed death a martyr to the cause.
Leaping madly on some croc or gator
wrestling its mighty ancient tail and jaws.
A call to action for all to conserve
that which threatens to be forever lost -
to champion, protect, cherish and preserve
knowing in the end all life has a cost!
There is in Beerwah a place I avouch
where the kid Croc Hunter grew as a child,
and returned a sick joey to its pouch
and learned to love the demon crocodile.
If ever I see a ghost in khaki
I shall muse of one man and yell “Crikey!”.
Written: October 2006
by Kai Michael Neumann |
Categories:
love,
Jane set out for an intimate night
Shed her clothes in a mud wrestling fight
Naked with horny tattoo
She overcame a taboo
Innocence lost in dirty delight
by Mark Toney |
Categories:
bible, conflict, courage, evil, faith, god, truth,
wrestling with evil
wear complete suit of armor
~ conquer with courage
rescued from onslaught
lies and misinformation
~ loins girded with truth
safeguarding our hearts
resisting the evil day
~ righteousness’ breastplate
love for our neighbor
giving’s greater happiness
~ feet shod with good news
strongly entrenched things
evil one’s burning missiles
~ faith’s protective shield
empty deceptions
soundness of mind endangered
~ salvation’s helmet
God’s Word is alive
source of unending wonder
~ sword of the spirit
seek help from on high
trust the one who is unseen
~ pray incessantly
by Walter D Tomeo |
Categories:
endurance, journey, life, loneliness, love, teacher, thank you,
Thank you pain for the trials,
Thank you suffering for the tears;
In this journey of wisdom,
I've learned how to be me.
There were marvelous moments,
I embraced them with bliss;
I met someone named loneliness,
She has taught me to bleed.
Thank you life for the experience,
Thank you night for the thoughts;
Books were friends, sometimes lovers,
I've been wrestling with both.
In a sky full of lessons,
Where the teacher was missed;
Life itself was a subject,
That I passed with a B.
by Cathi Spooner |
Categories:
change, heart, journey, longing, love,
A solitary path
to seek true self;
myself to find
without refine.
My heart revealed;
Love not sealed;
Old wounds unhealed,
echos choices made without regard to impact.
My heart calls out
in quiet shout,
wrestling with doubt
of Love’s conquering task for the greater good.
My flesh cries out
At Love’s request
To seek other’s best
without rest.
Flesh seeks it own desire’
While Love requires fire
to consume its selfish attire;
for choices to be made-
A life lived in self-seeking pursuit?
Or, a higher call
To Love’s grander plan-
Peace, joy and healing for all.
Shall I heed Love’s call?
by Mark Toney |
Categories:
emotions, life, lost love, memory, perspective, remember, sorrow,
I find myself thinking of the past
More often since I'm older
That explains the wrestling
I must endure
Reflection is catharsis for the soul
But can also rip a hole in it
Will I ever learn to balance
Thoughts of you?
Thoughts lingering on happy times
Blessed moments mine to treasure
Reality roars from guilt's deep pit
Oh well, my hell...
I find myself thinking of the past
More often since I'm older
Will I ever learn to balance
Thoughts of you?
by Terry Ireland |
Categories:
age, humor, lust,
Oh you can't have sex after sixty
She said with a bit of a blush
You can't have sex after sixty
It's meant for the young folk like us.
So if I get that testosterone rush
When we're lying together in bed
We'd better not start making love
But you take out your knitting instead
And I'll get out my journal
And pass a bit of the time
Wrestling with the words
To work up a bit of a rhyme,
But if after half an hour
The desire still hasn't abated
Lets hug and cuddle and love
Until appetites are fully sated.
But we won't tell the young folk
Just leave them feeling contented
Like all younger generations they think they're
The ones by which making love was invented.
by Jack Ellison |
Categories:
fun,
How to describe love, well I'll give it a shot
Like your first two wheeler, that's saying a lot
Like your very first ride on a ferris wheel
An absolute thrill couldn't believe it's was real
Suddenly that annoying girl next door
Creates a stirring right down to your core
When wrestling with her she was one of the guys
Now its different when you look into her eyes
Her lips seem more lush and inviting now
Think I just blew a gasket, holy cow
Oh those were the days as if it was yesterday
The feeling still there but it's now just wordplay
Maybe I'll come back when my days are done
As a gigolo, yee haw, that sure sounds like fun!
by Beata Agustin |
Categories:
angst, anxiety, christian, emotions, faith, god, jesus, mother, sick, spiritual,
Agonizing over boy's incessant seizure-attacks
grieved with girl's lamentable worthlessness' woes
caring mother, heart-wrenched, weeps… frightened...
helplessly witnessing oppressive wrestling bouts against restlessness
her son’s infantile spasm epilepsy and daughter’s paralysis
now obviously progressing toward retrogression...
Yet...with love for her children, clinging in faith to GOD
Who knows what's best for them
she can verily triumph* with peace
to prevail against misery!
*2Corinthians 2:14 "Now thanks be unto God, which always causeth us to triumph in Christ..."
February 12, 2019
by Tony Bush |
Categories:
life, sad, visionary,
i drove the car close to the edge
i looked into the abyss
in truth it did look into me
what it saw i know not
what i saw was raw love
wrestling the dominatrix of pure oblivion
inexorable gravity took hold of my lapels
in slow motion i went home
by Daisy Reilly |
Categories:
best friend, cancer, cat, dog, quinceanera,
I love you when your quiet
I love you like this
Chilled and laid back
Peace at long last
I love you when your playing
I love you wrestling too
Pulling on a sock
A tug of war is cool
Archies giggling and the snorting
You'd think he was a horse
Snorting and sniffing at the cat
Upon the wall
Barking Mad
She swaggers her tail
walking tall
Archies just a young lad after all
Uncle rocco takes it all in his stride
His coat of black and white
A look of peace and pride
Bounding like a big puppy through the music hall ...
Here comes Rocco
For some Rock and Roll ....
by Allan Terry |
Categories:
6th grade, business, change,
Come down to our national
Happy day celebration
Fried quail
Roasted game hens
Roasted pork loin
Smoked ribs and fresh ham
Deep fried sqaush ,zucchini green tomato
Cassorole, with lemons, onoins,, pareseam
And goat cheese.
Cherry and cream cheese turnovers
Garlicy mash potatoes
Canadian meat pies w/ some creole sou
She said am I ;
Am I
It's been a ploy
To lore us here
Love meats
And
American Wrestling Alliance
by Jack Ellison |
Categories:
memory,
How to describe love, well I'll give it a shot
Like your first two-wheeler, that's saying a lot
Like your very first ride on a ferris wheel
An absolute thrill couldn't believe it's was real
Suddenly that annoying girl next door
Creates a stirring right down to your core
When wrestling with her she was one of the guys
Now it's different when you look in her eyes
Her lips seem more lush and inviting now
Think I just blew a gasket, holy cow
Oh those were the days as if it was yesterday
The feeling still there but it's now just wordplay
Maybe I'll come back when my days are done
As a gigolo, yee haw, that sure sounds like fun!