Assorted non erotic poems by Uggg

Whirl Wind Of Glass

Smashed, shattered, discarded.
Picked up and hurled.
Ripping, whirling, swirling.
Jagged edges cutting... rending.
The inanimate rendered savage,
Rending savagely.
Torn remains,
All that remain,
In the whirlwind of broken glass

Beloved books

How odd that little black squiggles
On clean clear white paper
Can keep my mind occupied
For hours and hours at a time,
Even longer if they rhyme.

Black ink
And bleached flattened wood pulp
Have brought me to tears,
Have aroused me,
Mesmerized me and fascinated me for years.

Eyes glued to a page,
Heart beating a million times per thought,
All because of a little book I bought.

All fantasy,
All fancy,
All in my head...
I'll read books till I'm blind or dead

Cat got your tongue?

Where are the poems at,
When the tongue was gotten by the cat,
When in the mouth the sock was put
And the same way went the foot?

The grace of the predator

Does the prey not feel a moment of desire,
When pursued by the grace of the predator.
Perhaps in those last fateful fractions of time,
The jugular is offered in sacrifice to something divine.

The grace of the predator II

See how they dance and prance for her
See how she turns their heads
She walks in and they fall quiet
She commands respect
She demands nothing that isn't hers
She possesses the grace of the predator

Tell me something?

Would you like to be gently explored,
affectionately adored and never ignored?

Would you like to be admired from afar,
loved for who you are and treated like a star?

I guess that makes two of us

Autumns prophecy

Beneath the moon
Tied to the toadstool
The insect queen lays her eggs

Her life now forfeit
On her behalf
The mighty king begs

To see the beast so humbled
Would bring the fair to tears
So bear witness all

Under the Autumn moon
Before the new summer's generation
The old generation must fall.

Harsh lessons

Three little girls throwing rocks at a wasp nest.
Sometimes learning the hard way is best.
'Watch out!' They yell as I wander by.
'Right back at you!' think I.
But my lips are still.

They will pay their own bill.

Sensual lips

On your lips my name would never be spoken without a blush.
Sweet memories of the night before.
On my lips your name would never be spoken without a smile.
Knowledge of what more we have in store.

Cyclone

Distant thunder in the water domain,
Lightning flashes lighting the war of waves,
Foaming chaos striking the shrinking coward shore.
Its boundaries beaten with rain, the ocean heaves in pain.
Its power revealed and raw, roaring and bellowing for more,
Defying the winds lash and the lands hard crash.
Forgotten is the mirror that shows calm cold stars.

Summer colors and winter whites

The human is a complicated thing,
Ugly and graceful and vibrant with life.
Like a dynamic painting or performed art,
Art that is not finished until the day we slip away.
Only on completion is glory or horror ultimately revealed.
Every day is another brushstroke so what color are we painting today?

The fairer sex

For a man like me its easy to forget the magical comfort of women's gentle care.

Thank you ladies for being our Sisters, our Daughters, our Mothers.

Thank you ladies for being our Mistresses, our Wives, our Lovers.

For being our hearts and for reminding me that the soft side of life is still there,
Thank you ladies.

Chocolate

Deep dark dangerous chocolates,
Melted mindly musings,
Pooling puddles.
Trap!

Adamant Basalt

The waves that broke upon me
Was I a beach I'd wash away
But I am ROCK!

The burocrat

Marigold teeth and eyes that don't smile,
Take a seat you'll be here a while.
A dirty look where a hello should go,
Doing what you've asked but deliberately slow.
Passive aggression oozing from a plasticized exterior,
You are without a doubt disliked, unwelcome and inferior.
"I'm Sooo sorry sir your application is declined."
"Oh dear sir does this leave you in a bind."
Finally I can take no more,
"Don't get up, I'll show myself out the door!"

There will be rain

On the edge of the hills and the start of the plain,
With lightning, builds a wall of ominous aspect.
Clouds piled high like black blankets in the sky
And rumbling thunder as if a thousand horses fly by.
A storm comes this way... There will be rain.

Faulty machines

When young we take our health for granted
But with each year more seeds are planted.
As time roles by with growing momentum
Injuries accumulate; it's hard to prevent them.
None truly ever go away,
They just heal over and wait their day.

Listen to the mute sing!

Where have gone my rhyming words,
Flown away like errant birds.
And all alliteration,
Boiled away, dissipation.
Smooth rhythm, perfect meter?
Stuttered,
Broken,
Out of kilter!

To the woman who's husband I slept with

I'm so sorry you didn't know he was queer
But I assure you I wasn't the first man to go there.
He's been round the boys for a bit
I spotted him because he looks fit.
If I'd known he had a lovely wife
I would not have caused you this strife.
But your pretty hot too,
maybe I can have both of you?
So how about it sweets,
Care to go a round in the sheets?

You can't break true beauty, only hide it away.

A pretty thing, once loved,
Now broken and discarded,
Still has luster in my eyes.

So I'll pick it up,
Gentle for its fragile
And place it in my place of treasures.

Pretty thing,
let me pick you up,
Let me brush away the dust.

You are a treasure beyond value,
pretty thing,
Shine again for me.

The sin eaters vomit
There's no such thing as absolution,
There's no such thing as the victim when two tango.
As culpable as you, I'm guilty too,
But I'll never forget the things you made me do.

From what dark place does this feeling come?
From pain past felt and long thought buried.
From shame and self recrimination- mental scum.
The sin eaters vomit.

Scumbag!
You prick! I remember you well.
Can't forget, I'll see you in hell!
We will bring our own demons,
'I'll be yours and you be mine'.
We've said that before-
But it will be you that hurts this time!

For the wicked there is no rest

The butterfly flutter
And the sensual touch of a wasp's sting
With nipple kisses and warm butter
The insect will eat just about anything
Skin like bark and the hair of a berry
Segmented body on the centipede fairy
The swarm knows what's best
For the wicked there is no rest

Summer Tree

Swollen rivers flow with black waters that wash away all in their path.
Solar storms radiate out through space feeding ravenous entropy.
My words, my ideas flow and radiate but what are they to those grand scales?
Can we compare when our words are just shadows in sound?
If that must be, then let them be...
Tamed shadows in the dappled sunlight under the summer tree.