Whimsical Words
and Dramatic Affairs
A Book of Badly Written Poetry
K. J. Joyner
Whimsical Words and Dramatic Affairs
Joyner, K. J.
www.apocalypsewriters.com
Second edition
Cover design by Katrina Joyner
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Contents
About This Book
Unrequited, Returned, and Otherwise Sentimental Mush
Turmoils and Troubles
Moments to Think, Thinking in the Moment
About the Author
About This Book
A note from the Author.
If you want to get technical about it, I’ve been working on this book for more than twenty years.
This is a small collection of poems I have written spanning from my teenage years way back when hot pink was really hot and black was what I wore before it was cool. Some of these poems are very badly written. Okay, a lot were badly written. Probably all of them were badly written. They’re cheesy, awkward, and could use a sledgehammer and a work over.
Most of these poems touch on fantasy and myth -- but a couple are born from my cultural heritage.
Usually I write science fiction, fantasy, and a splash of romance. If I do write poetry, the work has a very high chance of becoming lyrics to a song and getting tucked into a folder somewhere to be forgotten. Rarely am I moved to get completely poetic, so I hope you enjoy this collection. Even the badly-written parts.
Unrequited, Returned,
and Otherwise Sentimental Mush
~*~
Delights
Secure delights;
Your touch up my back
to my breasts, a gentle caress,
while you hungrily eat my neck;
Your lips follow the chills.
I sigh, and leaning
Favors returned for want of full glory
Sliding over me makes me slide onto you
So that I touch you
Surround you
Creating new fervor
Taking away breath
Taking what you can give
Ecstasy.
Joining
Trembling,
The angel hides her face
In the arms of comfort.
Pearl wings stretch forth;
Gesture of protection,
Tenderness,
A seal,
Bonding.
Strong arms wrapping her shell,
Soft voice glowing in her heart,
Lips making sounds of reassurance;
Shhhh,
Calming,
Peacefulness.
Two hearts have joined
For the sake of love.
My Fair Lady
We sang songs in the sunlight;
Good things of mirth and merriment
That tripped off our tongues
Chiming like bells in the cab of my truck.
I was smiling because you were,
Sitting there singing with you
While the train held us up in
Afternoon traffic.
Red
Baby, you look good in red.
It makes you strut unconsciously
Like a peacock, you sexy thing.
It highlights your eyes and your lips.
Red like cherries in crimson wine,
Red like your jacket…
Red may mean stop, but baby,
It means go,
And I would if I could.
But I won’t, no…
You do look good in red
Like ripe passion fruit,
Ready for the tasting
Or poison berries on a bush, inviting
Me to pluck them one by one
Damn, you look good in red!
It sizzles on your skin,
I feel the heat radiating
Making me want to warm myself
Against you until I’m baked crispy brown
Come back this way, and let me feast my eyes
On your smart lines,
Your scarlet energy that smacks me
Burning my cheeks and making me blush.
I’m flushed!
Oh baby….
You look so good in red.
Mmm!