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Love Poem 29

Every day, I fall in love with something new,
while maintaining the love I have already found.

I fall in love with scars, wrinkles,
clichés, and repetition; I fall in love 
with items that people throw to the wind,
kick around, and step upon.

I fall in love with my enemies,
one of life's hardest lessons to learn;
I find haters to be marvelous motivators.

The old man who sits in a rain-gorged gutter,
his fist raised to the sky in fury
as he talks to an invisible audience
about how Apollo stole his dearly, beloved wife—

I fall in love with him too.

I fall in love with things that some people deem 
as ugly, dirty, morose, and immoral.
The more I fall in love,
the more I love each moment,
including the pain, torture, and misery 
that may unfold along the way.

Every day, I fall in love with something new,
while reinforcing the love I already have .

If I write down treasonously teetering words,
the reader could assume such words 
to be rooted in rage, or a cynical outlook,  
when the words are actually birthed from love—
I love every word that exists.

I fall in love with the woman 
who is too shy to have a sincere conversation with anyone,
because she believes herself to be grotesque,
when in fact, she is exquisitely gorgeous.

I fall in love with broken daffodils, bent daisies,
a shattered seashell, the sweet stench of seaweed 
rotting on the shore, and the way her hair smells 
as it bakes in the sun.
I fall in love with black and white photographs,
mesmerized by the essence that the dead have left behind.
I fall in love with marbles,the feathers of mourning doves,
and with the stray cat, who, after she watched the moving truck 
drive away, slunk around the alley in search of scraps—
over the years, she has proven to be a respectful 
and loyal companion (so easy to fall in love with, again and again,
while maintaining the love I already have).
I fall in love with saints, villains, rusted watering cans,
the way sunlight bends into prisms
when it shines through the cracked, antique windowpane
that I simply don't want to replace.

And as for the people who think that it's impossible 
for someone such as myself
to fall in love with something new, every, single day,

well, I love them too.

2016 Pulse Remix, July 18th, 2016
(original version was written on April 6th, 2012)

Copyright © Chris D. Aechtner | Year Posted 2012

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Midnight Secret

*Secreto de Medianoche*   
~On this very Night~
   I found myself in a

Camouflage in lace, 
I run my hands all over the place
Wet whispers drop in between
In a soft stroke,
I touch the tan on my skin 
Pure sweetness unfolds
The perfumes in the air  - Arouse 
   every sexual intention inside
Without a care, 
I'm lost in the moment,

Every feeling at this point,
   feels erotically insane, 
In a seductive way--
  the night whispers my name, 
A freedom flight - into the night.
                            (Like the wind)
Caressing my breast, my legs tremble
Beyond the haze, into another world 
Never pointless - A new sensation
My fingers slither, a play tonight

Circles in motion, 
Vibrations and self-soothing lotion, 
I touch myself gently, 
Thinking of you relentlessly,
Looking around, 
The night echoes a whimpering sound, 
Embracing the secrets inside 
I squeeze the dark damp sheets-
Moaning and moaning, repeatedly. 
Holding my silk pillow, groping my knees,
I run my finger on my lips - 
Satisfaction complete! 
Back into the realm of dreams. 


Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2013

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Liquid Heaven

A feast for my womanly inner beast!       
I tease, I please, you have me on my knees
I wring my hands, you oint my head
With your fingers locked in my hair of red
You -I call Master! 
Begging for forgiveness, in a position of love
My words are bashing with one stuttering sound
Moaning & Moaning, 
As you make my head spin like a merry-go-round
Craving for you to unleash a liquid heaven sound

My body speaks and mumbles a language meant for you
A touch of intimacy, that lathers up like liquid glue
Sticky but, yet so compelling
My tongue slips silent beloved words of joy into the air
You play the master of this dark solid room
This dungeon's all I consume
You engage me, to provoke you with everything I got
Yelling, please master don't ever stop!
At this moment, I yearn for excitement
To feel the arousing sensation of your presence
That melts me and chill me with a flow that does not kill
I'm your thinker
Your muse and poet
You are my composer creating liquid tunes
Come here and expresses the hardness of your boldness

I confess to you my love
You are all I'm dreaming of
You drive your hands all over 
Reaching every steamy spot
Encourage me to stimulate your mental needs
You are the master withholding a liquid element
In me, you release fluids that hit like a silent tide
A desire that comes with a full force of the fire inside
I crave for the taste of your lips
Your hands on my hips
Your fingers with a tight sensual grip
I dedicate my heart and my lust
To get lost within every push of your trust
Like a treasure deep underneath the sand
I'm addicted to the feelings of your command
Your hazel eyes are the sunrise
You bring out the obsession,
And my sweet tooth temptation
Like the moon above a misty night
Seducing me in every way in a poetic write
Your liquid heaven is the beginning-
-Of my delicious delight!

          by: PD

**A sweet Dedication To My Babe**

Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2011

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This Gypsy Soul

This gypsy soul is on the road It leaves castles far behind It abandons ghostly mist which sabotages the caravan of life It passes along the mountainside by golden hay fields where daises bloom by stream of waters which sweeps a withered rose towards the decayed lumber flume This gypsy soul is on the road from Edinburgh to Lochlomond against high winds,against the rain against aquatic monsters of pain This gypsy soul is on the road to the woodlands of your heart where I would camp inside your tent as our blissful thoughts impart This gypsy soul within myself and all the woman in me would wantingly await your fingertips to compose soft pastel fantasy The smell of early coffee then fills our empty cups The song of the cicada would echo in the shrubs And as the chimney smoke drift sideways in the breeze as warm dappled light filters through purple pansy leaves The pressing of my lips would leave their crimson mark below your sun- kissed cheek My arms would cling around your once a muscular physique We laze upon a hammock strung between two old oak trees I play on your guitar,my hundred melodies As the incandescent half moon rises above the dusky hue and orange paper lanterns float high in cobalt blue We'd chase the opalescent glow of a million firefly You'd be able to touch me before last embers die This gypsy soul is on the road in search to be set free Across bridges,on a journey your compass-my destiny.

Copyright © Charmaine Chircop | Year Posted 2014

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Whispers of passion

He wrote words that enticed her whispered musings to seduce her made her body tingle without touch cajoled her heart with bleeding ink He was half the world away yet, she felt him so close he connected with every part body, soul, heart and mind Every word was woven on her heart his voice echoed, enchanting gracefully intoxicating every beat of her life the distance had become to much He heard a knock on the door there she was dressed in black her aroma grabbed his senses her smile left him helpless Eyes locked in serene silence he could hear her heart pulsating as he placed his palm on her cheek her whole body felt paralysed as the hair on her neck raised calmly he stroked her dark hair beautifully elegant, complimenting her soft tender delicate bronze skin gently he placed his lips on her mouth succulently kissing her glowing lips finally tasting his beloved's nectar Her eyes shut with ecstatic delirium he kissed every part of her body she no longer had any control as he cultivated her body planting his seed deep inside passionately she whispered his name as their bodies harvested thrusting deeper and faster with his tongue carving every inch of her body like a chisel Volcanic desire erupted his words were now her reality his embrace her sanctuary as he held her tight whispering promises to never let her go 15 January 2016

Copyright © Silent One | Year Posted 2016

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Touched by Your Flame

I watched them gather round
The warmth of your flame
Like campers at campfire time
Huddling close to you
Pushing and jostling
For the best place
I saw your warmth
Dancing off their faces
Small cinders escaping into the night
I followed the sparks drifting up
On the chilly breeze
Riding high…disappearing into the stars

I was cold
I was alone
On the edge
And yet…I dared not go near you
Though your light invited me
And I wanted so much to be warmed
By you
Yet….how could I find a place
By those encircling you
Watching the mesmerizing display 
Of your orange and yellow flames
There was no place
Among the gathering of....
The strong, the beautiful, the insistent
So, on the outskirts I stayed
Tears trickling down my cheeks

I waited…I held back
Until they all left
One by one
Some bumping into me
Not even aware that I was alive
I waited until you had almost died out
No longer on display
But a warm glow of embers
Still orange and glowing with desire
And I approached
Needing to see you dance
For me….only for me
And I coaxed you
In my clumsy way
My fingers cold
My heart ablaze burst into flame
A pillar of fire
Miracle of love
For I had not added any kindling
But my little heart
And yet it seems you had waited
Knowing I would come
And my slightest touch
Made the flames spring to life
Voracious flames
Flames reaching the high heavens 
Your heat overpowering
I almost threw myself into you
Wanting to reach the center
Of the heat and warmth
Of your beauty…

I spent the night
Out under the stars
Lying naked
Yet not cold
Yet not ashamed
Yet not shy
For your glow was my covering

I let myself be touched
Time and again
By licking fingers of fire
By the burning flames of your desire

For Gail's Contest
Touched by Your Flame
May 27, 2013

Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2013

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The Wind

~~The Wind~~
Look into my eyes
Follow me into a world of ecstasy
There and only there
Will you find the peace to unwind

Beautiful brown eyes not blue
Shady lids, stunning  ocean view
Embracing every word 

Hear the wind whispers your name
Come with me
Drown with me
Into the abyss of loving rain
Embrace this moment as I draw you in with words
Release you with the warmth -------I was there

I Share--I take
Into my arms
I am the charm
Around your neck
Around your wrist
Listen to the voice from my beating heart
It yearns
The freedom of touch
The freedom of speech. 
Of love, 
Of purity
Like the wind
I'll find my way
Into your heart
Arouse the cheerful energy
Of your insecurity and pen
Follow me into the sea
There we will fall into the deep
Build sand castles 
Around dreams of reality
Slip into my aura light 
Set to the rhythm of the oceanic night

Now, listen to the breeze
It's called out your name
It's only a matter of time----------------
You'll find yourself calling out...... mine

by: PD
Dedicated to all my loving friends & fans :-)

Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2013

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Momentary lapses of shyness 
within pretentiousness the size of a non-la-hat 
offering shade from your sweltering Sun, 
confused the boy still residing beneath an exterior 
of brashness. A wooing of rose or lotus petals?
Did she not enjoy such frivolity? Wot of a bard
letting words slide through the air like silk,
for I didn't possess such romantic poetry.

No, I embarked upon a journey of false-heroism,
took a bullet, figured it to shape me into a man.
I showed off the wound, blood soaking through the bandages -
you seemed far from impressed by this display of stupidity.
Yet you played coy,
bending over, letting sunlight play through a thin summer dress,
highlighting inner thighs, lines arching up into a dome of dizzy-delirium
so sensual it almost appeared sinful.

At night you'd undress before a naked window,
letting shadows flirt across moonlit dew.
It was all I could do to keep eyes averted,
instead, living on dreams of unwrapping gifts
under the influence of feverish waves,
even though I never forgot to take quinine.

And after all the games, 
I had only to stay still long enough for you to complete another sketch,
take its lines, breathe together a new poem,
unleashing torrents of words into my ear.
A funny sort of unconventional, tactile courtship.
You wanted me to listen, to test my patience,
and once your head was emptied out,
heat arose from the bloom, enveloping me in soft petals,
vanquishing my fever, with a different feverish embrace.
Your eyes almost felled me with their complexities
of virginal innocence and a whorish lust. The thrusts,
lips and fingers, the blended push-pull of rhythm and wild abandon
caused me to lose myself long enough,
to find your soul drifting alongside my own,
amongst the stars that had always been shining.
Amongst the light already written before our birth.

June 2nd, 2012

Copyright © Chris D. Aechtner | Year Posted 2012

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The powder of white sand holds her flesh close to his musk pelvis as she gasps with the murmured waves trembling on the coast of a fragrant mouth against a manly tongue, and they lay on hidden grass in an old Ipanema cove where rippling strokes fondle the east and north of her sylph-like curves: amidst the liquid Brazilian dusk, her flowing hair sinks from the lapping of crest in rhythmic grinds; tanned fingers exploring a soft canal of a nymph's heightened pleasure… by the sea- bend, he pulls her creamy thighs like a driftwood sailing afloat upon each quivered abandon while they melt under balmy trees… without the need to speak. ........................... 100 in a ROW contest -- 11

Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2014

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you                 don't            know 

my                    love!

it              doesn't    whisper,

or speaks quietly    in        traffic         

where   it               might            not              be              heard.

my               love
                                                        LOUDLY even in the hush of the evening!

you             say                    you                 know me,
but                   you,               
                                         you don't know me.


it's in my work
                                  it's in my love
                                                                   sometimes they are the same.

                            for the woman I love
                                                                          it's in my kiss

let me 
                                                                introduce you to bliss.

                            if I am your friend
                                                                    you know it...YOU KNOW IT!

you will see it in my eyes
                                                  a highway deep

                                                                             an EXplosiON inTENse!


if I love you, 

             you know it, 

                             I'll be your full moon every night!

you think you know me 

                then call me by my name...

                      when I write , it requires surgery

I have to split open the rib cage.

                                                                Break every bone.

It is the only way to get to the heart,

                                                 then you have to remove it

expose it,
                                   it s~q~u~i~r~m~s as it is pumping.

It leaves a mess 

                       blood is spilled everywhere.

The bones heal
                                       you hear the sound of metal
                                                                                      on metal 

the gate shuts behind you.
                                         There is a horrendous sound

it echoes in your skull,

                                     in your mind.

                                    There are sleepless nights.

There is a cost

                      a heavy cost. 

                   If you want to speak to me,

after your punctuation is in place,

                            once your meter is formed perfectly,

                                                   I mean I don't mind.


                  I want to see your heart,                        your love,

                                                       I want to see 


You say you know me, then address me by my name...

Maurice Yvonne

Copyright © Maurice Yvonne | Year Posted 2014

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Final seduction

He had waited for her, all his life All she wanted was to stay in his arms to awaken each day in his embrace All she needed was the love he bled to last every minute of her lifetime but, tomorrow he would be gone His goodbye, cut her like a knife - deeply he was trembling inside, but remained calm This was his final night with his beloved last time they would enjoy each other carnal desires flamed - the final seduction In pure silence, he could hear her tears falling as he touched her, she moved away in sorrow He held her hand - delicately kissed her tears his mouth, a soothing oasis for her waterfalls as his subtle tongue soaked her heartbreak A flame ignited in her eyes, fragile like a candle her tender tongue, opened the door to ecstasy as tongues danced and lips passionately kissed He was the curator to her flower garden and he knew this was his last masterpiece His last chance to show his lover - the love he held for all he needed was the love she gave He removed her clothes, without pausing for breath seductively he explored her bronzed olive skin worshipping his Goddess with attentive devotion Lost in nirvanic utopia, she opened to him as he lost himself, inside her wonderland The night was filled with lovers dancing in paradise Illuminated scorching hot intense excitement But, when she opened her chocolate brown eyes, he was gone leaving a note - promising to love her till the end of time The Silent One 17 January 2016

Copyright © Silent One | Year Posted 2016

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Poetry was Her Best Lover- Not for Contest

Poetry was her best lover like no other he loved her without restraint She could be herself and explore discovering secret pleasures and fantasies Naked above the covers he let her lie exposed as he slowly caressed her imagination making her flow with the sweet essence of her soul in waves of creative delirium Flying free~~~ he let her be unfettered unashamed unworried of how to please or how to tease just simply to be a woman in a prelude to ecstasy Poetry was her best lover her escape from reality in clandestine intimacy he ravished her mind again and again for all he wanted was for her to experience to taste every pleasure he had to offer Her insatiable appetite he fed with firm truths that burst forth with wisdom He fed her desire to reach supremacy He never betrayed or delayed in pleasing her in giving her just what she wanted in different ways and forms his creativity endless Poetry was her best lover the only time in her day when she had her way and could be free to be the woman she was meant to be: Sensual and sultry, sexy and savory not having to hide behind the guise the veil of culture or religion or misconstrued sexism or alibis being demure “sterile” when she was fertile laden with passion waiting to be filled with word seeds of ingenuity Poetry was her best lover he adored her as she was and he gave and gave at times leading her in submission to his will taming her training her to live in the confines of his rules... For perfection to be reached she had to follow his lead to the pinnacle of pleasure where all was in rhythmic union and rhyme in the sublime she was oblivious to time Ah....sweet release~~~ In the after glow he wouldn't let her go but held her safe and secure basking in the satisfaction of a fruitful union serene in the knowledge that beauty has been conceived waiting for delivery Yes, Poetry was her best lover and she came looking for him begging him to take her again and again and again to transport her to heaven from hell to compel her to see what life was meant to be Poetry was her best lover and she had no need of another to help her discover her own entity…. None other than her best lover Poetry....
Eileen Manassian

Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2016

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Whisky Moment

~the Fear of Never~ A DRINK TO REMEMBER!

   And the fire catches every time, my heart needs a sip
I bear no shame pouring, poisoned pabulum whisky down 
Lost in a place with hungry whores, ink paying  gigolos 
This night a respected gentleman put's on his evening gown
He sits in front of a mic playing the same old sad song
Fitted out in drag, his wife has no clue
Holy breeders trying to change my shoes
Lingering from the Cute Chinaman, running his tab sky high
Bluebirds of jealousy, set round the vintage Barstool like fools
Minds overpowered and threaten to the very nub

I am drunk-- in his eye, 
He receives a macabre confession of possessiveness 
I am drunk-- in her eye,
She has a sick confession of subconsciousness 

Broken loose from a negative, regressive state of mind
Sit and enjoy this broken bottle of champagne 
Unspoken rage in every empty can left behind
A shot glass drops from my unstable hands longing to hold a pen
I look into a mirror and embrace every meaning of stability
Blotting out the madness behind a metal cage of reality
At times, I feel the need to bring down this masquerade 
A drink so hostile, I can't even remember my image and name 

Too many scars, from the foster of paper and pen
My dependents are drunken demons from a traumatized childhood 
Tonight I will legislate a special thanks
Holding up my cup, until death finds my note 
I will smile, at every Judge and Jury, during karaoke night
Shutting down my eyes, fantasizing everything's gonna be alright
I will not  jilt knowing, writers block haunted my days away
Insecure hoarding monsters enjoying spoil forgotten words
Tonight I thirst like never before, my tongue inscribes around a tin cup
I am not eating up by it, no matter how long I've drowned in it
This is my kind of whisky, my thoughts, my days of ammo 
To tell you the truth, I possess no desire to drink
It's all about the love of poetry and how sober, I become (WITHOUT)
The monsters that reside inside, have one thing to say

"Give me Poetry, or give me Death!"

by: PD

Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2014

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A Cinderella Story

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“Simon, I have something to say unto you. There was a certain creditor

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Whom had two debtors. One owed five hundred denarii, and the other fifty.

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And when they had nothing with which to pay he freely forgave them both.

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Tell Me, therefore, which of them shall love him more?”

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Simon answered and said, “I suppose the one whom he forgave more.”

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He said to him, “You have rightly judged.” He then turned to the woman and  
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Said to Simon, “Do you see this woman? I entered your house, you gave Me

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No water for My feet, but she has washed my feet with her tears and wiped them

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With the hair of her head. You gave me no kiss, but this precious woman

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Has not ceased to kiss My feet since I came in. You did not anoint My head 

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With oil, but this priceless woman has anointed my feet with fragrant oil.

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Therefore I say unto you, her sins, which are many, are forgiven, for 

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She loved much. But to whom little is forgiven, the same loves little.”

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And He said to her, “Your sins are forgiven...Your faith has saved you. 

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Go in peace.” ~ “A Cinderella Story” ~

Copyright © sarah seraphin | Year Posted 2011

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Slowly Turning Japanese

I think in Japanese,
write down my thoughts in English,
then twist it all back into sushi:
a tasty bite to eat.

My mind is origami
folding thoughts into meditation;
meditation unfolds
into a crisp sheet of city lights.

I love you big much,
love you big time;
I love the way you giggle nervously.
It must be amazing to find everything so funny.

Big city, sake sunset;
a karaoke moon rises 
over a robotic, neon inception.
Transformers, Transformers:
autobotic-neurotic Bumblebee
comes to the aid of Samurai Prime.
"Autobots, transform!"

Bored of the bright lights?
Weary of the snappy-happy gaijin
doing photo-photo
while they search for a sweet sakura-panpan?
Then head up to Hokkaido,
where there's less sucky-sucky,
and more bow-down-low-austerity
alongside the 108 gongs a-bonging.
Take a leisurely stroll,
chant a few prayers,
speak with the sacred cedars,
take a dip in the hot springs
with some smiling monkeys,
and together, watch snow fall.

Nippon, you offer everything.
I can eat 20 times a day 
without gaining a pound.
There's always more room
for miso, chanko nabe, shabu-shabu,
gyozo, okonomiyaki—
I am going to stop writing this list
before I drown in my saliva.

I refuse to look back,
refuse to go back to the boredom
of white picket fences and hamburger dreams;
I want to stay here forever.
I love you big much,
love you big time;
totemo ureshii da.

March 1st, 2012

Copyright © Chris D. Aechtner | Year Posted 2012

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Cougar and Young Meet

Captured by a young man with an old soul that's good to the 
Her desires awaits patiently and yet fulfilled as he joins her at her 
A mile away he can hear her voice whispering in his ears oh 
  soo Sofltly.
Saying, that her desires which are kept in secret need not come out, they ARE
Captured by a cougar with true beauty that has a predilection for young
She quenches the thirst in his eyes by her presence, yet he gets sooo
The right environment explodes to never ending imaginations and pure
Constantly caressing, hugging, kissing and passion that turns into more
Their lips begin to speak a different language that's spoken oh sooo
She feels the muscles of his arms wrapped around her body sealed oh sooo
Unbreakable emotions results to stimulations that are non fictional, not planted, but up rooted, as she loves it Sooo Rightly.

Copyright © Pace INK-U-SCRIPT | Year Posted 2012

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Madame Mistress, ebonies princess,
Southern comforts golden jewel,
A golden beauty down south does dwell.
She hides many secrets beneath her,
Glittering mask of mystery's mystic spells.
A dark priestess is this Cajun queen,
Black widows magic women,
Known as Ms. New Orleans.
In her crimson gown, trimmed by
Velvet's purple hues, she smiles
Behind her white lace fan.
A beguiling angel is she the devils
 Own kindred.
The voodoo queen of the swampy delta,
Ruling over the shadow demons,
Whom guard the everglades.
Underneath fancy face and social grace,
Lies the misbegotten heart of a
 Witches soul.
Here the trumpets sound at,
La Carnival as minstrels stroll,
Down Bourbon Street with rhythmic,
Precision's precise step.
Come join in celebrations grand parade,
The Maude Gra. Where anything goes,
Here things are forgotten as the sun rises,
This grand lady of beauty's legacy's charm.
Presses one finger to her redden lips,
Speaking not more than a hushed whispers
Sigh carried across bayou.
Thus does the Spanish moss weep, for
Those lost souls swallowed whole,
Beneath nights dark covenant of death.
Ghostly images walk the muddy side shores,
Phantom spectators existing as prisoners,
Trapped in limbos web, a thin fine line
Between the living and the dead.
Beware lone travelers, those for whom,
Seek mysteries glamor and mystic,
Of the southern by ways.
All are welcome to taste our spicy
Yet beware pay homages respect,
To Mz. New Orleans, she after all takes
Great care of her own.



Copyright © cherl dunn | Year Posted 2015

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Callused Fingers

Callused fingers press vibrating strings,
drawing passion from a violin.
And its burnished wood snug to his cheek,
the violinist plays from its heart.

Subtle vibes saturate my being,
as crying strings elicit feelings.
And expounding on love’s betrayal,
music stirs the imagination.

His bow hangs like a lingering kiss,
savoring the taste of ecstasy.
And then with tears trickling down his cheek,
he unleashes unbridled fervor.

Experiencing pangs of rapture,
sound slips the bonds of reality.
And every note penetrates my heart,
arousing flames of fire and passion.

Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015

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At the Gate of Dreamland

I know you are there
On the other side
Waiting anxiously for me
There at Dreamland’s Gate
So I close my eyes tight
To hurry myself to you
Hoping sleep comes quickly
To carry me to your arms
Which are reaching through the portals…
Ready, anxious, longing
To envelope me
And whisk me away
To places that are forbidden to us
On this side…
Keep us apart
And so we rendezvous
In enchanted Dreamland!

There…I see you!
And I run into your arms
And I feel the warmth of your breath
On my neck
And the strength of your arms
Around me
And I hear your voice
Whispering in my ear…
“I thought you’d never come!”

And I let you lead me
Through the flower strewn pathways
The profusion of vibrant colors
Are dizzying in their beauty
Their fragrance heady
You hurry me on
To a secluded spot
Beside a murmuring stream
An enclosed garden
Hemmed in by weeping willows trees
Their branches- the curtains that you sweep aside
As you carry me in
And lay me down on the bed of love
You’ve prepared
I gasp for breath
As I realize for the past moments
I’ve been holding it all in
Afraid I’ll awaken!

I look up at you
Drinking in your beauty
I caress your face, my fingers
Running along your full lips
As my body
Slowly melts
At hearing your pledge of love
Flowing like the voice of the stream 
Promising that you’ve forsaken all others
And I’m the only one
Who makes you feel truly alive
Who makes your heart beat quicken
And ignites the fire in your soul
I try to speak
But I’m silenced by your kiss
A questioning kiss
And so my lips speak to you
In a language my voice cannot
“You’re the ONE! Take me…here now…
Take me…do with me what you please…
Do all that as young lovers we were
Deprived of doing because they tore us apart! 
Here…now…my love, make up for lost time
I’m yours!”
You pull away and look into my eyes
Wanting to be absolutely sure
Satisfied by what you see
You start to undress me
To claim me
You do with me what you please
With no living soul to hear
I cry out your name in throes of ecstasy
Again and again
Till I am spent…

You run your hands through
My damp hair
Waiting for me 
To resurface
My eyes flutter open to see
Your smile of victory
Of possession
Of love realized…finally!
And I smile, contentedly…
That though you will never be mine, 
We are in a place that no one can invade
This place is ours
On the other side of Dreamland’s Gate
Is our secret meeting place 
Now and forever
Every time
I close my eyes!

Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2013

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Once More

As the evening crept in
whisper of pines unfolded slowly another story,
every single instant seemed one decade;
unknown stars above blinking endlessly,
hand in hand ,our hearts unbridled themselves
and then escaped somewhere into darkness,
old moon unveiled the amazing mountains
every tree inundated by oozing silver;
under this autumn sky
enchanted by immense beauty
our speechless,unbounded moments
as four eyes met in love once more;
unabated passion about to explode moment
into fragments of pleasure
unlimited,boundless and never ending;
we inhaled fragrance of love
unfurling like a rose every second,
I thought of the universe for a moment
even though it seemed oblivion to us.


For David's VOW/CON contest 

Contest Rules:1 original, poem on the theme of any theme 19 lines no more or less. 

your poem starts with a vowel then a consonant and keep all of your vowels in alphabetical order, so the pattern will be A con E con I con O con U con A con E con I con O con U and so-on until the last word ends in the vowel 'U' .

Please use more than two or three words per line...

Copyright © kash poet | Year Posted 2013

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Night Visions

In the heat-throb of summer you'd come to me,
drifting in on the fragrance of June and July.
Beneath the flower-wreathed window, in lunar lambency,

the warm sandalwood wind tonguing my sweat-slicked skin,
passion's perfume seeped through pores,
love's heavy scent dried on my thighs.

You vanished in autumn - a rasp of dry leaves.
Now you appear in slivers of streetlight, muted in moonlight;
the sour yellow rind of a thin moon, gone bitter.

Copyright © Charlotte Jade Puddifoot | Year Posted 2010

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Midnight...You Are My Sun

In all the earnest buds
                  that long to open…..
and ambrosial May promises

I tried in the silence
and the rush of the storm
that rages wild and unkempt
to fight this consuming
                        To cease the feeling….
To halt the sticky sweetness
(berries on your lips)

I can’t stop it…baby
It’s there in every hour
In the breaking of the dawn
painted pink and washed in fire

In the turbulent waves of blue
and salt rain on my face
In the way you speak 
                           and caress me
and the way your eyes just mess me

In the stark speech of branches
and the reawakening of flowers
The breeze that teases my hair
and tosses it carelessly

It’s just always there
stroking and breaking
                   and rebuilding me
Crashing me to jagged rocks
and yet spreading my wings
to fly your passion sky

In the dream of something
came the reality of you

In the fantasy of a wind’s embrace
                came your precious face
and now I am powerless….
just helpless to stop this

My exposed heart blasts out
this eternal hankering……
this infinite crimson crush

A war against the pitching
A battle against this tumble
A railing combat…yet….

Aye! In the night that steals the sun
In the clouds that whisper achromatic hues
and the freesia and lilacs 
                     and violets….. I see you
You are there just waiting
Always……relentlessly….I fall

Oh baby, I just can’t stop this

I fall, hard in a breathless fumble
Into your waiting heart

Like a trembling cat
I curl in your lap
I am so in love with you…

Copyright © Christie Moses | Year Posted 2009

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You Tempt Me

You tempt me
As I sense your presence by my side
The whisper of your flowing silken dress
A whiff of fragrant jasmine scent.
You tempt me
With each flicker of your doe-brown eyes
Shadowed in lilac hues and full dark lashes
A smile, partly concealed on pouting lips.
You tempt me
With curvaceous waves of long black hair 
Cascading by glowing peach-rose cheeks  
Rising, falling on your breast with every breath. 
You tempt me
As you stand against the evening light
The Aphrodite of my dreams and fantasies
Seductive, alluring and desirable.
I temp you 
As gently I pull back my straying hair 
Nestled on the fullness of my breast
Exposing what your famished eyes are feasting on.
I tempt you
In silent expectation my body glows 
With purpose of fulfilment I slowly make my way to you
My haloed shadow dances on your rigid form.
I tempt you
Breathless, you lean against the wall
My desires surging at this sign of weakness
Within inches of your body, I languidly pause.
I tempt you
Sensuously, at satin ribbons my fingers pull 
Until my struggling gown hesitantly quivers 
Before it glides and gathers at my feet.
I tempt you
Grounded by wanton cravings, I look you in the eyes
I simply smoulder there within your reach 
The final vestige of abstinence still lingers in the air.
I tempt you
Then I lean in, my breath is warm upon your check 
Against your heaving chest my breasts now brush 
I breathe and whisper softly “Come to me.”
I tempt you
Inveigled in this rare moment, my heart bursts 
As you crush my body tightly against yours
You taste the temptress kiss that frees your needs.
I tempt you
For my heart has long been tempted
By strong unquenched desires 
For you.

A Repost of a collaboration with Paul Callus

Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2016

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In the Soft Veil of the Night

The perfection of your lips, they leave me not..
I have traced them a thousand times..
With closed eyes, my empty hands have caressed the curves of your silken shore..
I have lost self within the dark pools of your haunting eyes..
Want fills the vessel of I..
Your scent, that sweet fragrance of desire, filling my mind in fever..
On tongue tip simmers your nectar, fulfilling..
Two breaths as one, our bodies the same..
Wetness and warmth, swallowing stone...
I have drowned within you..
Your soft petals covering..
Drawing forth the rising of man..
Wrapped in your hunger..
I am afloat, in the soft veil of the night....TAH

Copyright © Tobey Hill | Year Posted 2013

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These ribbons I tie as you leave

Blue – 
for your arm wrapped around
my clavicle. I thought
I would loose my breath.

Red – 
for the cusp of our hip bones
struggling to pull the drunken color
from our orange cheeks.
and our sweat, our sweat, our sweat
in the drenched summer air.
Our pants futile afterthoughts
Left crumpled on the floor
It is here I asked for your respect
And you filled me with it.

Orange – 
for the musk smell of our blanket den. I would watch the way dawn light
speckled your shoulders, pale, white-blue
I would trace the ink
of your skin, fingertip hovering a half inch
from your bone. 

Green – 
for how my name would hesitate
on your breath in brief puffs 
like dandelion seeds blown from 
My wistful lips when I was 
waiting for them to bring back my wish.

Black – 
for my sleeveless dress, as we strolled from 
your father’s funeral.  

It was the only time I watched you cry.

There were little holes in the cement sidewalk.
They filled with rain, oil
And your tears.
I watched your face change through 
their watery colored reflections.

Pink – 
for the way your skin repels from my 
Touch, quivers as though my finger- 
print were a red hot poker.
You haven’t allowed me to touch you
In a year.

Purple – 
for the color of her font, as she responds to you. It is an eager
Color. She responds with all the passion of an Eskimo kiss. 

You left her waitng..always.

I have been special to you,
she replies to your

Her letters 
Who blush
like a maid
Who’s felt the hot moist
whisper of something naughty
tickle against her ear lobe.

White – 
for the way your eyes punch accusations
sharper then your razor tongue.

They spit 
blue crackled lightening,
like an angry alley cat.

My words cannot reach you here.
You will leave.

We will divide our booty

Words that once held my name like a piece
Of carefully folded origami
now hiss cold 
devoid like the plaster of our empty room.

for the morning 
now knocking on my window.

I am livid in my withdrawal, tossing and turning
I can find no comfort
the tangle of these vacant sheets. 

Copyright © Jennifer Brooks | Year Posted 2006

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living a creative life

(this is not a comment on gun rights in U.S.A. I am from Canada where we do not face the same challenges. rather i seek to speak to the creative mind. the search for the peace in our hearts. the gun is not literal but represents the violent soul. i hope i have not offended anyone.) 

almost everything that wraps the bone structure of the hands is responsible for its sense of touch touch, the neck of a guitar a lover’s hair via a pen through and to the end of a paint brush our sensitive our creative side flows through our hands the first time i held a gun my skin melted off than the tendons muscles veins arteries followed fell off the bone stripped to its empty frame i held the gun with a raw naked bone pulled the trigger with a cold dead hand i never held a gun again the flesh grew back in peace and love my creative voice is alive again travels easily through my brand new hands

Copyright © Maurice Yvonne | Year Posted 2014

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Raspberry Kisses

Raspberry Kisses

Silent kisses throughout the air.
Just like the wild raspberry affair. 

Nowhere to know how,
Can they be found!
Now they are here,
Only to me you appear, 
Fragrantly simple and sweet,
From your head to your feet,

Melts-in-your-mouth, easy to eat!

With an imperceptible sharp overtone,
Your lip texture finer than a rose,
A kiss, so edible it carries its own light juicy moan.

Delicious, I want to own them with an unlimited supply. 
The greatest refined assortments, of every flavor of berry divine.
Delicately designed with a deep inner core,
"Cumulative kisses," wait to be explored. 
Small cascading pods, contain the best forever after taste.
Exceeding saliva fills the hollow root in my cavity base. 

Walking with kisses, which belong to the sun?
Your berry-fine sensation, lips of relaxation invade the method in my meditation.
The inner peace of you, lands in the most tranquil way.
My buds taste and hide this kissing quality; I won’t share nor display.

I desire this episode will full flavor ahead.
Transforming the imaginary form, from zero; till there is none. 
The perfect persuasive peck of all picks. 
Harvesting the ripest mental bliss only for my lips!

I belong to you.


Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2012

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The Passion Of Christ

Yes, it was real, it seared like desert sand;
I sensed a scorching sandstorm stirring -
warm winds whipping, hot cinders blowing in.
And you were there: compassion shining
in eyes that could read me,
a smile that could still a thrown stone.
Hostile tongues flung names at me like stones -
whore, slut, harlot.
When we met I was slinky-silken in scarlet;
your eyes, your smile, unpicked my harlot.
You loved the sinner in me,
embraced my human frailty.

Oh Lord, my lover,
how many times did my tears anoint you
as molten beads of your sweat anointed me?
I bent low at your feet, lowly,
like a fig tree bending to earth.
Was it tears or spheres of perfumed oil
that fell? I couldn't tell,
but I caressed away your cares,
wrapped you in silk spools of my hair.

Your memory is fire.
Your skin was desert,
burning bronze, scourged and scoured
by scalding winds of the puritanical,
yet thirsting for sensuality's oasis;
raindrop touches of my fingertips.
Liquid love poured from every pore
like aromatic oil.

I loved the man as they loved the myth.
And I could love you only like this:
pulsing in my arms with a human pulse,
incandescent with the zeal of my kiss.

Hot winds brought on hard heat.
Our final hours together were shifting sands
sifting through an hourglass, funnelling away.
But even as they drove each nail in
I felt the hot shuddering within,
knew that this was your release
from mortal flesh and sin.

Three days, three nights,
weeping at the womb of your tomb.
And now they find you risen, but I recall you risen
in my hands, your mouth pressed to mine.

So desert becomes oasis; arid earth
softening to the green of rebirth,
and I am a seed of love about to break -
my belly stippled and rippling with our child.

Copyright © Charlotte Jade Puddifoot | Year Posted 2014

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Tea For Two

I love to watch the tilt of your tender-tipped fingers
cupping the teacup's rounded heat,

the way you would gently cup my breasts,
your hands coiled lovingly around their warmth.

The roil of boiling water, the fluid swirl
of aromatic amber flowing over delicate flowers

as spiralling steam scents the room sensual,
rose-redolent and perfumed with jasmine flowers.

Lustrous light turns the day liquid: our private gilded hour.
Lemon sunlight slivers sharpen our eyes to each other.

Your fingers move with practised, deft fluidity,
absently caressing the chintzy china;

the air heavy with heady scents of the orient,
a tingling-brisk kiss of bergamot upon your lips.

I watch you lingering, filtering the fragrant leaves,
your fingers fingering the fragile porcelain,

florid and swelling with heat;
your lips dipping to sip sugared gold.

Copyright © Charlotte Jade Puddifoot | Year Posted 2012

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Stay with me, hold my hands so tight.
Stay with me, I need you here by my side.
Stay with me, until the clouds get dark.
Stay with me, I'll take you somewhere we can hide.

Stay with me, you are the only one I want.
Your breath,your smell that make me high.
Stay with me, I want this room to burn on fire.
I'll let you win this broken heart if you'll stay with me ,tonight.

Stay with me, I need you here by my side.
Stay with me then hold my hands,'til clouds get dark.
Stay with me, there's somewhere else that we can hide.
Stay with me, I'm begging for a one night stand.

This life isn't be this way before,
When I met you, I broke the rules.
I became free and saw the light.
So please stay with me ,tonight!

Stay with me, the time is short.
You'll be gone soon in open door.
Stay with me until my eyes were closed.
So I can save the memories when you stay with me, tonight.

written: 4/30/2014

Copyright © Aiyah de Torres | Year Posted 2014