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Best Poems Written by Ra Oremraeh

Below are the all-time best Ra Oremraeh poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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I Am a Sex God

What is it like to be a sex god?
To know the exact spot that will rock their worlds in ways
never seen before and never seen again, their parting words,
You are a God!
.
To have them scream your name, knowing
as soon as they’re gone you sit alone,
eating cold spaghetti from a can,
as you continue to detach yourself from
another emotionless encounter.
Nonetheless, they know you’re a god.
.
What is it to be this god with
so many lovers yet never knowing some names,
or what should solidify what you’ve shared?
The object of their fantasies yet to never see
“I love you” in their eyes, or hear it from
the lips of one lying beside you the next morning,
for there’s no one there.
.
What is it to be a sex god ruling none
for once those words are uttered, their worship is gone.
The god who rules universes of lust
where stars flash but never ignite,
leaving blackened skies crying out for full moons.
The god who has never felt another’s heart beat against his own,
who cries himself to sleep for the mistakes he’s made,
longing for the anticipation of 1,000 kisses that stand still in time?
.
I am this god, and I stand alone.

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Blue Cotton Candy

Sometimes
life should be about
nothing more than
swirly upside down rides
and blue cotton candy
for in the end
pasts can’t be taken back
only relived
and the truth is
I’d rather live
happily
with my blue tongue
than die
with the past’s
bitter taste
on my lips.

8-8-09

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First Date

New beginnings smiled from across the room
Big brown eyes melted mine as I thought
...this cannot be real!...
Butterflies performed ballet in my stomach

Her voice danced like wind chimes in my mind
Sleeping violins came alive and 
filled my ears and my heart with song
I’d been deaf for far too long

We touched hands
Hearts pumped faster faster faster
Heaven and freedom became ours 
for the moment in this finger embrace

Effortless conversation 
A meeting of minds, sometimes intense 
Mostly light hearted
Sprinkled with sparkling happiness

Lips pressed together in a goodbye 
as innocent as our souls 
A gentle reminder of vulnerability and
hope for what may come,  for what may be

Rain fell from the sky like an angel’s blessing
streaming our faces in the day’s dusk 
I wished to dance my way home on the raindrops,
lingering in her kiss

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Bitterflies

Inspired by a friends’ typo...

 

...When do the butterflies in our stomachs stop fluttering? 

Why do they stop being so happy?

Is it because they have morphed into bitterflies?

Do butterfly kisses turn into bitterfly backstabs?

and if butterflies are free to fly, do bitterflies have clipped wings?

If we go chasing butterflies, and catch bitterflies

is it because we have been blinded by the ones, who like moths,

chew through the fabric of our lives,

readily and eagerly devouring all with greed?

 
Remind me to use spellcheck.  I don’t want bitterflies in my life.

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Pinocchio

Last night began in a darkened room
filled with forced friendships and opaque smiles.
We ate freshly popped popcorn with real butter,
probably the only real thing in the room, except for
painful memories, lost dreams and misplaced smiles.

We watched Pinocchio.
I realized,
I too want to be a real boy.

You see, I lived caged by the puppeteer,
his toy to use for enjoyment and gain.
I too danced with no strings,
being who all wanted me to be.
I sometimes fibbed to avoid trouble,
yet it found me time and time again,
sometimes at my own doing…
even when I told the truth.

My conscious was not a cricket,
but a full imagination that kept me going.
In the Hi-diddle-dee-dee,
as an actor to all, I set myself free.

The more I grew, the more I believed in
being brave, truthful, and unselfish.
I tried.
Like anyone on the journey of life,
I didn’t always succeed.
But I tried.
I learned though…always,
and therefore,
I never did turn into a jackass,
(although there are a few who will say differently).

I never had a Geppetto to rescue, yet
I refused to starve to death in the belly of a whale.
For me though, it wasn’t a whale it was a sea of sharks
who threatened to eat me alive.

I chose to be brave,
I chose to be truthful,
I chose to be unselfish,
or at least as much as possible.
In doing so, I saved myself,
(and continue to do so).
Of course I had some help from
unknown fairies,
invisible Figaros and
silent Cleos.
They took on different forms along the way.

Before bed last night
I looked at my friends.
I saw that they are real people,
also dealing with real life.
They have hope in their eyes.
They have dreams in their hearts,
and they have real smiles on their lips…
lips that often forget where those smiles reside.

As I went to bed with this understanding,
a warmth filled the air.
A star came from the night sky.
Suddenly, I became a real boy.

(Like a bolt out of the blue
Fate steps in and sees you through
When you wish upon a star
Your dreams come true)

I laid my head on my pillow in silence.
I was content.
As I fell asleep, I began to dream.
I dreamed about the next part of my journey…
…the road to becoming a real man.