Inspired by "Oval Living" by CayCay Godwin
Wobbly teardrop poised to fall,
why do you have a Southern drawl?
And if I raise my eyes to look,
will I find you've grown into a brook
on a face that's all aquiver,
ruefully destined to be a river,
joining tears of sisters and brothers,
in life's ocean made by mothers.
A blubbery walrus, well taught,
With whiskers aquiver once sought,
A means on the land
To start up a band,
But vocals here hindered a lot.
That phrase describes products that
succeed through inherent quality,
solving real world problems
It worre a 45 minute leisure time,
the interludes one tempo to another
The inconsistency of proportion had to
be managed in order fo
r both tempos could have way.
the resolution of our discontent
stifled the progression which
had been natural and pleasant.
Until her centered need divided the concerns of
all who had interest in the project
it became easier for her to modulate
proves attempts to alter beliefs are
Both weak and unsuccessful
one who inspires might find there
the undue influencing to cover them
without knowing such is in accordance
Aquiver the excitement of being influential
is different from the shamefulness of
being looked at as someone
will to cast a spell on you to have you as?
The core components and music is
the actual performance in which style
or genre the song works best for
the audience and performer
the need to know why she
wished to brainwash him startlede
Upstairs; a bed with sleeping teddy bears
Downstairs; a table and two chairs
His sighs
His lonely eyes
The dim silent room
The snow falling through the gloom
The reflection in the window
Stare back upon
The one who in anger bid her go
Lamenting the hours she's been gone
And the shouting that seemed so long ago
Even pride can no longer recall
what winds brought the storm
nor how deep the rainfall
Not even knowing if she’s safe and warm
Then the creaking door
The room awash in sudden cold
He waits no more
For the darkness to unfold
Her, in his rush to hold her
Their eyes meeting as he enfold
Her, and his unashamed tear
Ponders his disgrace
As he wipes the same tear from her face
Midst the rapture of love's embrace
In passion's haste things were said
For anger's sake
-now anger is dead
In both their hearts
Where love left smouldering erupt in flame
And cupids darts
Linger without blame
In their quiver
his cheeks dewy
His bottom lip aquiver
Down old dirt roads, in the densest woods,
Along banks of winding rivers;
Echoes of my childhood,
Send my soul aquiver.
Tree roots intertwine,
Fusing with mine.
Returning Home.
* 'Wandering Wayfarer' Poetry Contest
* Sponsored by: Nette Onclaud
* Entered on: 10/22/2025
* Total Syllable Count: 42
I keep lurching in the dark,
With the unforgiving feeling of searching for something long lost in the dimness where truth lies,
In the prejudice of my mind,
My scream an echo to death's heart,
An unforgiving fountain of crimson blood,
Like drips of memories fleeting far from my grip in a thrashing flood,
Sending devil's whisper to the vast hole within my might,
The world bathed in burning shards of flame,
The smell of ashes going way down to hell,
And yet I stand aquiver,
While turning into dust by the mirror,
Nothing could be finer than to be deep inside your v****a in the morning
Nothing could be sweeter than my sweetie when I touch her up in the morning
When my morning glory presents itself at your widening door
Threading through your fair forest to enter your oasis once more
Rolling with my girlie in our bed so bright and early in the morning
Puckering up my lips to kiss your stiffening papillae tips in the morning
And then south of your succulent breasts I often long to go
To sip the ichor of your oasis in its fertile and full flow
Until finally we again come back chest to breasts and face to face
To merge in that one climactic full and frenetic embrace
From which we recover aquiver, relaxed and wholly spent.
A brief glimpse of heaven from above so generously sent
This engrossing eternal bliss allows us both to rise
To luxuriate in our fleeting moment of that pure paradise.
If I had a magic wand for only a day,
I'd make a wish and here's what I'd say,
"Nothing could be finer than to be deep in your v****a
Every morning"
Written: April 29, 2024 For Regina Regina Mcintosh Contest
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Meeting her will drown me with her love,
It will express pride and bliss from above.
Her glance involved an ambivalent dream,
Her smile is ambrosian whenever we team.
I will cry with her and soothe her fears,
Lend her comfort and wipe away her tears.
Her love shakes my soul with an auric beat,
Love blooms amid a full moon in aquiver heat.
When I fall in love, I will bestow my all,
It arises during alertness, sleep, or crawl.
As an ariose bloom, I am free in her grasp,
Time slips in her hold, as love vows a clasp.
When I fall in love—I cherish every turn,
Under the pretense of perpetual concern.
With a look and a grin, you had me awed,
Heart fire, in love—descry mist, not flawed
As I fell in love—I will miss her as she left,
In every departure, my heart grows a cleft.
Two souls lost in heavenly love now merge,
Love anew, with each dawn submerge.
at the growing flock
including male friends relatives,
minus yours truly, whose presence,
would merely generate a yawn,
though even a distinct black swan
received royal carpet treatment
particularly one named Shawn
encompassing another honorable guest
with illustrious surname Rawn
guests underwritten by Cupid,
whose presence surreptitiously withdrawn
(invitations distributed widely explained,
just beak cuz gerrymandering redrawn)
even provoking deer interest
of stray doe eyed fawn
hence lacking bravado and brawn
this bird den some seedy,
yet dove out crow kissing Avocet
trundled off to parts unknown you bet
far from boys stir russ, raw cuss, diss cuss
ting clacking clique, and thus this solitary fret
full ostracized, rejected, unwanted egret,
who heron there experienced many a let
down, not simply because of stork disparity
with the Aves and havenots,
but I never met
any other species so set
in their ways, hence off
on a wing and prayer
in search of other buoys and gulls,
whom this dodo bird they will coe vet!
True lovers savour those moments
When their world fuses
With the spirit of the universe
Their bodies locked in close communion
Aquiver with the tingle
Of every kiss and caress
Responding eagerly ,yielding
Surrendering fully
To the mounting passion of their intimacy
Until exploding in ecstasy
Aligning them momentarily,
Every element of their being fully electric,
With the spirit of the world
Fin flags shiver beside a slightly gaping mouth
Pectorals all aquiver with the body's flicker flame
To rise and fall beside the glass while neon's lights
Blue downward slantings flashed with headlight eyes
Float still against green backing weed
Twenty times the fighter twists and turns
Then briefly all shimmy shivers cease
for just an interlude of perfect still
Floating like a slowly sinking leaf
All peace until the fins and waving trims again begin
All day until the night until turning off the fish tank light
Though dribble drip's trickle sound continues
Through the dark into each day's return
With Siamese still searching
Still looking into mankind's world
For signals from a fish to fight
“Twas halloween night and well it had been
till falling asleep and hell it then seemed...
I was sitting at home all by myself
Suddenly my eyes were drawn to the shelf
The clock had grown a vile, gruesome green face
A long pointed nose, with teeth a disgrace.
It started to speak with an eerie sound
The voice echoed, bouncing off walls all round
Houselights started to dim and to flicker
Scared I instantly went all aquiver.
Someone took my hand and led me upstairs
Afraid, I whispered “save me” in prayer
Waiting up there were ghouls and ghastly ghosts
Skeletons wearing long black overcoats.
A mist rolled in and so did vampire bats
Then came terrifying, creepy black cats
Witches flew in through windows on broom sticks
Yelling and screaming at me, "treat or tricks."
Couldn’t speak or bellow, just slunk to the floor
Passed out because I couldn't take any more
I woke and my mother was standing there
"Darling" she said "you have had a frightmare."
...so I wrote a poem on the dream theme.
Written: 15th October 2020
.....and so I wrote a poem Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: John Lawless
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A ping of appearance,
while the world skids on.
I expect Wiley Coyote to turn up,
but it is only chipmunk,
a little mousy hot-rod, tuned-up
to outrun perception.
Yours is the trembling electric instant;
truly you are a light unto yourself.
Murine wisp with whiskers,
always thrilled by your own survival.
The dead-stop of your arrival,
blurs my ken, then you are gone
while I wallow in an after-image.
You and your speed affirming
racing-stripes, always aquiver
to dart away.
Run tiny animation of the wind, run!
To taste you is teasing
yet satisfaction i give
As your lips taste me
my soul cries to live
Your kiss sparks one fire
as you open up a river
From just your very touch
has my whole body aquiver
Oh your soft warm lips
make my heart beat faster
I am under your control
Love slave your the master
Headboard held so tight
white are my knuckles
Soon after my knees shake
then they begin to buckle
Bring out in me all of the
gasps, the moans, the cries
Only to be followed by
my soft breathless sighs
Leaving me within warm
arms holding me tight
How could I ever think
these feelings I'd fight
Laying in shades of desire
passion nourishes our souls
enlightenment within the motion
smoldering touch ignites as it glows
soft enchanted whispers beckon
amourous waves rushing through
my being,
hearts aquiver as shaky fingertips
gently stroke your sweet brow
our lips meet tasting of exquisite
ambrosial nectar
I'm lost in the depths of your eyes
while breathing in your warm breath
you see the only peace I will ever
find is when I'm with you
because it's within your arms
that I am truly home
2nd place winner!;)
8/12/19
Sponsor:Luloo
Contest: free verse My home "when I'm with you I'm home"
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