Best Anticipations Poems
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Delicate amid natures bareness these dreams unfold...
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Breast to breast within passions breath, this rendezvous?!
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Embracing as wanting lips touch to invite, loves tingling desires
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Turning to face this inscription once carved, as anticipations arrival ~
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These hushed whispers in tomorrows promise; kneeling gently refined
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To taste the forbidden fruit of her gardens, temptress flesh...
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Parting the softness of enraptured as, pearls of pleasure ensue
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Caressing two hearts disrobed in sweetened, creamful sighs ~
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Dew drops clinging to the gazing forest; its blanket of bliss to fall
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As crescendo begins to paint its colours, in sixty-nine different hues...
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Silent laughter echoing in the afters, smiling, euphoric moments glow!?
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“Hushed Whispers” ~
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Virgin love; beholding this gleam within her eyes; knowing how much she is desiired
Lying in bed at night, fantasizing; one step closer unto its joyful revealings moment...
Fingertips sliding lavenders silk to the side, again; deeply moaning aneath crystals
Euphorias pleasing arrival; the newness, and everything now seems so, beautiful ˜
Red and white lace in perfumed make-up; anticipations tossing about her hair
Flowing as the candlelight sways and the fireplace dances; pink champagne in ice
Frosted glasses with gentle music, painting a tomorrow; rose petals of fragrant
Colours waiting atop the table; sanguine hearts, amid chimeful bells they'll play...
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..."Soft Silk Dreams" *
Unrequited love is shallow,
lacking depth; it cannot float dreams.
Yet, you will forego happiness
for a lifetime of silent screams.
Both tormentor and destroyer,
doubt devastates your sense of pride.
A heart that craves a love denied
will wilt and slowly die inside.
Wishes attack reality;
striking with irrational force.
Unattainable dreams fuel
frustration, anger, and remorse.
Truth defines the expectations
and anticipations of youth.
And yet, you have fallen in love,
acknowledging no other truth.
Feeling lost, nothing seems real,
drowning in tears, you cling to hope.
Yet rejected hearts tend to break;
finding it difficult to cope.
Smiling recollections,
summer evening reflections, now
almost gone for new generations
while my venues of childhood musings
and adolescent anticipations
...near extinction.
I must concede my willingness to share
what they will never recall
- the exhilaration
when Dad would pronounce,
"We're going to the drive-in tonight".
A creature double feature,
"The Blob" and "I Was a Teenage Werewolf",
both Feep worthy presentations,
fantasmically speaking.
The impatience for dusk was matched
with the rush of a 10 minute intermission
and, while spotlights played on the
darkened screen, cardboard pizza,
Buttercup popcorn, hockey puck hamburgers,
soggy steamed dogs, and french fries,
were greedily consumed for more
than the price of admission.
Hood ice cream cups with flat wood spoons
for dessert, then back with only
one minute 'til SHOWTIME to the
mosquito safe car where "Pic" coils
repelled the infestation while smoldering
on the glove box door - mesothelioma be damned!
Then, if we didn't escape with an
early exit dash, were caught
in the dust and chaos of the only
late night traffic jam in town.
And...years later, those teenage
trysts, without permission - I'll never tell
what movie?
But, always remember "Gourmet Confessions"!
Faith--
F Fresh and free thought choices
A Abject confessions feel voices
I Individual wills wishes devoted
T Testing freedom of speech chosen
H Hopeful anticipations insist Lord give me "faith"
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Virgin love...
Beholding this gleam within her eyes
Knowing, how much she is desired
Lying in bed at night, fantasizing
One step closer unto its joyful, revealings moment
Fingertips sliding lavenders silk to the side
Again, moaning deeply aneath crystals pleasing
Euphorics arrival; the newness and everything
Now seems so beautiful; red and white lace
In perfumed make-up and she...
Anticipations tossing about her hair
Flowing as the candlelight sways
Love's fireplace dancing; romance, pink champagne
Upon ice with their frosted glasses; gentle music
Painting her tomorrow and rose petals fragrant
Bouquets she colours waiting atop the table...
Sanguine hearts; amid chimeful bells, they'll play.
ANTICIPATIONS
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apprehensive
contrasts
in
sombre
glimpses
totally
themselves
&
so
necessary
to survive
disquiet
made
manifest
in
venerable
tradition
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intensity
emulated
with
hypnotic
fixity
a
considered
significance
evident
&
perceptible
with
an
indicative
corrective
descending
an
embarked
inclination
Dear life, I have not struggled
for being called cheater….. I might have
kept my promises but that doesn’t
make me a cheater…. when all my plans
gone wrong, I thank you for the help
you did, the people you gave but,
I still continue to fail… so please,
call me a loser, not a cheater.
Life you were so kind bringing
hope, new people in my life….
their anticipations made me take risks
and I failed like every time. The only
new thing knocked the door was lier,
cheater, unfaithful and many more…..
tags given by my so loved people
how should I tell them that I’m a loser….. not a cheater!!!!
Tough times are not new for me, people’s
change is something new that I have tasted
It’s bitter than I thought, worse than ever.
Yet I still strive to bring smile on my
loved ones, yet again I fail…. and I see
their faith in me fading away…..
all I can tell is the fear of being
called cheater kills me away.
Yes, I can’t do it now.. but I might
do in future. Life give me one chance
to prove people that I’m not a cheater but,
a loser or at least an opportunity to
thank the people in my life….
a loser asks your help once again.
thoughts such wander in my mind
because I’m a loser….. not cheater!!!
Winter feels the coming spring
As it gasps for it's last breath
For spring has won the battle
And handed winter it's death
The flowers dance in unison
As the sparrow begins to sing
The willow tree waves it's branches
In honor of the coming spring
The brooks are bubbling over
With heightened anticipations
The clouds all cast their shadows
With familar illustrations
Winter is now a memory
As spring begins to dance
A time for new beginnings
And nature's own romance
POPCORN
White kernels of hot popping yummy flavoring,
Cooked in golden butter drippings, lightly sprinkled
To taste with salty perfections gentle touch,
At the kitchen cooks discretion.
The crunchy and munchy treat, to pass
Around at any family social gatherings
Celebration.
Fill up them empty bowls both large
And small heap them full to the very
Tippy-top, nothing will be left behind,
Trust me, for its POPCORN!!
Bucket me, bag me, but for heaven’s sake
Don’t deny me this mouthwatering feast
To the senses.
The comfort food of the ages, forget those
Old bags of stale potato chips or the dusty shelved
Candy bars, sold at the local quickie mart.
I’ll grab me instead that old fashioned jiffy pop,
Light up that gas stove of wonders, and let it perform
Its delectable miracle.
Slowly it heats up, with a sizzles crack, crackling,
Sliding it back and forth, over the low flame
Of salivating, you can hear each tender morsel
Deliciousness forming, within this silver cone
Of desire.
With anticipations childhood like frenzy,
No adult can resist, as you delicately open
This steaming hot package, of pleasures drooling
Lust, its fragrance fills your raw senses,
Exposing that inner need for what,
Pop, pop, popping corn.
White kernels of hot popping yummy flavoring,
Cooked in golden butter drippings, lightly sprinkled
To taste with salty perfections gentle touch,
At the kitchen cooks discretion.
The crunchy and munchy treat, to pass
Around at any family social gatherings
Celebration.
Fill up them empty bowls both large
And small heap them full to the very
Tippy-top, nothing will be left behind,
Trust me, for its POPCORN!!
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
A WOMAN’S STYLE
Why, oh, why am I transmogrified with desire when I see you in society?
Is it right to control me when I just want to be free?
Love, my dear, is never to be denied.
I just want to feel your essence your vibes.
Call it what you may but I am not just a roll in the hay a simple lay.
We will get to know each other's endeavors this day.
A woman’s style is to go after what she desires and throw it to the wind.
She will get her man and that’s the win.
Today I will walk in the sunrise.
You are the rogue in my mind’s eye.
I smile because you are a burst of sunshine.
I just want to feel your energy with mine.
I’ll come again tomorrow and you will give me a wink.
Soon I know I will be your everything.
A woman’s style is to be shy for the moment.
She will converse once she knows you are lonely.
Tonight I will venture into the twilight.
You'll be at that particular place in time.
I will enter the dance hall impromptu.
You will glance my way and i'll be looking at you.
I figure this will be the big break.
Must I close my eyes to crave?
A woman’s style is to romantically embrace her desires and her anticipations.
She knows the signs of procrastination.
A woman’s style is to follow her aspirations.
She might find a better placement.
So do not be egoistic.
A woman’s style is altruistic.
[A woman's style!]
[A woman's style!]
[A woman's style!]
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Verlena S. Walker
Penned on September 21, 2014!
Wrought liquid metal, hued in the fire's of hell,
Pored into a castings shell, then hammered well,
By the angry fists of Satan himself, behold the skeleton key.
Accursed by evil's malevolent spell, one size fits all,
No locked doors can resist against its turnings twist,
Opening unto the supernatural's mystical power, and unlocking
Humanity's hidden passages and darkest corridors,
Leaving no secrets left unspoken or in silence.
Crimson blood spewing forth from corrupted key holes, oozing
Downwards unto the floor below, staining ancient
Tapestries of the royal gentries, and the upper classes refined.
Skull to the cross bones, it possesses a will of its own,
A vile living entity, with its own consciousness.
Molding, reshaping itself at pleasures dark whim,
Feasting on hatred's malice, then releasing it unto the world
Of men.
A twisted wanton thing, laughing with intentions cruelties,
And relishing in our agonies pain.
But *****sapiens are a curious species, never realizing when to
Leave things well enough a lone.
We must know what lies beyond that forbidden
Door, where mankind is not allowed to trespass.
In these dark places of shadows ethereal, it rocks in a fetal
Ball, a creature, waiting to be disturbed, go then seek what lurks therein,
If you dare, only the key knows what it really is, and it laughs,
At our ignorance, mocking us in the darkness.
Four it is the beast, chained and shackled within our worst
Nightmares, a fierce devilish demon, that pierces through the
Darkest of night, to hunt the innocent souls of wayward men.
You've have ventured to far, beyond thy safety zone of no return.
Four death lies in those reddened eyes that watch you within
The darkness.
If you move it will attack, motions movements attracts
Attentions reactions, so remain frozen there is no safety's retreat
Thou'art trapped, again the key so laughs in the abyss,
Mocking at humanity's ignorance.
Shaking with anticipations glee, it begs the next
User to place it into the key hole, of the unknown, come along
Now what can it hurt, just one little peek, let’s look beyond the crimson
Door, as the skeleton key heckles with unbridled happiness.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
I scream, you scream, we all scream for ice cream,
Rocky road unto the tin roof, let the chocolate chips
Fall where they may, float me down the river of
Goodie, goodie, mouthwatering spoonful’s of what
You know my friend, Ice cream!!
Double dip me, with peppermint silvers of toppings
Delight, I’m not bashful I’ll taste another delicious
Tasteful bite, of yummy goodie, past the teeth,
Down the throat, look out tummy hear it comes,
The sweetest yum-yum, you’ve ever indulged in,
What is it called, let’s all shout it out, loud and clear,
I scream, you scream, we all scream for Ice cream.
Frozen milk and sugar what a rushes impact left on
Over load, so many variations of pleasure my taste buds
Surrender, unto Baskins-N-Robbin’s ultimate control.
To a fine point pleasure zone, smoothly textured
I’m drooling with anticipations brain freeze.
Chill me to the shaking inner core, I’ll become the
First human living ice cream cone, a chiseled
Ice sculpture smiling within an ice burg of delightful
Bliss, just don’t forget my sprinkles topping, your choose
Of choose.
Scoops at the ready, hear there is no holding back,
Let the squeeze bottles run free at last,
Marshmallows, to milk chocolate flow, I’m
Here for my just deserts repast, licking down
Unto the last drops of flavor are finally gone.
Come on fudge slice me, ice cream man,
Let no truck pass until the final frozen bar
Is shared with every lucky child, whom chases
After your musical vehicle of our childhood
Remembrances dreaming.
Oh sacred is the banana split, the whole grail
Of the summer time treasury treat, three scopes
Of sensations richness, covered by the sweet sauce
Of thy choosers delectable choose, I’m at your
Tender mercy, please take advantage of my
Weakness, for what Ice Cream!!
I scream, you scream, we all scream for ice cream,
Rocky road unto the tin roof, let the chocolate chips
Fall where they may, float me down the river of
Goodie, goodie, mouthwatering spoonful’s of what
You know my friend, Ice cream!!
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Stretching at the very heavens are the braches of autumn,
It is becoming the season of death, and mother natures promise
Of rebirth is with drawing, leaving nothing behind but stilled
Whispering echoes.
The very ground itself grows fidgeted, as winters icy finger tips
Strangle at earths raw under belly, finally it yields to the pains
Agony and nature lies slain, forced into hibernation’s sleep, until
Spring breath will awaken it at last, with resurrection’s sweet kiss of life
Once more.
A screeching black raven clings to the darkening skies, one by one do
These harvengers of death land atop the trees icy prongs that bend and
Brake beneath their feather weight of distain.
Dark eyed demons ever watching, waiting unto the night takes passion
Of this world of the living, these sentinels of the demonic peck, and strike
At one another with anticipations things to come by night.
A stilled silence blankets the forest; nothing stirs except the creaking of
The ice in a near by stream, on the path a sobering wind rustles at the deadened
Leaves that crackle in the fall breeze.
It so creeps forward the feeling of uneasiness, the soft breath blowing against
The back neck hairs of humanity, a lumbering heaviness boggs down the air itself,
Almost choking the life from all living things in the surrounding venue.
Excited the black birds take winged flight, soaring screeching, announcing it
Comes, it comes!!
Shuttering nature pulls its white snow covering over its very head, she even
Wishes not to see, this true face of evil that cometh forward, the ethereal trap
Door has been triggered, and what elopes onwards cannot be stopped by
Any powers on earth.
Blow does the trumpets of heaven, angels take to the winds of destiny, beckoning
The evil to with draw, but it mocks at them, screaming in a howling’s rebuking,
I listen not to the likes of thee!!
Then a light unseen for many a millennium comes forward, it is the light of
Everlasting salvation, then creature of darkness shall thee do battle with me,
Nay I will with draw, backwards from winnest it came it vaporizes and disappears.
In the woods there is a path, never to crossed by humanity, their thou shall not
Step, for the essence of evil’s cold chill still lingers, in the autumn chilling wind.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
The thunder pounded in the night,
impending storm, a tension felt.
The darkness trembled with delight
as clouds protruded like a welt,
and air with trepidation dealt.
The thunder pounded in the night,
and lightning flashed across the sky.
The anxious night was glowing bright;
anticipations running high
as lovers gazed into their eyes.
The thunder pounded in the night,
and rain came pouring from above.
The room was heavy with storm’s might
as gale force winds gave pair a shove
while yielding to this night of love.
The thunder pounded in the night;
their bodies now as one conform
with passion burning, fires ignite.
But now a calmness starts to form,
yet calm is just the eye of storm…..
January 9, 2019