Best Astonishes Poems
I put all of it in my mouth
Big and strong you can tell what’s it all about
Wind pipes on shut down,
There’s no air to breath
My face stuffed
You can taste the smoothness of it
Surely it indulges my senses
Ahh…
Oh my
What a creation
I get goosebumps
Every time it comes into my mouth
The saliva in my mouth keeps on increasing
As I slowly suck it from one point and barely getting to the other
My hand small enough to handle the other side
As I take it
In and out
In and out
In and out of my mouth
As my breathing changes every time
Going faster
And faster
And faster
Taking no seconds to rest
As it penetrates through my lips
And my tongue plays with the big juicy round part
I am hardly on feet
For every moment astonishes me
It doesn’t soften up
It doesn’t go light
It’s just big strong and round
Lollipop kid's candy
Form:
You are a Venus of beauty multiplying at night,
As your City Lights adorably carpet each mountain,
The moon smiles above you with its gleam so bright;
A breathtaking view which a repertoire cannot even contain
In admiration of your panorama springing like a fountain.
The sun rejoices each day upon your vast splendid arid ground,
As spectators stride along your cascading stream of gorges,
You enchantingly cradle them into your bosom blissfully around;
Your architectural stone-mountain range spectacularly astonishes,
You are a Rose City- all is agog with your carved stones in red roses.
Oh, Petra! You’re widely admired with your unique environment,
A treasure of the world, the Nabataeans’ magnificent masterpiece;
A haven of everyone’s dream to ride and walk on every pavement,
Catering sumptuous experience in lavish pleasure making all feel at peace,
And ‘tis ballad of mine isn’t even enough to laud your great wonder and grace.
Nov. 12, 2013 6.36 pm
Petra , Jordan is really a very beautiful city/place! I was there last Oct. 21-22, 2013.
My avatar was taken there;))))
First Place
Contest: Best Poetic Form
Judged: 11/17/13
Sponsor: My greatest poet & sis PD
Fifth Place
Contest: Any Subject, Any Form
Judged: 11/15/13
Sponsor: Poet Charlotte Puddifoot
Although I couldn't see her I knew she was there.
Her essence filled the room with her perfume in there.
She was an invisible woman in need.
Her wet, musky sex speeding her greedy sin there.
Being invisible made it near impossible.
For what she wanted me to do, the air seemed thin there.
Invisibility has it's perks as you well know.
She can do everything that she wants to do with all men there.
Scanky yes, but what the hey, when it comes to the lay.
She has that need to play, so all men will win there.
Do invisible rosebuds smell the same you all ask?
Well if you can see this mans face, there's a grin there.
He's putting snow white flakes into this luscious rosebud.
The beauty of it astonishes all women there.
The luscious rosebud clutches like a tight fitting glove.
Invisible woman uses her rosebud when there.
I know this because I experienced her glove.
I'm here to say that invisible woman's been there!
Note: For Jarad's contest....hope this is close enough!! lol
Your thoughtless talking
Got me running and walking
Our reflection of cyber-sensation is not genuine
You're playing with my feelings and head now...that's mean...
Where have you been?
I have lost you...once again...
How can I forgive you, boo,
When we can't see face to face?
Searching all over for you too
Am I just this overwhelming disgrace?
Oh, What now?
Ah, now what?
You have taken me on levels of frustration...I weep sleep in awake agitation
Watching the process of abuse over the years
Shallow swimmer, shadows out if the closet of velvet hesitation
You and I together drives me in bittersweet tears
In instant return,
I get your rejection reflection
I internally burn
Not involved in your life of successful intervention....
Oh no, not anymore...
Hurt alone to the core...
I shed my blood of hate for our love on my own
And, in your eyes, I'm a pitiful fool and the aftershocks of your actions had made it known and let it be shown...I don't care, I'd rather bleed in the inside alone...
Alone, I will probably be...
Not alone, you're so free...
Your senseless subjection
Of my submissive affection
It astonishes me...
Mmmmm
Wholeheartedly
Mmmmm
It vanishes vainly...
Ahhhhhh
Unfortunately...
Ahhhhhh
Yet, fortunately...
Ah, oh so wistfully
It is incredibly of envy...
I have lived to witness momentarily...
Fair or not, I love who I want to...sorry, but not sorry
Suffocated by the overwhelming elevation you sent me from miles away
You're dominant to my passion-whelmed mind's eye I can't deny or even mutter a lie
Underrated and hated by the society that wants beauty without flaws, but I'm not that sun-shining day in California some even think or say
You're recessive to my heart's main focus and its target is what's truly in your heart of sticks and stones...is it of vibrant skies or of underground goodbye's, wrapped on in ribbons of why-do-I-even-try?
I'm not here to impress,
I'm here to, well, express
What's in my young heart
I know it's not a perfect masterpiece from the start
But I tried my best
To pass life's test
Here I am today, trying to tell the rest
That a cute poet, like a headstrong athlete, needs a good night's rest
Our love is like east to west...
Sorry, friend, but I won't detest
You and all you do for me
I am a land of captivity and you the sea of Liberty
There is a girl
In a world
Far away from here
Where no fear
Can ever be conceled.
Her irritations are followed by
cathartic absolution
And even on the most stormy of
nights,
She glistens in the invisible,
Shinning light.
Her heart;
Can see no wrong
Her eyes;
Brighter then the sun upon dawn
She is what they all strive to be
Perfectly catalized.
In the depth of the sea,
They chide and chastize
Every move she makes,
However she will never break
And time after every melancholy
time
She astonishes even the
unsurprised.
Her charismatic way,
Brings even the doomed back to
life.
Against the odds,
she's shinning
Even in the dark
While shes crying
You cant miss her spark
Like superwoman
No one can hurt her now
She shines
Returning hope back to this desolite
town.
Imagine, if you can, that God is a cloud
He wakes you from sleep with a silver display
a shining example of grace under doubt
and drifts in the sun, taking fear from our hearts
He treasures our world from His own point of view
Astonishes us with wisdom so true
With the rush of wind, He brushes my face
so I'll hear every bird, feel every embrace
God, with His arms, surrounds me in love
I can feel reassured He is watching above
I won't drift all alone, but have new inner peace
I will open my heart and dream of new things
The earth could be peaceful, as never before
Where confidence reigns along every shore
Above, me the sun will be ever warm
The world would resolve all the hurts of the day
I can weave a new song, lean into His arms
and sail to the music, straight out of the gray
Feeling God and His presence, are like wings of a dove
From a place in the sunlight, that is shining with love
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For Contest "His All Seeing Eye" Sponsored by Mystic Rose
6/16/15
I wander on that restless plain,
Somewhere between ecstasy and pain
Where the common world cannot touch,
The piece of my soul that I’ve missed so much.
Our bodies were dancing in the dark,
Like two long lost loves, who’ve been apart,
Somehow reunited on this desert plain
Somewhere between pleasure and pain.
The attachment I feel has paralyzed me.
It’s a white hot ball of intensity
It’s a puffy cloud in the desert sky
It’s a crashing tidal wave of desire.
That long ago and far away
Connection that we touched that day.
My life has been changed forever
I’ll never forget that 12th of September...
Our timeless love astonishes me so
The strength of it shows me it’s centuries old.
It’s something that carries an infinite price
Like trying to buy a ray of sunlight.It came on like a crack of thunder....
It’s a brilliant bolt of lightning I am standing under.
Rolling like a desert storm.
It possesses a mysterious, dangerous charm
It gives me a lump in my throat, I can’t swallow
It’s something I want to savor so slow
It’s evident it’s not an everyday, ordinary love
It’s the kind everyone’s been dreamin’ of
We got lucky and found it
Now there’s no way around it
and no way to ground it
So let’s grab on and hold it tight in our hearts...
Being a country boy has advantages
His mischief can be especially charming
But, when a city boy barely damages
His folks may find it all quite alarming.
When a country boy is perturbed
And gets involved in a mild kerfuffle
His folks will likely become disturbed
And, they will give him cause to shuffle.
A country boy can sometimes be coy
When facing an unfamiliar situation
While nothing astonishes a city boy
And he’s likely to cause consternation.
All in all, city or country, boys are a trip
They are slowly completing their mission,
While occasionally relinquishing their lip,
While they struggle to find their position.
Written July 13, 2021
The timekeeper,
holds time in his hands.
Like the tick of a clock,
or the filter of sand.
The timekeeper,
is round as the moon.
Counting the seconds,
till humanities doom.
The timekeeper,
judges my fate.
Whom I do treasure,
and whom I do hate.
The timekeeper,
so wise and strong.
Yet he has a weakness,
that astonishes all.
The timekeeper,
know’s not one thing.
When his hour shall end,
when time's coo-coo clock sings.
I have this dream where I'm a poet
and my life's an open book.
I write anything and everything
so that one person can feel everything
and anything, one thing or
something-connectedness maybe.
That rich deep running place where energy
springs from, my soul's well,
a place where
she goes to skinny dip,
or just dabble her toes in,
I write whatever comes to mind
then read slowly with the ticking of time.
She's my only fan, reads all my first editions,
my rough drafts amaze her,
editing astonishes her,
always waiting for the next chapter,
she tends to say leave your mistakes unchanged,
my words are her, everything I want to do to & for her,
I shine the mirror of words and the
description seen is a beautiful scene,
put your hand up and block the glare, that's you isn't it?
That ugly duckling full of innocence,
now look at you, so magnificent...
it's not so much the words or how they fall in place,
it's a gift shared, a hidden space seen,
the uncovering of vulnerabilities,
lyrics for a heart's melody.
I dream to one day captivate her undivided attention,
be satisfied as much as she's amazed to what's written
and do it singularly, for tonight, and the time it took life to create
heaven and planet Earth's dirt,
my words are anchored by her worth.
A Stabilizing thought in today's raging seas.
We ride a ship called Destiny
Finding my way through this lifelike maze,
seeking the benefit of love in a petri dish,
experiment gain the benefit
and to the measure of this that is written
experience and expose the highs and the lows
of what a poet dreams of, that one person,
you to be exact, might be listening.
Whispering
Pause…
This moment
Breath deeply and
Place your pen aside
It has little power left in it
Although you have endeavored
These are not your moments inspiring
But are too transparent in simplicity to record
Where is your racking anger and troubled solace?
You always compose through those eyes filled with sorrow
The meter of your verse will be painted with a dangerous divinity
And a spiritual suggestion as you put blindfolds over our true eyes
Light that flame within us that directs us past fear as a radiant beacon
That astonishes the most naïve in us with an exhilarated spiritual moment
Only you will hear its approach echoing deep within your creative heart
The tides of time will cleanse away obscurity corrupting your mind
The long deceased will reanimate as the verse flows unfettered
Those thoughts are fetal now wait to put pen to paper
While they grow under the blanket of fulfillment
Soon they will all surface and wash ashore
On the eternity of the rising sun
With the storms passing
In the hour of their birth
Let the moment rise
But breathe deep
This moment
Pause…
It has occurred to me that the notion of love
Confuses and stirs up the sentiments,
Mortifies the heart,
And astonishes the mind
More than it reveals to become true.
The pride of a man can be melted,
The direction of a woman perplexed,
The hardest heart overturned and revealed to be tender.
The notion of love awakens the senses,
Lifts the spirit,
And oftentimes crushes the soul
When it refuses to satisfy.
Though one may love,
They may never feel their affection returned.
Though two may be lost in love,
They may be forever lost in their expectations
Instead of being found in reality.
To be a romantic is both
A curse and a blessing.
A curse when the heart is exposed: raw, vulnerable,
And to a lover’s terror,
their love is unsatisfied,
A love is misunderstood and untrue.
A created hole in a creative heart.
A blessing, when, ever so sweetly,
A love is returned, and goes to great lengths.
To feel deeply is a 6th sense, an
Invigorating opening of the eyes,
And yet a throbbing pain to be one of the few
That feel the every movement of the working world around them.
How do I find my love?
The soul that connects to my heart?
That understands, to the full, my sentiments?
Was there ever such a thing as a soulmate?
Is one worth hoping for?
I always thought myself a dreamer,
And now, even more so.
It is a hopeless, hopeful fate.
You may ask,
What is love?
A never-ending bond?,
A seal of destiny?,
Putting another’s happiness selflessly
Before your own?
A match made in the heavens?
My answer to you is,
Perhaps.
More so, it is the figuring out
Of the journey of a lifetime,
A series of experiences,
And trials and errors,
And a commitment rooted in companionship
And honesty
And truth.
Love is…
What every soul desires,
What every sleeper
Wishes would shake them to liveliness,
What every torn, broken heart
Needs to be mended,
What everyone,
In their deepest thoughts,
Their heart of hearts,
Desires.
The Beauty of a New Birth
There are no comparisons to the birth of a newborn. The joy of the parents and family simply amazes friends and fellow workers, unless they have experienced such joy themselves. The miracle that takes place in the Delivery room astonishes the Dad as he watches his wife endure such pain and express so much joy at the same time. He sees a human being entering into this life from inside his beautiful wife's body for the first time. It has only been a reality in knowing; but now, seeing is truly believing. The wife has felt those little turns and kicks while anticipating this day, it seems like, forever. But now; the relief, the waiting, and the birth has come to this time and place. What a rejoicing as the baby cries and a smile appears on the faces of Mom and Dad.
Holding this new life, a result of their love, is so moving with grateful hearts to be this blessed: a prayer of thanks is offered unto the Lord. A kiss, a hug with overwhelming emotions as time has come to tell the family and friends what it is: a boy or a girl. An announcement that brings forth a twofold question always ask, " Is the baby OK? Is Mom OK?" Everything is great and this life has brought a new adventure into this world. Visitors enter in and go out throughout the day until Mom, Dad, and their precious little baby lays down to rest. They have spent their day rejoicing and trying to express the beauty of a new birth. Seemingly, there is just not enough words, or know how, to explain such a miraculous event. God Bless!
I lost touch……
I lost touch, but still I hold you dear,
It astonishes me how you are far away but still so near,
To fall in love over and over again,
Not just with the memory of your voice,
But the fabric of your bronze skin,
There are times that I can vividly see every detail of your face,
I can still hear those love songs that took us to another place,
I lost touch, but still I hold you dear,
It astonishes me how you are far away but still so near,
The thought of you brings me peace of mind,
The day you left, I lost more than just my mind,
I lost a friend, a love, and died inside at the same time,
You probably will never understand what it done to me,
Filling void after void was my only escape to feeling free,
I did hear voice and I did see your face,
I thank you for bringing me back to that very place called “love”,
I lost touch, but I still hold you dear,
It astonishes me how you are far away but still so near.
By Deliverabeth Moore
Form:
Movement pivots lid lifted, Pandora astonishes
Actions perpetual pirouette dancer acknowledges
Glamour glues sockets smooth, figurine believed
Image incorporates graceful, a fighter bereaved
Curtsey in zenity as her stage lazy susan circulates
Tulle tickled hips scissor, treasures sage congregate
Rules spurred by war spring away from delicate damsel
Intimate fleshpink stretch legs enter audition to dazzle
Craft to elicit captivation tunes ballerina's true energy
Kills a brash sword brandishing cavalier, buried enemy
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