Best Attentions Poems
~STRIP TEASE~ Featuring:) SKAT
Silver Skimpy Ink, String, A POET DESTROYER's bling, bling
Think of me as a human ditty delicious decoration,
Something along the line of a sweet tooth temptation
Cherry tastes, between the slit of tender toast
Fine jumble jam slams down the tongueless throat
Dance like a diamond on The tight South Pacific Rim
I'll feed you with a slithering seductive sound
My hair soaking, -wet and wild, tonight I trim
A dulcet apple acrostic bottom, to squeeze the greed
Feathers, on top, poetic diction describing to please
At times, I'm in deep dire need of something sweet, and sour
Endless epic words, and ode to the naked poetic world
We The Women and Men of poetry,
Reveals far more than any nudity found in a bar
It does not matter how you do it or who you are.
I'm an entertainer, of Poetry,
The good, the bad, the freaking awesome
Don't worry, I keep my clothe On :)
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Symbol of the spiritual Sexy SKAT Slang
--Provocative-- A slippery succulent, scrumptious kiss
Counterparts working the tension, another arrant appetite
I am the Illuminati illusion, laminating luscious illustrated letters
Indulging in the, satire of one stilt spoken sunset
Like a child's spiking temperature, I often throw tantrums,
Teasing attentions, by incorporating a pole, paper and pen,
If someone is uncomfortable with facing the fact,
When I reveal everything, without removing my high heels
Then you must not be worldly or women and man enough
I love to spoil and slur my scenery, using my best assets
My strength and power parallel, any unique universe
That's how confident the audience makes me feel
We The Women and Men of poetry,
Reveals far more than any nudity found in a bar
It does not matter how you do it or who you are.
I'm an entertainer, of Poetry,
The good, the bad, fantastic and fabulous
Don't worry, I keep my clothe On :)
~A Poet Destroyer Collaboration~
Categories:
attentions, addiction, adventure, beauty, passion,
Form:
Alliteration
Blood that screams mixes with tears of fears,
Over your hypocrisy and useless years.
Fresh cuts don't matter - your attentions yet wane.
It's just too easy to shut down, I could end this pain.
But, escape artists aren't artists at all.
When life ends the real journey begins, the journey to be
Above imperfection and glorified weakness everyone sees.
Life trickles into the drain of the sink, wash it and pretend
The veil is burning off,but there is only so much fire can mend
Besides, escape artists aren't artists at all.
Categories:
attentions, childhood, devotion, forgiveness, friendship,
Form:
Lyric
Soft hair blows across her face.
A sheen on excited skin emanates.
Bottomless eyes reflect attraction.
Immeasureable beauty pulls his attentions.
No equal can be found in any race.
Rowdy laughter never showed such grace.
No attempt to veil love's
drunkenness passes between them.
Childlike innocence is reborn.
Bonds of affection grow with each word.
Distance does not diminish emotional ties.
Smiles cannot be beaten from the faces of lovers.
And yet loneliness creeps behind her.
Parting lets in the pain and emptiness.
She must caress herself to sleep.
He does not lie beside her in the morning.
The memories of his kind voice ring
throughout her scattered thoughts.
When will this illicit love be sanctified?
Recognized by official decree?
Will God grant union to wayward love?
Categories:
attentions, angst, love,
Form:
Free verse
What more can I do to endear me to you?
How can I endlessly draw your gaze?
How might I incline your heart to be mine,
To reside beside mine, always?
You might have guessed that you are my Muse—
The source of all my inspirations.
I’m doing my best to respond to your clues
To permanently win your affections.
Each song that I sing, each verse that I rhyme,
Are meant to attract your attentions.
Each bouquet that I bring, endless time after time,
Are just my endearing enduring expressions.
My soul’s compass always points towards you,
Pulled by more than just mere attraction.
My life is in focus, and my sky’s brightest blue
When I am searching in your direction.
What more can I do to endear me to you?
How can I cement your gaze?
What must I refine to call your heart mine,
That our paths may entwine, always.
Inspired by the song CHERISH by the group The Association.
Probably written in 2012 or 2013.
Categories:
attentions, how i feel, innocence,
Form:
Lyric
(I couldn't talk about it so I wrote a poem)
Predator
Heartbreak comes in many ways.
The first one will haunt me for all my days.
My every nightmare and dream has your face
to ignite my screams, my heart beat haste.
Time won't heal this shattered trust,
the lies you told of the future “us”.
You used your power and prominence,
used the pulpit as your lance.
You claim God's voice was your own,
“His” words from your lips like honeycomb.
Sweet to the ear, a seductive flow,
still just a child, I didn't know.
Just like a sick soap opera or Lifetime movie, you set your sights, began to groom me.
I feel so foolish and naive looking back …
at seventeen, innocent, easy to attack.
Like the lame and young ones trailing the herd, predators take the straying,easy kill first.
How patient you were, lying in wait.
You took careful steps as if I might escape. Sneaking up on me in plain sight
until your touch, familiar, I didn't fight. Spinning this elaborate fantasy, our destiny. Ordained by God, you made me believe.
Then you struck, like the viper you were,
after years of a patient petting, persistent purr. A velvet vice, an auspicious anchor,
held me captive in false love’s languor.
Then the poisonous venom began its work, you used me in ways that only hurt.
I was a willing, if deceived, participant…
so in love, no evil intent.
Then some wisdom from above,
in the form of family and out of love.
The truth so evident with blinders off,
some won't believe me, will only scoff.
Five years of his amorous attentions,
with promises of forever never failing to mention.
The patina of youth and vicious game of prey, his sick desires for me, began to fade.
You found a limping, more vulnerable gazelle, and knowing this my family tells.
Although I find it hard to trust,
my faith in God is deeper and thus,
He's used this pain to help me find
peace and truth, leaving the past behind.
For my faith is no longer in any man,
and gratefully, never will be again.
Justice on this earth is not guaranteed…
but from his wicked spell I am freed!
Categories:
attentions, abuse, betrayal, bible, faith,
Form:
Free verse
Allow me to confess how gratifying it is
To see the rainfall of lights permeate through your eyes,
Swirling lightening warmth into my own
To see your thoughtful lips curve into a summer's beam
We energize each other as our words fall like playful spring petals,
Expressing our hearts' joys without grievance or complaint
But with genuine feeling and mutual delight
Fastened tight with love's newfound might
Artistic minds mix, dispersing colors others barely fathom
Upon the surface of their distracted rights,
Their distant autumnal attentions
Instead we dream, diligent of and in each other
Reflective of a world that snows and blizzards
Aware of the audience - the stars - that cry with glee in every climactic scene
We rise
For the sake of simply touching them
Every heart that means to listen
To such precious overtones
The subtle and soft notes below and above the melody
That make magic real,
And the darkest souls hopeful
I love to just watch you smile,
To take in every glimmering feeling
As they pass like seasons from dawn to sunset
Our feelings change
Our tunes build upon the ever growing masterpiece
That is our very existence,
Our union and our uprising of all that is life
I love to trace the silhouette of your grace,
To paint sounds and syllables where your eyes will accept them
To embrace you with an assuring memory to hold forever
We need not worry,
For the melody of this beautiful life has long waited
For the sustaining and blooming accompaniment
That we master, savor, and make better
My friend, my life,
From dawn to dusk,
And every trying night
These overtones will resonate our legacy for all time
Categories:
attentions, art, beauty, blessing, dedication,
Form:
Free verse
Abaft the beam the aberration spun
Below the turbid surface like a pearl
Commanding all attentions, overrun
Dissolving as colloidal midst the swirl
Encircled tons of matter as dissolved
Fierce vortices, toroidal in their whorl
Gesticulating with his mates, involved
Hypotheses suffused the captain's ire
Intense 'twas this anomaly, unsolved
Just as a jester moon dipped to retire
Kinetic phosphorescence flit the mast
Low on the mizzen, as St. Elmo's fire
Miraculous, a beam shone in its caste
Now tying ship to sea by water brake
On deck the crew were timidly aghast
Pervading all, their need to undertake
Quick means to thus escape adversity
Relinquishing to flee that eddy's wake
Surmising that the undertow would be
Too close to e'er escape its pearly skin
Unhesitant the captain plunged the sea
Virulent, boiled the brine, he in its spin
With sword held tight, defiantly above
Xiphoidals sliced the vortex from within
Yet with the ebbing sea his crew thereof
Zeus in his glory, never knew such love.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Quirky Tercets" Poetry Contest, Nina Parmenter, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 3rd Place ~ in the "Abecedarian Contest" Poetry Contest, Caren Krutsinger, Judge & Sponsor.
( This form is called "ABC" or "Abecedarian", and it's also an Epic Terza Rima in Iambic Pentameter, with 10 syllables/line, counted @ HowManySyllables.com )
Categories:
attentions, fantasy, history, mythology, nostalgia,
Form:
Abecedarian
Wingful Whispers of Wisdom
Wingful whispers thru portals spread,
as wisdom softly speaks above our head
Limitless bursts of Love thru needles thread,
Angelic ambiance lies straight ahead
Scurrying starlit sparkles full of grace,
when their work is done they will efface
Illuminations of both time and space,
laboring luminaries of eternal embrace.
Upon their Divine dimensions,
they manifest on earth with ambient attentions
Orbiting with gravitational suspensions,
winged warriors of ethereal extensions
Halos of healing bringers of light,
messengers of love through the mystic night
Harbingers of Heaven with infinite sight,
benevolent in beauty admits their flight.
Winds that carry a breath of bliss,
storms of joy as they witness a soul kiss
The warmth of white light we shall miss,
once they return to their Angelic abyss
Have you seen one so did I,
they appear on the peripheral of an eye
Sometimes blue or white falling from the sky,
one stands behind me now as I shed a tear and, cry.
Aug.02.2018
NEW RHYMING POEMS on Angels
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet
N/A for contest
Categories:
attentions, angel, beautiful, light,
Form:
Rhyme
A ventured stroll away from talk
taking in all superfluous detail
allowing it to fill my corrupted senses
an escape from the tedium
it invites me to escape from the routine.
To open new ways of perceiving
at what has been seen before
yet never revealed afore.
Rarely a moment goes by
when the same view cannot take on a new hue
for the view is alive
pumping subtle life
into each crook and cranny
so that every microcosmic detail
the tiniest of other earthly intelligence
are also offered the opportunity
the same that we are given
to flourish
of making a worthy society.
Beneath our very feet
subtle signs are there
for us to perceive if only
our eyes are able to notice.
Cracks and fissures around
infrastructures hardened textures
allow glimpses of those forces
not insubordinate
just seeking a share of living space
to echo their colourful vibrations
on our un-perceiving attentions.
An eye so keen to accept such notices
might be tempted to see
such sacred messages for us to feel or heed.
Madness may even encroach
to accept the design of such a divine creation
is at work edging around our corrosive borders.
Behind the corporal language
a communication so deep and so fine
no human sense could fully comprehend.
Unless we learned to abandon
our fleshy bony vehicles for a simpler primordial state
surrender complete intimacy with all of creation.
Hearing unutterable whispers of shining comfort
through the cracks and fissures along
the pavement, striding, roaming
surging up through gutters and drains.
The unsuspecting borders between nature
and our singular self-enhancing interactions.
Life is surging,
urging us to manifest,
in joining in feeding on its royal bosom
sharing in the feast of creation
so we, in turn, will return
to nourish the elementary message
of our purest love.
Categories:
attentions, city, creation, environment, nature,
Form:
Prose Poetry
you …
came to me today
(from anon)
wholly untold to your concerns
but real enough …
I was plodding the beach, tending wounds
when you tossed your smile at
me from a shrouded sun
off whitecaps, bursting into dazzle -
echoes, alit
each a memory, recaptured
brief as a blink …
but I was transfixed, as always
immersed in your burnt ochre irises
gold flecks like shiny confetti, fluttering
they hadn’t held me since …
forever, really
and as then, the brilliance within
was unsettling -
a piercingly perceptive acumen that
probed, unchallenged
though your countenance always
smoothed the edges -
a bubbly exuberance and gravity
an eager affability -
thawed everything around you
and … everyONE
effecting the grandest of illusions
that whatever you aimed your attentions at
was your dearest concern
and your one TRULY careful involvement …
when in all actuality
we -
the matter and matters about you -
were just a multitude of
merry moths …
to your flame.
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden, June 8, 2023
Categories:
attentions, analogy, imagery, lost love,
Form:
Free verse
In loving times, when our hearts were paired
Life was great, in the feelings between us shared.
Our relationship flourished, And contentment grew
In each other we trusted, in the years love did pursue.
And born out of love, we were gifted a daughter
Each joyous moment shared in life as we taught her.
Two hearts that joined & became as one
Then an added extra, of another one.
They say that three, becomes a crowd
But with so much love, made me a family proud.
But as the years went by, And attentions distracted
I began to believe your feelings, we're being retracted.
I noticed your eyes begin to wander,
We're you lusting others, My mind did ponder.
Had I not been giving the love that you lusted?
My jealous mind, became a heart untrusted.
And without the trust, that we had shared
I was left with a broken heart, needing repaired.
But jealousy had reared its green envious head
This was the start of the end, of life to you i'd pled.
And when my thoughts became fact,
It was the realisation i needed to hear.
For now I knew I had to move on without you
I saddly thought with a final & fateful last tear.
I'd cried a river already, I'd ran out of tears
So I waved you goodbye, and to our past year's.
And with these words I say to you,
I don't have any regrets, for once love was true.
I'll cherish our memories, locked away in my heart.
But we both need to make a fresh start.
I wish you well in your travels, wherever you end
Knowing 'm not losing a lover, I'm just gaining a friend.
BY ANNA SABRINA TATE 23/02/2016.
Categories:
attentions, emotions, love, love hurts,
Form:
Blank verse
soft, yet ...
like a breath of Noshaq
you are gone in a whisper
bound for some dreamy realm (imagining)
where exquisiteness affords you
a throne in Valhalla …
you dance among the frosted peaks
like Misha with the Mouse King
prancing on a puff of wint'ry wind
yearning for the bloom
of early Spring
the nuzzle of a warm nose
or the easy gift
of a frozen lake of swans
hush, you ...
about your business
secret stories you tell to the mountain
of visceral attentions, keen
wondrous things that we lesser creatures
will never be privy to -
things that you find your common bidding
but that fools like me -
wholly taken with sublime form
and ghostly airs -
find spellbinding ... breathless
enchanting ...
you are a feral phantom
demon AND deity of a covert kingdom
I am cursed to only conjecture on
or put to inadequate word ...
a magical dominion of
deliberate and brutal elegance
that has graced me with but a glimpse
a rare, tender, precious instant
blessed by the substance of a moment
far too beautiful to ever
capture.
Categories:
attentions, animal, beauty,
Form:
Free verse
When God Called Me…
When God called me…
I didn’t know what to expect!
The words he spoke to my heart. I won’t forget!
What God said to me…. I remember so vividly.
He woke me up in the night so unexpectedly!
When God awoke me. I “jumped out of bed.”
I wanted to hear what his spirit said.
What God wanted for me… Was to follow him!
I wanted to obey and trust him as my friend!
What God desired was to have a faithful heart!
He was there for me…
Right from the start!
My wordly possessions… I left behind!
A new treasure in Christ… I did find!
Many of my “past habits” begin to leave me…
As I felt God’s awesome love all around me!
My thoughts and attentions were decided.
Everything I needed...
God provided!
I’ve chosen to follow him 100 percent!
Fellowship with my creator,
is time well spent!
He is my beloved and I am his!
He is with me each day I live!
Won’t you beckon his spirit’s call?
Living for Jesus makes it worth it all!
By Jim Pemberton
Categories:
attentions, confusion, dedication, depression, devotion,
Form:
Rhyme
pain ...
the blood of her pen
a harlequin's hope ...
the thrum in her breast and being
no quarter given the issue of her barren womb
she looked back one last time
on the darkened house ...
things and thoughts and threadbare attentions
the labor of her love ... the love of her labor
that structure that had meant everything ...
now, but a cold castle ...
a lifetime of sacrifice and dedication ... and fear
perspectives meant for panic
placed pointedly at her fair feet
with threats and a well-timed backhand
(she gently poked the bruise on her cheek ... her reality)
children were the bond, the cement, the guarantee
but it had been a feigned promise only
his intent was ever the opposite
she saw that now ... clearly
the ruin no longer mattered
the lies, the humiliation, the endless attempts
to be the 'good wife' at all costs
mattered not ... not anymore ...
her eyes left the rear-view mirror in a silent pledge
never again ...
NOW was all she cared about
now, and the dream ...
of tomorrow.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Strand Completely New 13, Any Form, Any Theme" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
Categories:
attentions, abuse, violence,
Form:
Free verse
When his hand whispers
Caressing and touching
Whimsical wishes fulfilled
With his graceful fingers
When his lips trace mine
Joining my own for a moment
Filled with inspiration, joy
Passion unfolding miracles
When his body tenses
Contracting with a sigh
Love lingers in my breast
Reminding me why I’m alive
When his words warm me
Stroking my deepest attentions
Sending wonders of adoration
To color my gray world sunny
When his feelings grow stronger
Reaching the peak of desire
Gestures of bliss fill my frame
Aching to share such a love
When his spirit is lifted up
Sharing the wonders of ardor
Prayers of joy are answered
Sending flickers of light all over
When his heart hugs my own
Sensations of elation murmur
Capturing my genuine affection
Within this fascinating adventure
Categories:
attentions, fantasy, happiness, heart, joy,
Form:
Free verse