Best Body Of Work Poems
I lift you up, delicately
like a bouquet of flames in pink patient fever,
romantically, I rove your surface with fingertips that tingle,
the texture of your treated cover tempts an impatient lover,
I read your Title, Her World, Her War
subtitle, Surviving Sorrow & Love,
your emblem, embossed in opal
a quill spun across a heart spelling your soul,
I spread you open with both hands
my grip holding the breadth of your body
a scent of sensuous ink unfurles into my inquisitive senses
raising you into my fascinated face
smelling the cleavage of your binding
sailing my lips down the center of your special secret
having your silky ribbons root around my fingers,
breathing, in warm curiosity on your exotic fibers,
Loving me as I hold you in wonder,
as I finger your pages with fawning pursuit of pleasure,
speedily you whisper my name with no refrain
as my moist voice recites
your poetry of paradise and pressure points,
I venture deeper into your voluptuous volume
feeling sensations of starlight I do consume,
in your tome of thick passion I find a home,
I like to read you in the suspense of night
searching your love lines, tasting your grape vines,
touching your emotions, embracing your sweet seductions,
you get into my nerves like electric sugar
illuminated by your poems of ardor and prose of candor,
intrigued by the penmanship of a Princess, curvaceous and calculating,
I turn to the Introduction, to see a photo of the great Authoress
a face pretty in courage, a smile of beautiful strategy
your body of work legendary,
I kiss you because I must -
J.A.B.
"Notes on a Wrist"
the pulse felt
under nibs
of fingertips
translates a life
the semicolan
stretches like
the devil
hungers
it can
wait a long time
eternally feeding you
drip by drip
ever present
the missing
hovers, like a
hummingbird
never sits
beak and feet
wet in the detail
tasting the temptation
to cut strings
fleeting
and fickle
like a child
switches graces
the keys
black and white
the forest contains
all your precious things
hard to leave
leaves, all their
autumn winter stories
sentences written
and spent
like veins
singing stinging
the body of work
temporary rent
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
"There is a fable in the forest
whispered by branches as they blow,
a tale about the truth of leaving
things that no longer help you grow.
For on the surface it looks simple;
like you need only lace your boots,
but there is nothing quite as painful
as untangling your roots.
And proof is found in tree stumps
of the price some pay to flee,
that they would cut
their lives in half,
to cut the time before they're free.
Yet from the little left behind
Life has been known to grow again,
for unless you take your roots,
a part of you will still remain."
Intense lover turned
Dedicated mother
Outstanding energetic passionate writer
I try to out do her
But she does it way better
Truly her pen is a endless
Ink spilling musical feather
And when we get together
We bring the house down
Secretly I want to see her in strips of leather
Superhero villain stripper
On pole dancing paper
I'm just her boy toy side kick clown
Don't get in her way
Because shell give you a lyrical beat down
No longer a princess
But a queen with a golden horn rhyming crown
Photo glamorous
Photo fabulous
In photographs looking dangerous
Igniting my hormone furnace
Exciting to see her in photos
Damn she looks so vicious
Tigress posing with hardly any clothes
Looking so freaking freaky delicious
Maybe if I ask kindly she'll be my mistress
Maybe one day with live action eyes
I can witness the surprise
Of her slowly undressing
And touching that white womanly softness
Thunder thighs thick with sugar and spice
Eyes cold and penetrating like ice
And I want to take my time and taste
I want a nice health slice of the prize
She has me soaring, flying
Through erotica skies
Taking me out of my comfort zone
To a shame free sexy place
She's strong and brave
A bondage sex kitten slave
Wild hell cat from outer space
And when we start to chat
She puts my mind in a craze
In a rave blushing from my face
Flooding my brain with a euphoric rush
Enjoying wave after wave of lust
I just want to club her over the head
And take her back to my man cave
She needs a vacation anyways
Zombie mommy
Twenty four seven
Always with a straw and a pot of coffee
Three hundred sixty five
Off to work, oh her aching body engine
Struggling with life but happy to be alive
And what a heaven like body
A body of work of erotic photography
And awesome mind melting narcotic poetry
Do not question
Don't underestimate her atomic potency
Superstar self driven spark filled autonomy
Burning hot, lava like vanilla anatomy
Creating miracles with word written alchemy
I know so much but she's still a mystery
"Bespoke"
unknown variables quiver the quill
biting words playfully taking waiting lips
qualitative honeyed eucylyptus elixir
speaks to you
bespoke
in passionate whispers
dripping the burning grenades
intimate soliquays
like a warm feathered breeze
down all your lines
fuse lit and delicious
scorching taste it wait it
on tongue speaking firm
weighted words loaded
on erogenous Eros
erroneous Ares
I gift you a gift
from the war zone
a dangerous body of work
quantitative soft kisses
following satin fingertips
Peel open
the pomegranate jewel
kept tight in all its cool chapters
the succulent pink velvet
territory tasted
unconquered
bespoke and
unbroken
packed and loaded
voluptuous bullets
(LadyLabyrinth / 2021)
“She/ Dangerous Woman” – Styles, Grande
https://youtu.be/RdkGSyP527Y
"Voluptuous Bullets"
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/voluptuous_bullets_1215553
"Don't need permission
Made my decision
to test my limits
'Cause it's my business,
God as my witness
Start what I finished
Don't need no hold up
Taking control
of this kind of moment
I'm locked and loaded
Completely focused,
my mind is open..."
LYRICS / "Dangerous Woman" , Ariana Grande
https://genius.com/Ariana-grande-dangerous-woman-lyrics
LYRICS/ "She", Harry Styles
https://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/harrystyles/she.html
"Poetry The Big Easy"
Poetry
the Big Easy
going down
on thoughts
Where are
the real
Strawberry Kisses
Silver Spoons
daily tasting their
game of Twister?
Where is the
LIFE
coursing like
sex through the
veins
pumping Love
out onto a
single
neverending
line on a page?
The world’s
your stage
Sapiosexual
sitting
behind your
screen -
What one
wants
in the morning
is to be
woken with
touch
to
be seen
Not to slip
through the
caressing
arms of
an unseen
body of work
Your portfolio of life
like an
old coat hung
on a hook
Outside of
boundaries
No mere book
"The Chronological
Order of Lost Time
and Lost Lovers"
Where is the Poetry
Rain on Skin
Physical
Tasted
Tangible
Skinny dipping
in your
Blue Oceans
Addicted to
Sapiosexual
A smile seen
forming slowly
for real
says,
TRUTH
is
Touch
of Skin
Real
Tactile
Winning
like
a scene from
Scorsese
amplified
Poetry
The Big Easy
Flights depart
at ...
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
"Easier" / Masonair
https://youtu.be/Ja9IUKElT5w
"Month Through" / XavieRinato
https://youtu.be/ZJ65vWmHDRU
"UFO" - Mallrat
https://youtu.be/KseMumZEZ0w
Lyrics:
https://genius.com/Mallrat-ufo-lyrics
1. "Easier" / Mansionair - Lyrics
https://genius.com/Mansionair-easier-annotated
2. "Read" / XavieRinato
https://youtu.be/0g3_GkNDyd4
3. "Month Through" / XavieRinato
https://youtu.be/ZJ65vWmHDRU
“Scrabbled”
I could write a book
about all your dance moves
fire handed on a platter
heart beating like a hammer
a body of work
glanced at nonchalantly
on an open floor
dance cards marked,
silent deals made
and understood
blind man’s bluff
toe tapping a sequence
by numbers
on a floor assisted
instinctually sliding
in the desultory
golden yeared
in the dusk of setting sun
aces played straight to the kitty
passionatley winsome
words
she spins
dancing
across tables
stories lost in the beat
of poetic seduction
never touching once
the steps down a strong spine
elusive open palmed
read like a gypsy
down a back of satin
warm fingers reading
sliding down notes
braille like velvet skin
held in your arms
and turned like a cello
to face you
strings pulled
john-donned
plucked undone
the heart
hidden
between
the legs
the cupid’s bow kissed
a work of pure fiction
mercilessly
teased
"dance?"
She
whispers
in your ear
"your
scrabbled."
take
note,
regards
sincere
(LadyLabyrinth / 2021)
“Paralyze My Heart” / Dua Lipa vs. Finger Eleven (mashup)
https://youtu.be/mlYbDA7TkBE
"Miss U Less, See U More" /Faithless
2.0 (Purple Disco Machine Remix)
https://youtu.be/Jp8NXWqvxRE
"Black and Gold" / Sam Sparro
https://youtu.be/eHuebHTD-lY
Man Eating Flower
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/man_eating_flower__1220943
Not De Beauvoir
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/not_de_beauvoir_1245050
Licking Life's Luscious Lips
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/licking_lifes_luscious_lips_1288730
Cherry Ripe
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/cherry_ripe_1288487
Entranced
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/entranced_1254444
My hands caress the curious shapes
And search for hidden cracks and nooks
Like blind men touch a lover’s face.
At last a probing finger hooks
Around the slender sandstone waist
Of a small pillar. On a ledge
I stand on tip toe. High above
My fingertips just reach an edge
That juts out sharply. And I crimp
And hold the tenuous grip and pull.
I jam my foot right in a crack,
And lift my body. I am full
Of joy and happiness. I climb!
The bloody knuckles and scraped knees
Don’t matter. As I near the top
My hair is waving in the breeze.
For contest A Body of Work
Sponsored by Viv Wigley
Body parts used (in order of appearance):
Hands, face, finger, waist, toe, fingertips, foot, knuckles, knees, hair
I remember when
love spoken plainly
conveyed all manner
of hidden agendas
hands instead of
tap dancing keys
unlocked
a body of work
stroked skin melting into
sultry deep pink summer satin
caressed with a racing
velvet lipped kiss
smelling the other
hint of warm leather
dived deep
swimming freestyle along
the undulating waves
towards the pulse
at the base of a throat
then, down towards
the place where the
heart beats fluttering
signs read
a welcome
bend in the road,
before heading south
reverse the journey north,
just at that place
where a whisper
can be heard
under the ear,
the hint of freshly
cut silver grass and
dark dark red roses
the tongue becomes thirsty
for life catching
rivulets like rain
running along curves
dipping into the
unexplored
hollows,
but surely
like a fine wine
that has once
come-of-age,
ready to be
poured into it all,
the law of love
offers no
fast and hard rules,
the field
is wide open
the grass
so much greener
there grow
the exotic blue orchids
bending into and over
all those bleeding
dark dark red roses
Candide Diderot. ‘24
"The Begin Again Beings"
A family of swords
the world under their feet
to all that is fallen in the
darkened passages beneath,
slipped on crushed pearls of tears
rivulets running down
a body of work pierced,
the milky powder swallowed
from the shells of wisdom,
much stronger than Bex,
a slither still remaining,
dulled the pain,
somewhat,
for a short while,
until it was fully consumed
and exhausted - then,
without warning,
the unstable ground
ripped, captured pages,
altered the blood let secrets
that seeped 6ft underground -
through the cracks,
one would postulate
that this was a doleful,
how to articulate?
there is only one way -
experience exsanguinate;
their charbroiled armour
now tarnished darker,
nourished the unseen seeds
of the Begin Again Beings
and their shoots shifted
from blunderbuss bullets
and cutting swords
pulled from stones,
to quills flourished
and bowing
to the never ending
silent war of roses;
breaking the surface rot,
growth was slowly seen
breaching up towards the Sun,
in the time of another’s
war strewn
journée poétique
Golden Trumpets
stood with Lilys-of-the-Fields
and Blue Lantana its
thistle down blown apart,
scattered and carried in waves
across the blue sky clouds,
to propagate and adorn
the thorny crowns
of black ravens
sitting on the shoulders
of their beloved
scarecrow masters,
their heraldry requiring
blood and the water
to dissolve their
steadfast blindfolds,
to clearly see as doves,
the beautiful great mystery
of the forgotten ones,
standing their ground
triumphant, never left,
never leaving,
bathed for all time
in the Sun
this is "1" story
of The Begin Again Beings
and how their well-fought for kingdom
was won
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
"Well"
Well,
I’m way too romantic
aren’t I?
Tattoo’d poetry
on a tongue
not
speaking
on a body of work
spent unspent
love let loose
on a deep
French Kiss
tatoo'd poetry
on a tongue
locked in
your everything
diving deep 6
into you
like Persephone
underground
I’d rather be a carwreck
driven 100 mph or more
slammed up against your wall
with purile certainty
fingers entwined
the plot curled, legs twisting
fingers deep
in ink
Well, bursting
I’m deep
like deep Red bells tolling
out there
in that walk on water
ocean of yours
sharks circling
I ride
their sandpaper backs
holding tight onto their quartz fins
their razor sharp teeth
cutting up all my pages
in the in-between
emerged in everything
the losses over
every winning win
the black and white
Orcas circling grin
wolves like words
come to save me
and I am yours
eventually, heaven ridden
Well,
I’m deep
6 ft in
another
4 and 20
blackbirds
risen
Candide Diderot. ‘24
"Serpentine"
Give a woman enough rope
and She’ll show you
what hanging’s worth
the life coiled around
a body of work
could be misconstrued
serpentine
She draws from the rock
like it's Her cornerstone
creation
sexuality
fertility
the life force
of our
ever spinning planet
serpentine
like it’s Her cornerstone
the conscience, conscious
In The Dreaming
It speaks
Its tongues
She listens
Candide Diderot. ‘24
Serpentine.
"I am not even dust. I am a dream..."
(Jorge Luis Borges)
Saw chiro ‘bout a kink in the neck,
saw the x-ray and said, “WHAT THE HECK?!?”
Pinched nerve to my elbow,
doc was a nice fellow,
but he WOULDN'T take my credit or check!
I run to the ATM for cash,
my left buttocks I notice a rash-
Spread to my Achilles,
just like uncle Billy’s!
SO IRRITATED, got in a crash!
Ambulance took me to ICU,
sphincter upset I started to spew-
My intestines ALL ripped!
All body parts unzipped....
“Sir, your Uncle Billy's here for you."
Dazed I heard a darn hillbilly speak,
rambling on 'bout the rash on his CHEEK!
Then the chiro walked in,
dared to show a big grin :)
A KICK in the nuts, he would'a squeaked!!!
Body parts used: 1. Neck 2. Elbow 3. Buttocks
4. Achilles 5. Sphincter 6. Intestines
A Body Of Work Contest
Sponsor : Viv Wigley
Date written: September 9, 2016
Wheeze in, wheeze out again as pollen
invades two chambers of lungs in
a choral synapse, an orchestral acapella
lifting my bronchial tubes as they
rise and warble high-pitched notes:
this is the melody of allergy
drenched in breathless tunes
right down my now tightened navel
while oxygen dips to 87--a horrific
musical trilling nurses in an otherwise
quiet emergency room...
And this big needle enters my greenish veins
to release a ditty called 'solucortef'
which opens this clogged overture,
sending me through a gateway of trance
as my Einstein-like hair droops, weaving
squeaky knots... finally, I river through
calmer streams: this very instance, dear bladder
sings another tempo, a urinary whistle...
the finale of a long, 3-hour allergy concerto
without any staged intermission.
Broken Wing's Take The Dagger From My Heart, Please - 2
Resent 10/9/2016
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From Body Of Work Contest Submitted 9/13/2016
Visual Attached Judged 10/6/2016
...lungs, bronchial tubes, navel, veins,
hair, bladder
My knees crack and creak
like an old barn door
And I can't just take a seat
anyplace, anymore.
I can no longer get up if
I try to sit on the floor.
My hearing is pretty good,
but my vision is poor.
I am starting to hunch at
my shoulders and back,
And Doc says I must stop
straining my sacroiliac.
This old body needs naps,
with the energy I lack.
My ankles are shaky with my
balance out of whack.
My feet are too small, and
I've got a fungus on my toe.
Nothing seems to help cure it,
as it continues to grow.
My hair falls out by the handfuls,
it's beginning to show.
My efforts seem useless, so
I'm just going let it all go!
9-13-16
Knees, shoulders, back, sacroiliac, body, ankles, feet, toe, hair
A body of work - Poetry Contest for Money
Sponsor Viv Wigley
I was working out back, while under the palms
I've a tendon-cy to stand under the limbs
to focus my eyes, and digest the surrounding glands cape
Plantar-d there on the ground was a carpenter ant
that caught my attention, and that is a fact!
Disarming he was, determined as well
making his way through tall blades of green grass
As hungry as a calf, he had shinnyed himself
He knuckled up under with all of his nerve
Hopped on an iris, like a tropical bird
and began eating his way through small fingers of lumbar
that was stacked against the rear of the old cellar door
Diget know? .. It was humerus to watch, how he testes his food!
Consuming the wood from the bottom to top
He tendon to stop, to take a deep thigh,
then back to devour, while munching his lunch.
Lashing away, until his jaws became sore
He must have consumed a whole foot, of lumbar or more!
Prostated he was, till he lymphed to the floor
Tomarrow I'll have only sawdust to store !
Ureter about fables, and stories of ants
They are truly able to eat a whole fence!
Their orbital cavitiy is bladder and bigger
than one might imagine…They've the gall to be pigs !!
____________________________________________________
9/10/16
For Contest: Body of Work
Sponsor Viv
Words of body parts used:
back
palms
tendon
limbs
eyes
digest
gland
plantar
digit
arm
blade
calf
shin
knuckle
nerve
iris
fingers
lumbar
ear
cell
humerus
testes
bottom
thigh
lash
jaws
foot
prostate
lymph
marrow
ureter
orbital cavitiy
bladder
gall