Best Camber Poems
To be or not to be,…
To be in love with china country,…
To be in love with your china peoples..
To be in love with your commie party (china),..
Halt and hesitate just for peoples’ human right and democracies.
What is your GOVERN-Ship?
What is your kingship?
Where is your kingdom?
Limbo ways or brimstone hells that cook your fleshes are me-me-me them.
All is our subterfuges.
What is wangles just for reality?
What are we divine with?
What are gods to shine our life?
China DEMI-GODS as XI JINPING teams the pure as purest one that all belong to china commie come to all.
Yes they come as we will come.
Camber pots or china ditches have garden wastes.
Who is subordinate?
We have only one absolute.
Why and what will buy as we are all so short that so short to sell to them.
Faust had life of tragic life because he sold his soul and life to Satan.
To be or not to be should be consequence also should be duties.
So if all your life is complete fair then to be or not to be is all so go0od.
-----------Cheung Shun Sang=Cauchy3------------------.
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There wuz
No
naked
None
Nope
Yet
her glove
fit
camber to camber
az the map
unto hern excited
I meant
exciting
innocuous treasure
Mine engram stored
hern
much
her rosy pink
Too
hern appalachian
touch
‘pon mine
Rust
*yesss, i did change the title, it suits the vision
I bought you a gift, Black Friday cheap
I hoped you would like it and want to keep
My credit card quaked and shook in my hand
I spent much more than I had planned
Black Friday gripped me, bargains galore
I saw the glitter, glistening and spent some more
The gold so yellow, Black Friday blond, amber
Will drape with pride on your delicate camber.
Black Friday arrived, a wooden gift box hidden
Inside the thinnest chain your heart may be broken
The diamonds larger on the screen, but tiny reality
The gold a wafer, the emeralds pale lacking vitality
Black Friday lied and Black Friday cheated
My cards are naked, my accounts are depleted
I dashed in the morning through the showers
And hid Black Friday, with a bunch of flowers.
David Cox 19/02/23
It was not expected, this diversion. Being uncommon of a type
And truly off the beaten track; the windscreen wipers wipe
Away the sheets of marmalade rain unremittingly,
Their sweeping swipe at drizzled prisms swept incessantly.
The sun, it emerged, again without expectation. Light fractured cloud
Sparkling off the bonnet of the car; the rays avowed
To turn the moisture into steam, and did so spectacularly,
The haze and mist ploughed the fields of density.
She was picked up on the hard shoulder. Somewhere north of despair,
I recall, and hitched a ride beside me; the rain still glittered in her hair,
And her eyes the shade of bluebells fluttered beautifully,
Her cheeks so fair, lips the pinkest, moistest frames of destiny.
I had given hope a vacant backseat. Yet the road’s adverse camber can shift,
Can tilt and alter time and travel; and though the king of drifting may still drift,
Fractional increments serve to lift directional gravity,
So one correction of the wheel reacquaints with love’s vitality.
There's a kink in the path
Where the bluebells grow
Strong, full of spice and sweet
Where the witches and the wizards
cast their spells, I know
And the elves feel safe to meet
There's a bend in the river
Where the waters run deep
And the vines harsh thirst is fed
Where dry grapes can burst
in pleasure and folly;
The valley can sing in a glory of red
There's a camber to the hill
Where a palace can hide
The fair princess in her tower
Where she grows and she learns
how to bloom with pride
'til she's ready to surge with power
There's a twist to the tale
Where the storyteller revels
And the moral and the essence should lie
Where pure evil sinks deep,
The good win out; it's death to the Devil
While the cherubs can fly
Just off the beaten path
Where dreams are allowed to survive
Away from the trodden and mundane
Maybe that's where we poets should thrive
Inside the nest of love
Two chambers tucked together
Side by side allowed to live
Two opposite creatures
In one, a bird of delight
And a bug on the other
On its golden wings
The bird takes a soaring flight
After meeting the fancy stars
Brings some azure delight
For lovers on her diamond beak
On the other hand
Nowhere goes the bug
Sits tight at the corner of its camber
And waits covertly to suck blood
But lovers never know
Whether they are bitten by the bug
As they remain under its strong anaesthesia
Till enough blood is left in their heart.
In some rare cases
The nest morphed into a bud
Instead of blood
With the rays of purity
A few drops of dew is needed
To make it bloom
Into a flower
And it's anybody’s guess
How great is the grace
Of love!
After the summer but before the snow
Ultra-red maple leaves fall down below
The emerald fields turn into burnt amber
Under the villa they swirl, twist and camber
Moonlight turns into chilled crisp night air
Never again will you feel the warmth there
Light tangerine and deep medallion colors
Each and every leaf different that the others
Above the trees they soar with gusty might
Valedictory to all the bright summer sight
Every year Autumn is full of beautiful blades
Such a divine creation mother nature has made
Acrostic Poem about Fall or Winter - Poetry Contest
September 8, 2017
Flashy precious element garners praise
Sunshine nimble dancer cadence phase
Youthful choral voice lures voyeurs envious
Camber of limber hips aren't impervious
Dank of crippled knees creep in mid way
Million dollar grin slumps puckered fray
Bullion of beauty slides gradual withdrawal
Dirt returning mineral sings encore mortal
24th February 2023
Written for Contest:
Inspired by Robert Frost's
' Nothing Gold Can Stay '
Sponsor: JCB Brul
it's the midnight hour
as i watch the rise and fall
of your breath blend
in peerless harmony
within the cicada's song
i twirl along
in secluded mind
where thoughts fall
faded like shadows
beneath moon's lambent light
remembrance comes
in winded breaths
as i recall
the camber of your body
pressed against mine
in the soft melodies
of nighttide
the endless tempo
with bated breaths
in stepless dances
between young lovers
the smile
with the glow
of a thousand stars
gleaming back
in brilliance
now paling
in fragmented
flickers
of clouded mind
the chirr of bed
as you shift
closer to the edge
leaves me wondering
is this love enough
to keep me grounded
in the distance
laid between us
Lord Krishna's little dainty fingers,
nudge over the holes of his flute,
his scarlet red eyes camber,
coral red lips purse,
and little beads of sweat round ,
the arched eyebrows,
while raising the beguiling music.
The flock of birds abandon their nests,
encircle the Lord,
and slump over like the broken trees.
The cattle herd,
outspread their legs,
bow their heads with inert ears
to hear the Lord's divine music.
Orginally written by Perialvar (9th century poet/saint) in Tamil
Delight of the night, light and the half lights
Cleft sensation grips the arch in fascination
Lips taunt the tips as they swell in ********.
Sizzles of heat, in sweat filled condensation.
Blush whisper the shadows as the love sighs.
Enticement moves the camber in eager flow
Bewitched, smothers her bodily lust to slow
Nipped bud, craves the finger touch to glow.
Limbs falter in wetness, gorged harsh captivity
Eyes waver to the lustful body in fusion bouts
Aromas fume to break again, in passion clouts
Tranquility surrenders to the taut thieving lout.
sinuate az the leaf
yourn festoon
with infinate
twists
you've trusted me
with each
hues
Lord
shadez uv auburn
coils
long
locks
'pon
we'll 'pon
mine goose's bumps
excited
with such think
your'z
bella
another
end uv spring
wake uv summer
yesss
another camber bella
another
word
War
Four parts of camber
Cuff colar and back and front
Make the panel ready with the door opens by the matching colors of 8 buttons let's gets down to earth to meet her the queen of dessert she ask me or in her anger to surprise me not wish to come I am so hot will burn the hell
Make the canans ready give me the black clouds of my lungi and let's drink the drunk and drugs of Air smoke of her last kiss into my chilam where is my daughter who is she to give her pain open my hair do some sadhana wait till you my hands hold by the night and the kiss of sandhaya my tounge is trusty my eyes is burning to be not able to find my daughter please give me my baby princess last warning or else boon become a sin shanti om
With love all
Jagdish Bajantri
.
You've tickled mine
Pen's
Think
your pretty
twisted
look at me
Mine eyne
lick
From this distance
kiss
Your every
Curve
yup
Camber
your naked
slight
twitch
*erotimuse; my portmanteau for
erotic muse az a 'poetry form'
~ for Karin ~
oh how a fair breeze of Autumn can stir
my heart with reprieves - the redolent leaves
remembrance of romance with you in a blur
soft eyes in a camber of absinthe and amber
wheaty hair spilling like corn silk to shoulders
framing two spicy bow lips as they smoldered
falling like leaves … for you
oh how this time lifts me back to a dream
our ivy-clad schools - such unripened fools
a world as our oyster, and raw it would seem
escaped to the woods - discarding our goods
we swam on a blanket of bright leafy death
straining in passions to fever each breath
falling like leaves … for you
oh how the chill always kindled our flame
pining each week for the rose of your cheek
weekends adoring the ways that you came
our fleshy memoirs ‘neath branches and stars
each mutual climax much sweeter than last
the moments exhausted like us, far too fast
falling like leaves … for you
oh Autumn yet sings midst my sinews today
the libertine flood still coursing my blood
you ‘waken my core in the most vexing way
when October flies I ache for your sighs
tho’ marrow grows icy the mem’ry remains
chaotic obsessions through prurient pains
someday I’ll surrender them - tears in the rain
falling like leaves for you …
still falling … in Deja vu.
* This is a very rhythmic and musical form I created called ‘QARINAGE’ I hope you enjoyed it. *
( photographic art created copyright-free by the author with GALA AI software )