Best Circle Around Poems
Under your heavenly gaze magic appears perfect
a thousand whispers sail through the oceans current
each wave warmly echoes of a sun filled promise
Our time is held when precious jewels they glimmer
every breath gasps breathless holding dearest soul
where the silken ribbons circle around a gift tied
wrapped within angel rays floating inside heartbeats
luscious fruit of the tropics
sphere-shaped, tapered, oval-faced
beneath the sun dripping yellow;
tangy as cocktail's zest for happy hour- kisses
on lips that crave for its moist
sweet marrow... peeled
from its curved bodice; sucked
juice trickles from its base--
adding lime, mint to freshen stem glasses
that dangle and anchor the nape
for a voluptuous treat of mild
passion's heat: sliced, striped , tasted
by love's scent—the pulp bits ooze—like
varnished ochre mixed with light rhum
and wine filling hungry vessels
of tongues: the melting husk
cooled by ice as wedges circle around
to whip a luscious Mango Sangria drink!
A fruit like this entices my own
Summer delight, succulent as earth's nectar,
relishing every drool of a caressed,
early night's amber sensation.
For Alcohol Contest: Sponsor Thvia Shetley
Submitted 19/18/2107
I've gone too far to ever come back
bad luck stuck in a mental trap
I’m going to start accepting facts
Suck in no air so lungs collapse
I had ambitions to reach the top
Until I saw how high it sits
A fear of heights told me "stop"
So I live my life in the pits
Singled out and always the one
Acting like a stupid prick
Single now and always a one
thinking that I must be thick
Never in love never content
Jumping dumb from bed to bed
Every friend came and went
Dump them slump then in to dread
I circle around this sinking drain
I’ve seen the sights this life can give
sunken deep down in odious pain
I live with only life to give
I live this gift this life I live
though nasty times are these
I take the roughest with the snuggest
in changing sceneries
I don’t eat food sleep or chat
I live without routine
I don’t compete my mood is flat
I have no social scene
I gift back this life I was given
This gift no good for me
I wish that I can be forgiven
A want to be set free.
4/2/2019 *favourite from last week contest sponsored by Lu Loo
When life gets hard and you want to hide
and things start to get out of hand
when time ticks slower and slower
it's time to rise up and stand
When there are more questions than answers
and things don't go your way
when troubles seem like they'll forever last
remember tomorrow is another day
When the light doesn't shine your way
and your at wit's end
when all seems lost never to be found
just trust in a friend
Tripping through fields of daisies
when you want to dance
plucked by that thorny rose
while smelling her fragrance
When all hope is lost and you're down on your luck
when the sharks circle around
and your boat is about to sink
that's when true friends can be found
Don't give up hope, desire, or trust in man
This friend will be there to take hold your hand
I’m sorry for my flaws
I appreciate everything you do for me
I wish I could always smile at passing children
I wish I felt better about myself
I wish I saw the light you provide for me
The light I voluntarily turn my back from
The light I’m suppose to drink
As if to keep hydrated.
I’m surrounded by quarters and unfinished books
I read because I’m searching for affirmation
Quarters for clothes to be kept clean.
I’m divulgent
I parade my flaws
I hide, trip, and reveal my flaws
I am in constant concern of my own being
And a stillness of thought for a mind to be kept clean.
The world is a messy place
Our mind the raking of leaves
The leaves of the world fall and we rake
The leaves of the world fall and we rake
We fall and awake and fall again.
Love is warm, harmless, and stamped
Inefficiently weak by the assemblies of faces
Swept up by the world’s business of cold linear time
Moving like a sad and brutal train.
I sit at the station
My fingers interlocked pressing against my face
Peering through the thicket of my spirit.
Hours later, maybe, I am looking up the hill
Pulling my elephant.
Children circle around my small progress
Skipping and laughing.
(They don’t care,
They just like elephants.)
Though, last night, I dreamt I rode a killer whale
And so here it dawns on the weakened spirit:
That I am the Whale Rider of the Phantom World
Wandering through 10th Avenue
My flaws in our wake
My fist pumped high in the air
In the name of a Life Authentic.
This all dreamy and wonderful
While in the world of machines and mass movement
The elephant keeps his slow, tugging gait behind me,
Ignorant of dreams.
Write me something,
From the depths of the dark,
Like you've pushed me hard against the wall,
And your fingers are splayed out over my skin,
Carassing the color into it.
Heart pounding hard,
Your hand cupping my juicy mound,
Rubbing me into dizzy circles.
I want the passion of your tongue,
Dancing with mine,
Swirling down over the cream of my throat,
To find its tender spot.
I want you suckling hard on the taunt,
Sensitive rosebuds of my breast.
Your hands roaming my curves,
and sliding through my folds,
To sweet warm juices.
I want your lips to travel,
Down the sides of my belly,
Till they nip at my hips,
And for you to gently lick my glistening bud.
Flick it with your tongue,
Circle around it again and again,
And then - plunge in.
Tongue burried deep inside me,
I want you to rock your face against my hips,
Suck every drop of juice from me.
Pump your fingers into my warmth,
Glistening with my wetness,
Make me cry out your name,
Hands thick in your hair,
Bring me to explosion,
Anf then gently kiss the fire away,
Rising the tempature again,
Bringing that thrum to pound in my core,
Slide that thick, throbing cock,
Deep past my lips, and fill me.
Darling, write me something,
Make love to me with words.
Sorting through old pictures kept in weathered leather albums
I am sorting through the questions, that are tethered in my head
If time is truly relative, (as often we have heard)...
then,...what defines this moment?
I am living here, while missing them....but is it me that's really dead?
Am I here? Am I there? Is it now? Is it then?
Am I living in the future, or has tomorrow come and gone?
All the familiar faces, in sepia faded poses, are here within my hand
I sense the comfort of their arms. Their voices, soft and lingering...
How can that be, if they are gone......yet still a part of me?
Perhaps they still live and it is me, who is fading, all along?...
Wind at the window, and an old ticking clock,
keeping me counting, pondering thoughts
While the questions unanswered circle the room...
I re-memorize the faces, ....each page is a story,
the story keeps weaving, .....in memory's loom
My mother, alive, long brown braids, as a child...
Younger than I ever knew her to be...
My father, so strong, ...before he was frail...
The faces before me, did they follow my trail?
Or did they come first, ...with stories to tell?
Yes, here is my grandmother, who cradled me well.....
Where did she go? She lives in me still...
Or is she still here, looking down from above
while I still feel the love, as I look down at her now?
What is time, what is death, where am I in the scheme of things?
Can you help me unlock the spell...
Tell me, ....tell me......
Do we circle around the wheel of life, of death, of time....
In sepia, faded yellow and brown?
I walk slow
Through the forest
Alone
Inside my mind
Where I am looking
For answers
Sometimes
I find them
Sometimes
I find glue
Stuck in thoughts
That circle around
I step off the pathway
Wait
A new path opens
written: 8-31-2019
Yalto poems only Poetry Contest
1st Place Premium Thank You Emile
Invented by Edward Ibeh: line 1 to 15:
3,4,2,4,5,3,2,3,2,3,3,5,6,1,5 syllables
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
The Elected
Sharks leave the water to campaign on land
Drink Champagne at political parties
Draw blood; circle around, troll for enemies
Take contributions with a wink
Tease young girls, kiss babies, follow rules
To the point of razor sharp teeth
Follow schools of fish
Delicious to eat
Sharks don’t just swim. They float
Rainy days don’t help the votes
Bait dangles on hooks
Sharks steal it when no one looks
Change to gentlemen in a gesture
Genuflect when given gifts
Run, (though they have no feet) at the smell of money
Chummed up by buddies in muddied waters
Pray for a cause to chew the fat
Call Jaws if all else fails
Sharks fly when not swimming to victory
The media counts on them to lie
They lie in wait to strike
At the elected hour
When they rise to power
Sharks love the taste of cowards
Falling down to my splintering knees,
Heaven or Hell, the stone will be cast.
Like whiplash, the ground beneath me begins to crack open
As my truth is played out against an apocalyptic backdrop.
Sins weighed against my empathic
compassion,
Caught in riptides of my darkness; will light save me?
Flames lick against my flesh as the vultures circle around.
Pleading to the heavens, I swear my truths are sincere.
I pushed back against those incessant inner
demons
As they flirted with the devil.
But my sanity assimilated, and I plunged down that pit.
Sins took hold, infecting, infesting; the damage that
was already done.
I plead for your unconditional mercy:
Don’t let the razor teeth tear me apart.
Summer skies are colorful delights
As fireflies light up our warm nights
The full moon shines clear and bright
A relaxing, peaceful and serene sight
Goldfinches, and nuthatches are out
Happily eating seeds and dancing about
As crows and hawks circle around
Watching for prey on the ground
Peonies with their saucer sized blooms
Bees busy feeding landing on plumes
Hummingbirds fighting for feeder nectar
An entertaining show of feisty collectors
Late evening after all the traffic’s gone
A loon is heard with its eerie mating song
The leaves rustle in the fragrant breeze
As the songbirds quietly nestle in the trees
Morning sunrise peaks in hot pinks and light blues
Perennial flowers blooming in all colors and hues
Sitting outside with my coffee and no place to go
I sit back and relax and enjoy the magnificent show
8/12/2020
Contest: Nature Rhyming Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Brenda Chiri
I only remember she was all white
with a black circle around one eye,
like a mole on the face of a beauty queen.
She was the Marilyn Monroe of dogs
and we named her Beauty.
Beauty 1959-1970.
Candle
Wax:
A circle around fire;
Melt it; I burn—
With pastel oils,
That stick.
Scarring stays on;
While in my eyes, my heart
Flickers for more—
(It blushes at its own slipperiness inside)
For within, its gift— to hide.
All tones are the same—
(Dark and darker)
While the fire lets out its
final gasp—
Before all wanes into
Easy flesh.
Thick rain soaked clouds came floating by on sullen grey skies
Branches swayed and leaves waved, tied
In unison with the whipping wind
The rains came soft and gentle ,one by one, floating
among an endless series of soft humid waves
Puffs of dust kick up as rain hits the ground ,
the enticing smell of the brown clean earth pervades all around
The ponds break into endless circles of tiny drops
Sliding down branches , dripping from leaves, running down the darkened bark, plopping
In the silent air ,Soaking the ground into soft muddy earth, healing cracks, soft like dew
the rains speak their true voice and intent without a clue
becoming pounding and insistent ,angry and relentless, as one by one they beat the ground
And the cycle comes full circle ,around and around
Cool air from atop the sky filters down through hot steamy mist
wind driven clouds form funny ominous shapes in the sky
Bending and twisting to keep up with their fierce and relentless brother
Throwing countless drops down onto the clean brown earth
The Angry winds and warm drops count their times to hit the ground
Covering forest and field alike taming the long forgotten dust
that became the earth following the season of drought
Lightning burns across the sky and crashes among the giant embers standing wet, black and gleaming
Stark and ancient they stand tall and straight , silhouetted against the angry sky
The rain comes in sheets of grey , pouring out of the heavens
In a thunderous wave that threatened to sweep clean the skies
If perfect means flawless, then a Perfect World
is flawless too.
Persons would have to be the same
Frame of mind to have a Perfect World.
So that good things may circle around,
A Perfect World should exist in Collectivism;
Sharing All Things selflessly with wisdom.
Is this perfect enough for you?
I have a trade, you have one too,
Each one complementing the other.
Like in a Jewish neighborhood -
Brother sells this, Sister that,
Get those from Auntie, Uncle paints well.
Cousin does the printing, Grandma makes
pastries,
And Neighbor sells books and magazines.
In a Perfect World, there'd be one set of Investors
Vying for the best rates for us.
Bankers would raise Interest Rates,
And offer Bonuses for our monies they invest.
Taxes would not be Garnished for silly non-payments,
And Tuition for schooling made more affordable.
There'd be no Pilot Research Studies for
non-existing disease!
But what do you believe is the idea of man's
Perfect World?
No illness but happiness and laughing with all.
Going on vacation, dwelling among sincere friends,
Great romances, healthy children, cars and a house.
Pretty flowers, waterfalls, shrubs and trees in a field.
Making a lot of money but hardly working.
Worshipping and praising the Lord without deceit.
Lord, quickly bring a flawless world for PEACE everlastingly!
Poem Title: In A Perfect World
Sponsor: Catie Lindsey
Date Due: March 7th, 2016.