Best Climax Poems
That was his last dime
Spinning his favorite song
I have seen him before
A couple of times
Long enough to say so slong
What is my fear
That I study in him
How a man can fall off
Not fall ...
The bandwagon picking up
Direlicts
We ought to pay more attention
To the prevention of things like this
That make the evening news
Man's tears have never saved
Anything ... quite a bad sign then
They should not make guns
So prevalent.
It's much too close in here
for loneliness,
or companionship.
Either way,
I grow too small
non-existent
non-essential
undervalued domesticity with insufficient commodity,
just another over-populating parasite
underneath Earth's glamorous backside;
Suppressed incubator within a more integrating place
of nonverbal language
and full-octaned relationship toward outside
somewhere, marginally surfing
flowing symbiotic omni-nutritional fluid
umbilical corded string
for receiving ever more formative function
energetic unction
massive combustion
rebirthing my new Elder synergetic IdEntity
through Ego-recession,
contracting unrhymed rhythm
of fear of fear of fear...
Double-Binding negative threshold
toward appositional Eco-Love prehension;
echoing across echo-developing hemispheres,
inter-wombed regenetic too slow and tight economy
creating EarthTribe's Beloved Ecology
of paradise boundaried with pain
Longing reconnected within universal agency,
being primally related through
RNA's coincidental Hollow Womb Presence,
Earth's self-optimizing cornucopian abundance
revolutioning joyful grace,
redemptive polycoloring place,
regenerate revolving Memory time
as love-drenched EarthMother's space.
Ambidextrous-ionic amniotic fluid,
Janus-faced dual destined
to internally bring forth new life
by purge erupting each metamorphic fertile sac,
draining past generations
into future's new-born hope,
to emerge a womb with sufficient empathic communication
to compassion Earth's warm-wombed community;
reconnecting humane nature's transactional economics
with sacred nature's transcendent ecologics--
Great Transition deducing permacultured functions
inducing biological forms of regenetic polyculture.
We're much too close for racing loneliness,
at loooong sloooow last,
our time to become Beloved CoElational together.
C losely clinging
L ovingly we interlace
I n frenzied embrace
M elting and mingling
A bsolutely tingling
X plosive interface
When you hear plans for reactive justice
do you also listen for responsive mercy?
Or are you more likely to feel merciless revenge
against uncivilized behavior
swelling vibrant adrenaline
thrilling your self-righteous bloodstream?
If revenge is your best defense
against chaotic complexities of bad mad behavior,
If punitive humiliation
is this justice by disgrace
you deem responsible,
comfortably live by,
protect and defend,
then you will be an often disappointed,
and disappointingly ineffective,
parent
And would best and brightest stay far away
from anything in law enforcement,
militarized defense,
courtroom dramas,
and gun permits.
Advocates and defenders of justice for all
are deep lovers of intentions and behaviors
good healthy humored
seeking our not so bad, sad, and mad renovations
of white-washed purging rituals
including Society's eco-political purifying rituals,
obsessive-compulsive demoralizing ruminations,
ruinations,
rambling echoes of great and small transitions
quaking Earth's moral indignation
steeped in Anthropocene rape cultures
and pillage histories
of patriarchal justice
without matriarchal mercy,
much less Eartheatrical peace.
Justice without mercy
is like believing in love
without practicing peace
Like trying to restore a moral climate for love
without a maturing polycultural life
engaged co-empathically together
All guilty of anti-Earth transgressions
against compassioned innocents
of most every unmerciful violence one might imagine
inside inhumane uncivilization
Until we fall Anthropocene bad
sad
mad
unglad apart
To reweave yet another new inter-re-ligious
brightest and best day
Without such long LeftBrain EitherFor/OrAgainst
pathologically punishing shadows,
unmercifully thrown survival of the fiercest apart,
not yet fully grown Anthropocene together
Mature sacred and organic
mind/bodies
Anthro/Earth-Tribe polyculturally thriving
merry mercy co-passion full
Maturing polypathic peace
EarthJustice regenerates.
Elegant frequent interludes
Ebony and ivory harmonised
The maestro raises his hands
A single note from a violin
Reverberates the soul within
Piano keys dance the storm
Conductor's baton waves the way
The orchestra now as one
Vibrations pounding in my heart
Sweet cellos and harps sing
Two dueling clarinets take front stage
Silhouetted angels fill the mind
As the beating of timpanis start
A fluttering flute swiftly flies
With dulcet melodies swirling about
A double bass begins the final coda
Then blissfully, I open my eyes
Amid `Utopia's moonlit night.. ..
Mother, wearing a `Silken's Perfumed
Nightie waltzing unto, `My Joyful, Heart's bedside
Cream, colored thighs..`Her Beauty's, Glistening, `Dreams
Sending Waves `My, `Darling ~ `Ecstasy, unto `Her Daughter's Pulsing
Moist in `Love's, Possive, Pink `Lips Her `Passion's, Playground Our, Perfect....
Paradise `Her Eyes ~ `She Knows..lifting slowly `Her Swaying Hips their, `Gossamer's. .
Longing ...to be near Slipping, `Slowly, unto the floor where, `Mother, last `Moaned... `My Tongue. ..Tonight ~ `Sweet. .`Love` *
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A self-evaluation of life
How did we get there?
Climax tho’ connote performance
Not what think in sex alone
Under the shower or tub, where?
But, climax is the very core
Of success and comfort, not otherwise
Climax alright is climbing the maximum thus define
We set aside malice
We have to analyze and evaluate
How and where we have gone
It is rather holy effort of twosome
Maybe in your aloneness but unimaginable
It has to be between you and me!
The nods pass from one balding head
to another, round the polished
oak table until it stops
with the head fringed with hair of white.
The collective pauses
while the somber man,
with heavy head,
rearranges the piles of paper.
Eyes catch on the grain
of the glowing wood.
His tired neck pulls his head
to meet the gaze of those others.
He clears his throat
to speak…
Souls kiss.
Breathless.
Complete me
when we touch the skies.
You stand at the edge of my bed
Your eyes are fixed on my nakedness
I watch you lick your lips
As you crouch down into bliss
You crawl up to me rhythmically
I can feel the heat pouring from you
You lay kisses as you get closer to my face
First my feet, knee, thigh, belly, whew
I feel you now up to my breast
Then so gently to my lips
I taste milk chocolate and honey
As we are locked in this kiss
Oh my boy you taste so yummy
You than make your entrance
I can’t help but to moan
Your rhythm is slow and steady
As you continuously groan
I begin to roll my body
You start to melt like wax
Our bodies begin to tremble intensely
As we both reach our peak of climax
Abrupt as change these feelings race:
Succinct the swirl of pleasure here,
Explore the strange echoes that grace;
Now how time twirls the vivid cheer,
See yet not see the sensuous spice;
Obsess the touch as raw nerves jump,
Rise to beauty with pretty nice;
Yield more than much the load that pumps.
Charming the poise as feelings strain,
Live lovely grooves that court and woo;
Ignite firm choice with rapture plain,
Make happy moves a daring do;
Allow heart room as body signs,
Xpose bright blooms as delights bind.
Leon Enrique
01 March 2016
Singapore
Smokeless Climax
Ambivalence – her bittersweet response
to the arcane quiescence of the tactile
invisibility – the quintessence of the
intercessor’s immolation of her dreams
upon the luscious flamboyance
of his passion.
10/26/2016
ten word challenge
ambivalent, arcane, bittersweet, luscious, intercessor
quiescent, flamboyant, immolation, tactile, quintessence
Once ran Frankensteins blood
over my hair,
the monster looked on
kissing my cheek.
I'm going to miss you
when this web of technicolor vibrations
crumbles to a feeble hush
and our hearts lose steam
under the dark pressures
We'll let go in the wind's eye
and see our ways to the edge of the galaxy
Mine on one side, your face always blackness
I'm going to miss you
Though these trances last longer every time
I pass happiness down my esophagus
or in a green vapor
Though these songs have the magic sprinkles
to sing more graphically every time I search for
right words,
I'm going to miss you in the aftermath
of this elliptical-passion-starstream highway
and my tears will pour in the souls
of every video tape you've seen.
When a silent bolt of lightning
thunderously strikes my heart,
A flash of darkness sparkles
like an echo reverberating
in the brimming void and
wraps me in a swathe of emptiness.
When silence melts into rivulets
dissipating into
the foreboding clouds of nothingness,
The engulfing darkness
lights my way bringing
my beloved and me into
a blazing threshold of lovemaking.
Hand in hand
heartbeat to heartbeat
together as one
we step up to
the brink of a fiery volcano.
Our unbridled longing
nudges us into taking
the headlong plunge
locked together in a
chilling flame of passion
forged into
an inseparable conflagration
and being spewed out
in a gushing river of bliss.
~05/22/17