Best Climaxing Poems
Measuring tempo i spin you
Around, i
Kiss you up and then down your back, hearing
Incredible moans of pleasure and delight. your
Nails rip at my skin, climaxing. your
Grip becomes tighter around my waist
Lyrics pour from your mouth. an
Opera. the melody pure and intoxicating. this
Version of you, a picture perfect moment of
Erotic and passionate Love Making...
........:JP)
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Love without Beloved,
Beloved without Love,
neither alternative could be
me without you
you within me
both equivalent would be
We.
We without you,
or me,
this simply can not be,
we takes both equally
bidextrously
ambivalent
Without me,
just you,
or me,
which We cannot
co-arisingly be.
I could not be me
without a you,
nor you
without a me,
as I, you see
we're not at home
in silo-by-silo
universality,
confusing coincidentality,
poor performing
economicality,
dismal absence
of ecologicality,
teleologically teasing
merely biological We.
If no Earthy EcoSystem,
then no Me.
If no Me, then no exegetical
metaphysical
metamorphical
polycultural
permaculturing Be.
If no Belonging,
then no longing.
If no longing, then no hope
of Belonging.
If no becoming, then not Being
seeing
sensing
souling
solving
resolving
resonating
hibernating
sublimating
en-double-lightening We.
If synapse
were not quite so closely haunted
by relapse
deep learning might be
as boringly unpredictable
as gravity's self-creational
bi-relational
lapse.
When East and West learn to divest
of Othering culture's absence,
as South and North learn to invest
in Other culture's apart-sense,
then PermaCulturing Design
will co-redeem
sustainable We
polyculturing our healthy Planet
polymorphic economics
polypathic ecologic
becoming PolyWealthy Therapy.
Messiahs turn Left
to Rightly Prophet
and CoMessiah Right
to EcoProphesy Left
and back again
to revolution Earth ethics upside down,
with SunGod's cooperative rays on top
of Earth's economically rich
deep pie charts
and global graceful synergy spread wide
warm watery reception,
challenging bi-generic tree-ringed contractions
of grace,
karmic abundance,
a Bun Dance away from narcissistic ignorance
Ego's fancy prance,
of why when we each and all come together,
in love's full climaxing bilateral embrace
we turn our identities future side down
a pace
in this HereNow timely space.
We each come to redeem our Ego investment
born of Earth's long-spun
cosmic fun
regenerating narrative,
double negative binding Identity
creating SuperEco-Normic
sticky Bliss
Is not
Love without Beloved,
Beloved without Love
neither alternative could be
me without you
within me
both equivalently
must be
gummy We.
Striking colored lights dazzle
Her dynamic dance routines—
Wearing stagehands to a frazzle
Illuminating live scenes
Spotlighting three tambourines.
Her shimmering white tights cast
Opalescence unforeseen
Climaxing one last bright blast.
Caryl Ramsdale
Copyright © 2011 All rights reserved.
Verse Poetry Form
July 29, 2011
"HUTAIN THIS ONE..." poetry contest sponsored by nette onclaud
~ 1st Place ~
08/03/2011
Those of us
who have had guilty pleasures
of owning valuable real property,
like a car
and rental property
and office equipment
Office buildings,
solar inverters,
and nuclear holocaust delivery systems
but not privately owned MBA degrees
or merely intellectual property
or more intimately owned emotional properties,
Those of us
who know the mixed blessings
of owning organic and technocratic fragments
of climate pathologized,
yet still breathing, planet Earth,
especially if taxable property,
have heard about depreciation of values
over their natural/mechanical life/utility
health/power time.
We might recall
depreciation of property value
decelerates more gradually as time marches forward,
barring any unfortunate head-on accidents,
flying and melting and fragmenting damage,
accelerating astronomical crises
eliminating long-term realistic health-wealth values.
Depreciated suddenly to total loss of asset value,
now a global junk-dealer liability.
Anyway,
just as depreciation decelerates over time,
appreciation accelerates empowering resilience
with time's enduring health/wealth cooperative life-experience,
Organic systems accelerate
robust cooperative integrity
over a deep learning nutritious multiculturing life-time
of Win/Win climax learning
deeply curving synergetic ego/eco-relationships,
Growing in good-humored co-investment priorities
for story telling and listening
to resonant fulfillment co-opportunities
Rather than continuing historic depreciated taking
and Win/Lose epic slow-losing ego/economic depressions,
Anti-systemic pathologies,
realistic predictions of global chaos.
Retributive injustice depreciations
slowly fade toward entropic disorganization,
just the suffering and loss opposite
of exponentially appreciative Win/Win compassion
Explicitly conscious
of living interdependently between and within
autonomously natural depreciative law
and appreciative open-systemic/spiritual
yang/yin multicultural
left/right psychological
self/other empowering
appreciative
spiraling
deep listening and wide learning order
re-mixing depreciating curses
into old-aged exponentially appreciating blessings
of co-opportune climaxing climates.
Exracted from Gerald Nforche's Epic, The Slave's Tale
-Across the Atlantic, 1793-
We cry out cursing to our very gods
Whilst mokala and plotters lead us in lots.
And slaves we have become, slaves we are groomed
And setting in the milken sky, is the moon.
This is the hell that befalls one’s prism
If he doesn’t open himself to pragmatism.
The ways of mokala are not our ways
And their days are never like our days.
Hope you fall in line with my tune’s knell
As it would guide souls to wisely dwell:
Now permit me continue with my sad tale
Before we are rapidly placed on sale.
For here I stand under an alien sun
Faraway from my own sweet land’s rung
Battered, chained to the queue’s label
As humans are placed on the auction table.
Here I proceed with my tale feeding you
With my pain, pains of brothers on cue
As they are sold off like fresh tobacco
Whips meeting flesh if anyone plays the hero.
***
Rocks! ebesse rocking, shaking like old
The chains cutting into arms, legs to mold
Croaks and groans climaxing to a sadistic rhythm
Beating us to yield forth into realism.
Light strained in through rat nibbled openings
Else we would have left the hold like blind goblins
Vicious to the point of abandonment
Scuffling for blood, mokala’s disbursement.
Aided by the scurrying light, my head worked
East, west, south and north, on shoulders, rocked-
Acquainting itself with the crampy hold
Taking in every detail for any bolt.
In long prodigious rows we humans lay
Meditating, some wide-eyed not to say
Tear tracks dry on their black paling cheeks.
They now submissive despite the reeks.
A cough here, a huff there. A groan here
A croak there. A curse far afield, a stifle near.
A prayer whimpered here, a shiver rippling
There. A horrid sight it was, a grappling.
That pungent stench, from decaying beings:
Men awake whilst parts decayed in rings.
I was nauseated, my eyes reeling, pained
My stomach flaring to throw up content.
And there they ran, hiking on heaving bodies
Playing hide-and seek- on chained enemies.
Tossing about, screeching on their suppers-
Causing a kick here, shrieks there, left-overs.
And my groans joined the choir, a dirge
Loud to fissure walls, and seditious to merge
Vocal forces to kill, kill! Kill! No shy-
And we’d die sober, die! Die! Die!
In the numinous nebulous clustering clouds
The sacred soul of man in creation
Within the homogeneous hemispheres of consciousness
A sapient spark in consummation
Thrown thru subatomic space and temporal time
Inhabiting the jewels of the Heavenly sphere
The jaded journey of man in its molding
Binary building blocks within the Earths premiere
Plasmatic parallel universes unfolding euphorically
As the molecular matter tranquilly transforms
And the Angelic realms wondrously watching
For the cosmic climaxing Super storms
We enter the Central Sun of Christ Consciousness
Mans DNA abundantly absorbs His thrusting light
Behold a New Angelic Man mysteriously manifests
As the Ancient Ancestral Ones await and reunite.
(March.17.2016) Second Place Only II - Poetry Contest
By Laura Loo
July.07.2016
ROSE MOON FOR LOVERS
Vibrancy
of vesper-velvet gown
Buddleia glass slippers fall to ground
Fairy lights,
the climaxing of stars,
in blue-eyed diamond-facet orbs
Riveting
rose moon, kiss of jasmine
in cimmerian shade of Eden
Silhouette
flirt, her bodacious trunk,
vines wrapped around her beckoning arch
3/8/2021
Images in Parallel Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Joseph May
PS Syllable counter verified 3/6/9 syllable count
IF WALLS COULD TALK
So many things are left unsaid
So many things are left undone
So many things are left excused
The feelings I have for you; can never be left unexpressed
Am done needing many things; all I need now is your love and affection
Am so confused on how to express it; don’t want to give you the wrong impression
Right from the start; you smooth criminal stole my heart
Am so stupid for not reporting the theft; guess I don’t want the criminal found
Am strongly assured that the criminal will keep my heart safe; away from other criminals
If walls could talk; they will tell you how happy I am to be your victim.
If this isn’t love; then I need a prophet to prophecy to me what else it is
I am not even half-perfect; but am on a mission of making something else perfect
A perfect love! Brewed from the brewery of imperfection; climaxing beyond perfection
I just want to show you how much I appreciate you; my endless love
Do you even know how much I care about your heart?
Am so dedicated to you; just want to forever be with you
I can’t help the fact that am always thinking of how to make you happy
No matter how strong the wind of tribulation seems to be; I can never give you up
It’s so cold without you baby; I will forever remain at mercy of your warmth body
If walls could talk; they will tell you how desperately I want to always be with you.
If loving you is a sin; I will forever be at the depth of beyond redemption
What in the world can I not do for you? All I want is to always do you right
If am as rich as one naira; I will buy you everything one naira can buy
If I must live, then I must love; you are the one I love now that am living
When I die; I want the world to know that I lived and that I loved you
The moments we shared together is safely treasured in my mind; engraved in my heart
I have taken a deep dive into your heart; don’t care if I drown in the ocean of you love
Even if I lost my mind; I can never stand and watch you burn in any sorrowful fire
Don’t be afraid baby! I am your hero; I am here and I will always be there for you
Listen quiet closely, the walls are talking; they are saying that “I will always love you”.
Dedicated to my love Dannycurrie...
Happy birthday sweetest heart!!!
I love you baby...
...Lordvip...
10th August, 2013.
There was poetry in their lovemaking,
the way he brushed her hair aside
as he gazed piercingly into her eyes,
she welcomed his tender caresses
as well as his demanding fervor,
he cherished her sensually inclined
free spirit pleasing his every whim,
the rhythmic concerto between
them whispered Moonlight Sonata
& climaxing crescendos' finale
amid Beethoven's 5th symphony
of harmonious little deaths further
intimate refrains' melodic dalliance
No one of us
and all of us together
believe in optimal power within
in total absence of any power among,
without.
Short-sighted political therapy evolves
short-minded economic health is
small-mindedness,
pretending Self and Other and Earth
are not eternally interdependent.
Pain and loss and blindness
cause long-sited suffering,
wrestling with God's absence of fulfillment
Great aerobic exercise,
but let us not fool
or bully ourselves,
or Others,
or God,
and most certainly not Earth
in this her eternally holy Day.
Only competitive assumptions wrestle against health;
while cooperative eco-normic awareness
wrestles with,
side by side,
each challenge shared.
Wrestling is dissonance resolving contention
stretching for harmony
co-arising contentment,
diminishing confusion to
chronic suffering of advent,
just the right amount of pain and ego-loss
for regenerative redeemer rebirth.
Pain, loss, dissonance deny
optimistic accidental history
but may ecologically coincide
with interactive mutually-held hope
that peace with ego's self-justice
ultimately emerges
from each biosystemic incarnation's incubating life
toward further regenerative health
and love
and love of health
and health of love,
then too there is lovely health of wealthy love,
but that could take us in another similar climaxing
dialectically emergent
dipolar co-arising direction.
CRAZY LOVE
I haven’t seen love so crazy like my love
We are so madly in love; we make love mad
Here I am asking myself if I have lost my mind
This is faster than I have ever seen or heard
This is love at its peak; enjoying every moment of it
We are so good together; we are the best couple
There is nothing that we cannot do; name it all
Kissing, touching, sucking, caressing like we are acting a pornographic movie
Oh! This is sweet crazy love.
I will always love her just as she always love me
There is no end to this love that we can see
Everything is so perfect; we are climaxing to perfection
I love the look in her eyes when I start to touch her
I can never get enough of her succulent lips
Am her baby; I want to suck her breast all day long
Tickling her nipples makes me want to hold it in my mouth all night long
Whenever she touches me, I loose my sense of reasoning
The things she does to me, am so speechless to say
We are crazy and we love doing crazy things
She is the naughty girl I fell in love with; Am the naughty boy she loves
This is crazy; we are the craziest couple...
Lordvip & Currie
Lordvip
August, 2013
Tonight I want to show you how I worship my King
Tell me exactly what you want and I will do anything
Anyway you want it, baby it’s your choice
Your masculinity is rising, my femininity is moist
No need to be gentle, give it all to me
Like poetry in motion when our cravings meet
Back and forth, up and down, moving left and right
I fit you like a glove, holding you tight
Lost in this moment, enjoying the beautiful ride
Bouncing on your bliss , I feel your bliss deep inside.
Curving to you perfectly, as you shift my hips
Squeezing my breast, biting my lips
Swaying to your beat, steady, nice and slow
Penetrating within, as deep as you can go
Switching positions, I wrap you between my thighs
Melting all over you as our two worlds collide
Swimming in my seas and I am so soaking wet.
Your skin pressed close against mine, dripping in sweat
Gently flip me over, hit it from behind
Rhythmically in sync, our secrets intertwine
Clutching the sheets, I call out your name
Crying tears of joy, such enjoyable pain
“Baby whose is it? Do you like it like that?
Whispering in my ears, kissing my back.
Tapping on my passion like you’re playing drums
Grab my waist, call me closer, and see how quickly I come
Multiple orgasms, constant climaxing
To the point of no return, pure satisfaction
I love my solitary matins,
morning excursions and incursions
toward simply divine places,
reading to hear voices from my past
inside prophetic choices
occupy BeLoved Community futures.
In this sacred space
we sing full time health resolutions,
ego therapeutic gospel by day,
and dream Gaia's good-wealthy news
remixed by night
Regenerating each dawn's richly choired
multicultural anthem
climaxing just as SunGod
kisses EarthMother's rich-soiled face
of graceful embrace
for all Her co-invested Tribes.
I then love quiet endings
for this global namaste psalm,
when my monastic ego
re-enters Earth's deeply private sacred school
co-mentoring lessons
Yang proposes what we learned
from last night's dreamy discern,
and Yintegrity inductively disposes why
we saw and heard
contentiously dissonant stragglers
Offering a gentle decompositional reminder,
we must overcome traumatic karma, together,
preferably in four-harmonic
resonant polyphonic
therapy.
I love our not so solitary Earth-morning
CoPresence
breathing in Yang positive,
breathing out Yintegrity's double-negatives,
appositional dipolarities,
reverse co-relational analogies,
positive polycultural love
as not not negative angry fear of monocultural hate,
singing co-passionate dialectical raves
in resonant 4/4 octaves
Primal AnthroMe/GaianWe
deep dawning resilience,
smooth as brown-skinned silk.
Kiss me
Caress me
Undress me
Hold me firm, against you
Tease the nap of my neck
With the hotness of your breath
Playfully, bite me
Get me all raunched up!
Let your hands wander and roam
Seduce my body
Bumping and grinding
Teasing me, from behind
Entice me with your manhood
As you feel between my thighs
Feeling the warm, flowing nectar
Addictive, first taste!
Your fingers and tongue
Working their erotic magic
My body in an uncontrollable frenzy
The experience, driving me wild!
En-trancing me with your masculinity!
Pleasurable, involuntary shudders
Climaxing
Surrendering
Smiling
Free Spirited