Best Consenting Poems
Love is a rainbow mirrored in the sky
Its free, its beautiful and tells no lies
A gleaming reflection
Upon the still of a pond
The dewy mist on a freshly cut lawn
Love is a sanctuary for our innermost fears
A tiny capsule to hold all of our tears
A symbol of beauty, rare to be found
Its strength and convictions
Knows no bounds
Love is the touch of our first newborn
So soft, so delicate, so easy to adore
An unconditional consenting of souls
An awareness, a spirit, unique to its own
Love soothes and heals though cannot be bought
An eternal commitment so widely sought
Love is a truth and blossoms for few
A necessity of life, a uniting of hearts
A palette so stunning, so beautiful and new
Love is how I feel for you.
The hyacinth stood on the dusking rise,
cerulean the waters did traverse,
the reeds consenting daylight to the skies
as pewter stones recited lapis verse.
The burning pyres of sunlight floated west
untouched by orchid mountains in the mist,
the periwinkle shadows did invest
in rising to the lingering deep kiss
by weeping echoes trailing on the sea
of fire and mangoes in most vibrant past,
the lemon grasses lilting on the lea
and scented mornings in their pungent cast.
The shorebirds ceased their gospels upon sight
as glowing whispers vanished in the night.
On the night skies,
Drifting – solitary stars…
Collected, quiet, nomadic,
Free and flowing
Gliding through the silence
On the gentle promises,
Wordless, but sworn…
In faith, never doubting,
Sure as the endlessness of stars,
Moon glowing – wise as the heart.
On the softest prayers,
Voiceless whispers, violet…
Kisses, like wonders, blessings,
Preparing the soul,
With hope, peaceful and low.
On the melancholic colors,
Visions in sapphire and gold…
Brilliant scarlet, nature glowing
Reflecting the joy,
Breathing elated splendor.
On the morning, dawning,
In echoes of grace…
Shedding the skins of a past,
When yesterday felt so hateful,
Yesterday, twilight feeling shameful.
On the edge of a song,
Captured by the heart, the knowing…
Breathless sighs, singing along,
Inspiring the feelings,
Consenting to acceptance.
On the shadows of Christmas,
When love falls all around…
Dusting the rim of our moments,
With heaven’s grace,
Stirring awake the true praise.
On these precious moments,
Close as the twinkling…
Glistening on the easy silence,
In eyes, alive as stars,
Breaking through the dark –
Breaking down every wall,
Releasing the bonds of intolerance,
Destroying the fears,
Cleansing the past with fresh tears,
Tears of hope, tears of faith –
Tears meant to embrace Christmas’ meaning –
The significance of kindness that gives…
From the heart, from the spirit
Gifts of light sent down from above,
Gifts of His peace – the hope, faith and love
That only Jesus…
could have stirred awake inside us!
1.The dogma of atheist does not contain any stance
(positive nor negative)about any form of incest.
about pig eating,about swine soup,about fried frogs,
about consensual gaang baang etcetera.
2.Moreover,most atheists do not customarily condemn
the very practices that religion condemns,
for example,idolatry,adultery,and homosexuality.
3.Atheists do not constitute a cohesive or powerful group.
4.They argued that as long as sex is between two consenting
adults,then it should be permitted.
5.It is an act that is morally or naturally wrong and it should
be punished by law.
A new Drug Device
A wife in tough labor pain was advised
By a doctor to try new drug device
To shift pain, a quarter
To the child’s father
Husband consenting, she took the pill thrice.
The husband didn’t feel pain even then
She felt some pain, the fourth pill remained
Husband gave her the last pill
To take away all the ills
She did and both were feeling great then.
They passed a few hours with great joy
The wife gave birth to a baby boy
Next day they came home
And saw a sight awesome
On the doorstep they found the paperboy.
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January 15, 2015
Form Limericks
Why does hatred bloom where two lovers stand
vowing only to cherish each other forever?
When it is love and hope that brought them together,
why do hoards of people want their union banned?
Just because it is a love they cannot understand?
Does it somehow make their lives a little bit better
keeping different drummers from marrying ever?
And here I thought we lived in a free land.
Why must we put restrictions on how people love?
Why does homosexuality scare people so?
Consenting adults should be allowed their own choice.
I’ll leave moral judgment to the heavens above,
but this is one thing that I certainly now know -
a union of any two lovers is a cause to rejoice.
Written and posted on 4/29/2014 for Craig Conrish's "Miltonic Sonnet" contest.
We are living in the middle, you and I,
between butterfly beginnings - ethereal endings.
Despite Natural Law, I'm persuaded to pause;
if possible, dear, let chrysalis continue ...
Timothy Levi Hicks
Love’s Path
Love's Path
Rules bind us from infancy
If instincts are true we thrive, each new lesson works
for success, we forget practices that thwart happiness.
Passages and reaching for that metaphoric sky
Romance, a chrysalis that cradles heightened mystery- our endurance of drudge before we fly
We are living in the middle, you and I
There is much we live, reliant upon chance happenings- what if we had never met? Our paths, never intersected or,
if they did, we missed our chance to connect.
The perfect moment when the sky was right to usher in romance,
the laws of attraction that shaped the joy of love in magic renderings, in heightened awareness of simple things.
Brighter colors, heavenly perfumes
the harmony and peace of mutual understandings.
between butterfly beginnings - ethereal endings
Time came for making promises --getting used to things,
expected or not—learning the art of forgiving
Consenting to cherish common objectives—
was it our love succeeded because
we overlooked each others’ flaws, or unmet expectations
Two souls astounded to be of the same accord
or was a momentary whim the cause?
Despite Natural Law, I'm persuaded to pause
Too quickly the paragraphs of time we reád
Hand in hand we strolled the pages of our years
weathered all the seasons with forgiving hearts
Nothing could measure the small eternity we made ourselves-
we endured life with every sinew- refused to imagine
a life devoid of one another
Now matter how circumstance may try spin you
if possible, dear, let chrysalis continue
As poison destroys the human body,
so does consenting to the enticement
of rebels spoil the soul.
It takes much experience for a women to kiss like a beginner
therefore the casting couch phenomenon goes both ways.
As long as she's legal and able to consent
it's an equal act of a pure gamble, an amateur to try to engage.
If you feel it's necessary and no harm is done.
It's not criminal, though genius I say not.
It's betting on the future, which we all do in different ways.
Consenting is your personal thought.
We all have our morals, sometimes though set aside.
I don't judge those who choose to go a different way.
To each his own, your path is yours, you own your own decisions.
I say once more it's a long long ritual that should be just more play.
I can see the controversy and I can also see the lure.
I've never done that in my long years.
So I speak through tales i've heard.
Your old enough (if documents say) to seek the bed you sought.
(Genius or Criminal Contest
With bent torso, fenced horse Corso,
Tows corpulent gent Morse into a Kent forest.
This portly source torments tense Corso to such a contentious extent
That he sends them off course with vehement force to show his discontent.
“Whoa”, vents the incensed Morse
With voice tense and hoarse from onerous discourse.
“Endorse a gentle course,
And dissent from one so dense and coarse.”
With sore torso resentment, Corso forewent his horse-sense and sent
Enormous Morse into a torrential watercourse from Trent.
“You senseless, offensive, violent horse,”
Chorused the tortured, drenched Morse.
Yet, Morse lamented and swore to descent his portly content,
As soon as Corso implements his chores back in Kent.
And to mend his sores
From his hell-bent horse,
Reinvented Morse reinforced his orders
By tensing the cords toward extensive fence borders.
With a consenting snort for repented gent Morse,
The contented horse, relented pretenses and wended a short decent course.
For Sheri's couplet contest
In the early morning view outside my window
Captured my attention to one spider spinning his web
Interesting to look at how he maneuvers and views
The radius of his web for any prey to step inside
Not an apprentice anymore, inborn a master weaver
A lone performer living and feeding on his own
When the surrounding is dim, someone at stake--the leaver
Lurks a cunning spider on his bounded zone
Once marked his territory, guarded it with all his might
A truly wonder crystal piece hanging undisturbed
Withstand the slashing wind and consenting to a water right
For heedless occupants serving as their deathbed
Strumming threads to serenade his lady
His nonpareil prowess in dancing adds more to his intent
Fearsome to other contenders, he's dealing a real shady
To follow the dragline with or without her consent
Red Door
Some say
it’s a victimless crime
People have partaken
from earliest times
Maybe they are
consenting adults
But this is not
what it's all about
Those who partake,
join together their souls
Pleasure commerce
hearts always pay a toll
Faces hidden
both feel their shame
They meet in darkness
all the same
What is this path,
that so many choose
Where both partakers
eventually loose
This is not
what we are formed for
Please walk away
from the sorrowful Red Door
The One who writes the music
In notes of hope and peace,
Leaving out the darkness, embedding
Grace that relieves…
The One who writes the story
Between joy and faith,
Echoing life through the pages
Inspiring such thanks….
The One who writes the moments
With a pen of sun and rain,
Silencing the worries, easing
Even the past…
The One who writes the smiles
Through intimacy and light,
Foresees the edges of sweet joy,
Enlightens and enlivens…
The One who writes my colors
In hues of wonder and love,
Brightens all my heart’s yearnings
With dreams forevermore…
The One who writes my journey
Through blessings so unique,
Miracles and Godsends – consenting
To bring me a full book…
This volume is made up of wonders
Far more beautiful than the eye can see,
Far more brilliant than the sunlight,
Far more amazing than I can explain
For it comes to those who know Him
The One who writes with a creative hand,
The One who inspires and understands,
The One who answers all my prayers.
Because of Him, I know what it means
To love beyond my wildest dreams!
The landmark was given the name
"Exclamation Point," and indeed it became
the most exciting place I'd ever known!
The "parentheses" between us shone
of sun "dashes" splashing
on the "comma" aquamarine.
My fashion "square bracket" charms swayed
like my body stayed in Mark's trustworthy arms.
Our eyes simultaneously met
the first "asterisk" set in the sky, shining brightly.
"Make a wish," he whispered softly,
"and close your eyes tightly."
When I opened my eyes, he was down on one knee!
The "question Mark" asked next
was actually my silent request!
He pulled the "asterisk" from the sky,
and lovestruck eye to eye,
he gently slid it on my consenting finger.
Then suddenly swans graced the stage
like a princess rescue in a storybook page.
We agreed to continue our courtship that day
the "semicolon"ial biblical way.
How difficult it was that magical night,
amidst the "ellipsis" Little Dipper kite,
but we wanted to honor our great Creator.
A longing "period" of three months later,
down a driftwood isle along the same sand
our "carets" met "ampersand" hand-in-hand.
4/19/19
carefully laid down one by one
penning the words as they come
choosing ever so prudently
a poem for ignominy
a tacit agreement quietly kept
between a mind and body adept
some coherant ideology
based on etymology
euphemistic ideas at best
lying explicits up to rest
compromising the mind inside
to make its speech coincide
with what most people want to hear
in their surrogate heart to tickle their ear
now the popular circumlocution
playing it down by substitution
negative vibes are now in the plate
served up instead of outright hate
dissolution has overtaken divorce
makes a better illusion of course
adultery and stealing just to begin
is no longer thought to be living in sin
"consenting adults" and "doing your thing"
"number one first " and "having a fling"
unthankful children are just being cool
the shiftless hustler no longer a fool
trust and loyalty things of the past
friends are only transitional cast
the savant has become a clown
as ideology touches the ground
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