Best Contortions Poems
When blue sky has drawn its veil
That's when passions will prevail
Within the dark of nights closed eyes
Entangled lovers sweat and writhe
A fervent lust. A human need.
A chance to plant the given seed
It starts with just a gentle touch
As light recedes the sky at dusk
Then when the moon and stars arise
A hand is moved from breast to thighs
The roundness of the orb at night
Calls for lovers to delight
Engage in love. Engage in sin
Engage in feelings from within
A chance to touch another soul
Is what brings humans to their whole
Feel the softness of the skin
Two lips pressed against the chin
A moan escapes. A breath is drawn
As nipple is encroached upon
Grasping flesh and tasting love
The constellations stir above
Unclothed bodies in the night
Begin to consummate their plight
A presentation then is made
And well accepted, unafraid
The movement satiates the lust
As joy is drawn from every thrust
Fingers grasp and arms embrace
Contortions dominate the face
Muscles spasm, spASM, SPASM
Oh the joy of such ******
Now there's nothing but a bright
Ever glowing, loving light
Embracing them within that glow
As lovers movements start to slow
Electric feelings then subside
Like ending to a coaster ride
And as the dawn begins to creep
It chases lovers to their sleep
Leaving them to relish in
The echoed sound of pleasures din
Rockman :-)
If you enjoyed this one, also read "Sweet Love".
Importance of the Alternative Perspective
Contortions of my sentient being
Distortions of my inclinations to dream
Proportions of truth deciphering what it all means
Abortions of opinion as things are not always as they seem
Embellishments of truth displayed on the evening news
An inelegance that’s uncouth waiting for uncivilised cues
An epiphany of untold magnitude seen in awestruck colours of light and hues
A litany of criminal activity revealed by a complex set of clues
The vibrant laughter of children free from care or thought or sorrow
The vagrant daughter of an aristocrat whose forced to beg and borrow
The fragrant spice of delicate refine that contemplated living for tomorrow
The content found on television devoid of depth and so very hollow
Renewed graces of a man given a second chance at living
Perused statements of an intellect whose ideas are always giving
Confused looks from a stern command who remains perpetually unforgiving
The innocent intentions of a naive soul who stakes his fate on wishing
An ordained priest of benevolence preaching love to his fellow man
The contained feast of eloquence as a poet reaches linguistic highs
The engrained yeast of vigilance pacing back and forward as she cries
While the deranged beast of malevolence plots an innocent souls demise
Should we contain the urge to purge our souls from all this hate ?
Or simply refrain to complain at all lest we get locked out of Heavens gate?
Can we pertain noble incline in the workings of the human mind?
Or is the most essential attribute to remain above all else to be kind?
a smile
so forced
contrived
your eyes
have lost their spark
i hardly recognize your face
as the contortions
betray the pain
for so long now
you’ve tried to dispel
the toll on your body
hard to bear
as exhaustion drains
the life out of you
the color flushed
quelling how fears grow
we strive to do our best
to stay forever hopeful
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology ~CENSORED~ 2020
AP: 1st place 2025, Honorable Mention 2022
Sexy Love
Some say that love is when our rivers join on cotton sheets in mounting passion
when you and I share days and nights with Venus’ delta freely flowing
advance our bodies candlelit caress desires fit and fitting in all the latest fashion
when mingling waters splash the rocks and roll on tidal beaches growing
position musky gushes’ swelling delights’ passages in carefree physical obsession
when springs let loose in coasting caves change blushes into glowing
and we fulfil crescendo’s rhythmic interludes but do mistake loving for possession
Hard truths await when rivers dry turn flaccid stagnant trickle’s scorch our beds
when climate change in our hearts and mating souls abandoned lie exposed
our union built on quick sand crumbling walls fancy contortions immaturely spread
when flaking righteousness only amounts to shallow promises disposed
reveals the hidden secret of why rainy storm clouds erode the lover’s mindless head
when then and how and where the thirsty moonless plights are loathed
that reckoning deserves some thought when all else has been done and said
Sometimes our rivers flow below the earthy needs and wants flown in the wind
when fire’s pleasures kindled spirits need to join beyond sexual application
and thus all sensual heartfelt feelings have to be twined and twinned
when kindness compassion consideration might super-cede awesome copulation
the biggest phallus shapely **** augmented egos and shapely waistlines trimmed
when thinking conversations holding each firmly outweighs the grandest fornication
and then the river riders circle to sheet and intercourse in true love never dimmed
09th October 2016
THE PHARAOHS
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS
It wasn’t the Pharaohs that ruled the Nile
It was the priests that sanctioned their style
As long as the Pharaoh kept playing ball
The priests insured that he’d never fall
To make him acceptable to poor and unshod
They elevated his position to a living god
Scams have existed for thousands of years
They prey on ones greed and mortal fears
People have been duped by the glib tongue
Like Lenin, Amin, Castro and Mao-Tse-Tung
Cultures are swayed by the gifted speaker
Obscuring the facts from the reality seeker
Elections are stolen with factual distortions
Twisting the truth into diametric contortions
Demagogues and tyrants have little to fear
They just say what the masses want to hear
Independent thought can be a risky proposition
A word in the wrong setting can send you to prison
That kind of oppression can’t happen here
We’re a democracy with nothing to fear
They follow the polls ,the trends are clear
Our leaders will say what we want to hear
I refuse to be invisible, so, if I pass you on the street,
I am going to say “Hello” to you, even if you simply stare down at our feet;
To people who pass me in the hallway, I am going to say, “Good day”,
No matter how many contortions you do to look the other way.
Even though I may not know you; strangers we may be,
I refuse to wear the wardrobe of invisibility.
If you wish to remain invisible, I must apologize,
Because if you are to pass me, your presence I will recognize.
I refuse to be invisible and to ensure that I am seen,
I am going to pierce your veil of shyness – I hope that’s not too mean.
I cannot pass another person, without acknowledging they exist,
As proof I am not invisible, it is a practice in which I will persist.
I do not mean to scare you or invade your privacy,
It’s just my way to say, “I see you” and hope that you see me.
Beyond from Walls of Sleep
Deep dormant eyes forever weep
Keep hells behind upon walls of sleep
Dancing demons in rituals necromancing
Glancing of gates admits infernos entrancing
Damned words resonating of souls scammed
Programmed lips through evil’s command
Hellion hypnotic of minds dwelling
Rebellion of thoughts forever yelling
Contortions spread sanctioned abortions
Distortions spread abandoned portions.
...in reverse
Distortions spread abandoned portions
Contortions spread sanctioned abortions
Rebellion of thoughts forever yelling
Hellion hypnotic of minds dwelling
Programmed lips through evil’s command
Damned words resonating of souls scammed
Glancing of gates admits infernos entrancing
Dancing demons in rituals necromancing
Keep hells behind upon walls of sleep
Deep dormant eyes forever weep.
...I took this a step further where the poem is reversed and each line is backward...
Sleep of Walls from Beyond
Portions abandoned spread distortions
Abortions sanctioned spread contortions
Yelling forever thoughts of rebellion
Dwelling minds of hypnotic hellion
Command evils through lips programmed
Scammed souls of resonating words damned
Entrancing infernos admits gates of glancing
Necromancing rituals in demons dancing
Sleep of walls upon behind hells keep
Weep forever eyes dormant deep.
...perhaps no double meaning, but double fun...
This poem is dedicated to my friend Gregory R Barden (the Bard)...inspired by his poem 'A Quest, Maniacal'...Thank you Gregory for your insight...
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Aug.20.2018
A Reversible Poem
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Placed 6'th
Beating the Odds
Life’s breath contained in heaving chest
slow breaking wave in angry crest
rushing toward the rock strewn shore
ragged rocks that ripped and tore
released the pain of rueful shriek
warning call to those who seek.
Never knowing what is real
what to think - or feel
never knowing how to free
desires held inside of me
dreams denied a resting place.
Living on the edge
of unopened window ledge
peering through opaque distortions
at life’s bizarre contortions.
Betting on ideas
better left unspoken
lies promises, unbroken
the odds
stacked against
Life.
submitted to the “I Do Not Know Poetry Form Contest”
sponsor – Andrea Dietrich
10/13/2014
feral lotus focus
ferocious locus
hocus pocus proportions
bogus contortions
notions that are hopeless
clueless and helpless caution
careful not to touch my foolish Johnson
useless toothless rush of jarring jargon
ill gotten fruit rotten loot bargains
a fierce farce thrilling scar gardens
watered by the crying moon's nightly opus
meaty power ball bonus
eat on the hour in small doses
are you enjoying
the coldness of the soulless
the boldness of the boneless
fried chicken
rhymes fresh out the prison kitchen
master plans schemes to elude the system
hidden lyrical lemon lime missions
building beautiful babbling creations
my cruse
my sickness with no nurse
my fascination of profound
powerful philosophical verbalization
who dare demands demonstration
a little literary illuminating illustrations
painting marvelous monstrous
conscious concentrations
fainting over lust bitter kiss
patience to con a sin to fruition
too late the apple has been bitten
When King David was old they covered him in clothes, but he got no heat,
So they sought for him a pretty girl who was innocent and sweet.
Let her stand before you lord and in your bosom nestle,
We think that it might warm you up if you should start to wrestle.
So they tacked up signs all through the land and put an ad in the paper,
“Wanted one beautiful girl to sleep with the king;” it really was a caper.
One day Abishag the Shunammite came to interview for the position,
They could see that she was qualified there was no need for an inquisition.
For Abishag was a beauty rare with charms displayed in generous proportions,
And was so flexible that she could warm a king with several notable contortions.
There was a time in King David’s life when this would run into trouble deep,
But he was now way too old and he just wanted to get some sleep.
What if this would have remained the accepted way to beat the winter chills,
I can tell you one thing for sure; no one would have invented sleeping pills.
And even though it’s in the Bible it won’t ever be a part of my life,
I don’t think that I’d be able to talk fast enough to ever convince my wife.
The First Book of Kings - Chapter 1
1:1Now king David was old and stricken in years; and they covered him with clothes, but he got no heat. 1:2Therefore his servants said to him, Let there be sought for my lord the king a young virgin: and let her stand before the king, and cherish him; and let her lie in your bosom, that my lord the king may keep warm. 1:3So they sought for a beautiful young lady throughout all the borders of Israel, and found Abishag the Shunammite, and brought her to the king. 1:4The young lady was very beautiful; and she cherished the king, and ministered to him; but the king didn't know her intimately.
Sans
still life
or landscape
to distract my
eye-
will abstract
contortions
exercise or
lie ?
Mingling showcase crowds gathering amid the contemporary chambers
Within this the modern day museum of the poisoned pilloried minds....
Subjugation piercing the thresholds beneath conscious perceptions views!?
Gazing as deeper into the contortions abstract of framework they go
Entranced assimilations aside artful disassociations; brushed with black
And blues colours and hews, of acrylic paintings hung upon the galleries
Mesmerizing, paradoxic walls growing collection in....
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....Extramurals multiple personality disorders?!
Fluffy full or fine, my kitty-cat babies are fur lush soft
Ever kept styled with cutely rude contortions for sandpaper
Licks that make fur perfection which my cats often wish to
Include me with tongue tickle love giving me giggles ~
Nudged cat kisses are delivered as head butts to
Express their unconditional love that seeps my heart
Saturated with gratitude for my precious cat's sweet love.
Contortions beloved china doll ballets; fallacies repertoire?!
Sublime, embarking upon another vigilant mnemonic journey
As ever searching these sinuous theatres jigzaw corridores to well find
A maxims inverted souvenir....
Effusions waterfall of wisdom to contest this mortuaries enigma!?
Discernful images incised within black marble stones strewn amid
The roguery of this grayish night; rustic, crossing the cold damp earth
With its wilted flowers unto the mausoleums preemptive seminal door....
Twilights prophet speaking now in summations scarlet rhymes?!
To wrest the breath from abymals reaching grasp that it may surely die; dissolve
Into a thousand broken pieces to be crushed aneath, vice versas impasse ~
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....“Figurines, Figments & Fragmentation” *
Nebulous Streams, Clouding My Brain
Sleeping death through timeless space
Nocturnal Nebulae that will displace
Misanthropic minds of clustered clouds
Bipolar builders of sacred shrouds
Elucidative echoes of enchanted eyes
Decussate delusions that shall arise
Carnal contortions camouflaging spheres
Deleterious dust expanding light years.
Dec.15.2016
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