Best Dangerous Poems
Perilous is the journey, sordid is the quest, flashing flirtatious desire,
Treacherous is gaudy aspiration, playing with torrid flames of fire;
No matter how thrilling, how visceral may feel this insidious chase,
Neither it is a road to endearment, nor is it a destination of grace.
Provocative is charming croon, simulating sound of love’s acclaim,
Exhilarating is ephemeral attraction, missives seductive inflame;
Audaciously feigning love, squalid is the phony paramour of shame,
Teasing emotions in tawdry games~ ignoble is his heartless name.
Allures of the dangerous dalliance, dazzle donning a seamy stance,
Hosting rendezvous immoral ~ an illicit dance of lurid romance;
Transient are escapades of infatuation, never meant to forever last,
Buried are their broken-hearts, in cemeteries of jilted forlorn past.
In interludes of life and time, wrinkles weary warn of receding age,
As lascivious phase, in book of life, begins to turn a fading page;
Revealing to glamor and courtship: the aura of beauty is long gone,
And nightmares of regrets have since robbed, avid dreams of dawn.
Obsession of lust wasn’t love~ admonish the sad memories of yore,
Promiscuity of casual encounters, pathos of remorse now abhor;
Wondering if it’s too late to long, for lasting bond of kindred hearts,
Before empathy of love departs, before the warmth of passion parts.
This Aphrodite rose
slowly unfurls
pink ombre balms
of sun-kissed
springfalls,
as the luminous
lake of tears
cascade in
exotic wreaths
of honey-soaked
velvety sepals,
there succulent seeds
of zestful dawns adorned
our silken sheets
across luscious meadows
sprinkled with
glistening cosmic dust.
Yet neon streaks
of longing unveiled;
romanticized rainbows
engrossed within
fire opal clouds,
awaiting to drizzle
pleasing odes,
amalgamated with
drops of opium
meant to reveal
skeletons and secrets,
sculptured as
sultry souvenirs
of seasonal streams.
But ripples of reminiscences
reflect how
you and I
weathered howling winds
through unseelie storms
of oppressed lovers,
gliding in sync
to the echoes
of midnight screams,
rising from
sumptuous seas.
So, tonight, as curtains
fall in
hues of dusky dews,
cover me in sunrise
when the bleeding heart,
of blue-laced estuaries,
rhymes with
sangria vesper time,
where tomorrow’s
ocean ferries
purge prose
that never denies.
Let fervent
pearls pulverize
my colossal tarp
as the morning glows;
I ponder,
do mourning petals show,
the folly of
moonlit melancholy?
For you’ve devoured
the alluring depths
of campfire stories,
burning
untouched edges
within our twin souls,
whilst
cosmos
trembled
and sighed
in poetic ecstasy ~
we seized our
unsung melody…
For this
remains
as an
untold version
of our
dangerous glory~
etched on cupid’s
amethyst arrow.
Aching with desire
my thoughts are filled with you
thoughts I should not dare to think
for fear they will destroy me.
Just a thought of you and I am seized
by feelings that shatter me
and thrill me
burning my flesh as they rush through me
leaving me thirsting in their wake
thirst only to be quenched
with the knowledge of you
thoughts that twist and taunt me
until I am at the brink
trembling to my very core
intoxicated by this sweet torture
my body silently crying out for yours
begging for release
relief
begging you to come to me
and let me wrap myself around you
and lose myself to you
as you lose yourself in me.
Nothing else can untangle me
nothing less will satisfy this aching need
as I am lost to thoughts
so dangerous
so delicious.
written 2005
Behind a veil of darkness,
twinkling lights, confetti Night.
And yet, these constellations,
are an unfamiliar sight.
I miss home the most at Dusk:
when memories feel so real.
And I am free to write you,
and share everything I feel.
It's said God loved desert sands,
and His love lingers there still.
But, just thinking about God
feels weird: when sent here to kill.
I got letters from strangers:
saying they were proud of me.
And yet, despite what they write:
my conscience won't let me be.
I would love to talk to you
instead of scribbling down lines.
But it's dangerous to dream,
amongst the bullets and mines.
When stationed in a war zone,
it's unwise to let thoughts roam.
And on sighting a shooting star,
I make a wish: to go home.
You wanted someone strong; you wanted someone who wouldn’t crack. You thought you were making me tough by breaking me down. You told yourself it was the only way, because I wasn’t the boy you wanted.
No
I was a girl, your first born. I was delicate, young, and very impressionable. I grew numb to the pain I became accustom to.
You succeeded. You made me into someone the world couldn’t shatter, because you can’t break something that’s already in pieces.
Her rainbow eyes
His own demise.
Home is where the radio is
Paradise is where I am
I miss his cigarettes...His mess
He said "I am smoking the last one"
I'm going to make him crazy
Rage, rage, rage
Rage, fury, rage
Nobody will be able to hurt me again
I will defeat pain with rage, my love
He cheated on me
He humiliated me
I am lost, baby, I am lost
But then with one kiss
I'd forgive him everything
He left me without a word
But he had forgotten his gun
I thought "Do i have to shoot myself? Or him?"
But then I found myself in front of a mirror
And then I started to brush my hair like this...
Stroke, stroke... My curls melted away
And then I thought "Why I have to reach exactly 100?"
Because in the hundredth stroke...
My hair was back to being straight
I looked again
He had no power over me
Baby, I have changed
I'm not that little girl anymore
I was a different person
A pyromaniac named Jack,
Who hailed from the town of Hackensack,
Decided one day,
with matches he’d play
He’s a mummy now, flat on his back!
riding rivulets down
insane power of drain
mist erupts, exclamation crashes
the edge of humanity
at the rainbow’s end
the beauty screams:
c’mon in
pins and needles
from the parietal lobe
to the sole
the droplets
run and dive
right in, exploding in laughter
and delight
man is afraid
rightfully so
afraid to decompose
composure
is at wit’s end
we slip, we slide
in our mind
feel the sinking sand
on the brink
of a dream; a nightmare
fully awake
its wake divides the truth from lies
do we exist
take a kiss from the cliff
the teacher’s ruler:
Go on now…
What student doesn’t know better
unless you see other fish
flying overboard
peer pressure stops at heightened levels
except on slow boil
then
the facts become even more exact
as you meet
the boil Maker
1/7/2022
Dangerous Mind
The mind is a most dangerous thing,
Forcing memories into replay,
Endless relived moments drowning bring
Snippets in time more real than today.
Paralyzing sadness is trouble
Which the mind needs to be addressing.
Before I died inside, I really tried.
The sleepless mind toys with our heartstrings,
Always knowing our loved one can’t come back.
‘Sorry for your loss’ causes cringing,
Tearful anger and urge to attack.
Remembering makes sadness double,
Sharp edged memories, full of longings.
Why drive to survive, living isn’t alive.
The mind is also a tricky thing,
Lulling into complacency when
Life together starts out with a ring.
Daily work and play begin to blend
Into a wonderful, safe bubble
That protects against everything.
Love is giving a life worth living.
The unhappy mind prevents planning
For a future without one to love,
Alone, unsafe, fruitlessly scanning
Every crowd for my dearest dove.
Real life bursts that beautiful bubble,
And now frightened by everything.
Looked everywhere on Earth for her.
The mind needs a sense of belonging,
Not at all happy being alone. Minds together sing dreams that take wing,
Unsatisfied by just talk on phone.
The mind stings by the urge to cuddle
That knick-knacks and holidays still bring.
Be kind to the mind by living to love.
July 27, 2019
Caught up in the feeling,
Caught up in the vibe.
So anxious of revealing,
My in and outside.
Caught up in this persuasion,
Caught up in my mind.
I couldn't help my infatuation,
I just wish I could rewind.
It felt like good timing,
All I wanted was a kiss.
This started so exciting,
And ended so dangerous.
I couldn't say no,
But I didn't say yes.
I couldn't stop the flow,
Of us getting undressed.
I knew what I was thinking,
But I didn't have a clue.
We smoked and then we were drinking,
What else was I suppose to do.
Things happened so fast,
I couldn't make a decision.
I can't put this to my past,
In my mind, It's still my vision.
I didn't want to be,
So mean and rejective.
He had this control over me,
He seemed so collective.
That kiss was so slow,
But quickly brong so much danger.
He I no longer,
He to me is now a stranger.
Caught up in his possession,
Caught up in his twist.
My body was his obsession,
And mine was that dangerous kiss.
Written: September 26, 2023
Pick-A-Title, Vol 39 Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
“However authentic the feelings of love, the dalliance was only ever meant to be a beautiful fiction” - Esther Perel.
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Dot dabbles during dangerous dalliance
As souls are enticed by seductive affiance.
A narrative about forbidden temptation.
Shine smolders sway—a sensuous sensation.
A cynosure silver shimmer under the moon.
Flickers of fantastical fantasy foster flow foon.
Two spirits intertwined in a pointless game.
They are fettered by—an overwhelming tame
A vortex of enthusiasm is sparked at first sight.
They can't defy the diaphanous magnetic excite.
Akin to how moths are lured to a perilous flame.
Prance frolicking on the cusp of a lethal game.
Dalliance, desire, ecstasy, and temptation.
For flirtation as feuds on frame of foundation.
Consider consequences and clashes with zeal.
And yet—the flames are often fanned by feel
In the gloominess, they sneak a sparkling touch.
Nimble hearts are trapped in a harmful slouch.
Bootlegged, beleaguered blaze both breaths.
As they succumb to love's intoxicating depth.
Demure whispers of wariness swirl in the air.
But elixir zeal evolves with each stolen stare.
They cognize the danger—the risk they convey,
Yet they cannot resist the love they display.
Emollient hearts hid, akin to vines in the night.
Igniting an afire that smolders ever so bright
Their bodies entwined—they pranced in the gloom.
Strayed sprightliness that swaddles to assume
Realizing sequels and the agony they trigger
But they cannot outlast this forbidden rigor.
They breathe on the edge—with hearts ablaze.
In a world where forbidden temptation plays
But time is a lousy tutor—it can't be denied.
And soon their dalliance will no longer hide.
The world will decry their ephemeral affair.
And their felicity will be furtive, beyond repair.
You came in like a sweet tasty tornado..
Spun my head around where I didn't know
where to go..
The path of destruction was paved with
lust and misplaced feelings..
Two wrongs only made another wrong which
led to months of healing..
The funnel cloud came in so fast but I know
I kept it spinning..
I was tossed aside left hurt and broken, but had
a smile that was still grinning..
Next time I know to check the forecast and maybe
stay inside..
To spin that way again may not be such a pleasant
ride...
I walk the path of Human Secrecy
I belong in no Shelf
I put no labels to Myself
Hopeless of Heaven
Fearless of Hell
Unraveled my mind
Evoking turmoil in my Soul
In the mystery of my own Disguise
A stranger to my own Thoughts
Cradled with a Heartless Rive
That sees no boundaries
The emancipation of my mind
Subversive at its extreme
An agile Intricacy
The darkest part of my Soul
Where despotism forbids Denunciation
I've a mind of the highest Distinction
That holds me by the hand
Silently Saying
Look, Listen and Learn
I seek to understand
Rather than be understood
When God himself is in the Rough
It's time to summon Satan's Hell..
just missed that
jagged
sidewalk
crack
earthquake caused it
Bobby said
A jetting eye
caught the rocker coasting
to and fro
on a sad white porch
March 1968
They said you were crazy
and to steer clear
but I gave you an apple
producing a smile
a laugh
and the freedom to just be
We Kelly'd around a lamp post
losing track of time
in the warm twilight
of childhood
and life
then you shared with me a secret
a tree, knot, hole
that held a mother load
of silver
foil
and we were richer than rich
till my dinner bell rang
while your hidden voices sang
in March 1968