Best Delectation Poems
Her lust for you is fierce.
She spreads it out before you
as if it were a lavish bridegroom’s dinner
of caviar, oysters and shrimp;
spears of warmed asparagus and
artichokes stripped of leaves to dip in luscious butter;
truffles too with fragrant muskiness;
all foods of succulence - inciting appetite.
Her tender lips are moist - champagne to further whet desire.
Entreating you to take your fill, she whispers in your ear,
“Partake of me, my love. Take more and more.”
As you imbibe her and consume her,
your feeding frenzy peaks
when she offers from her fingers- sweetest fruit:
honeyed figs with cream, peaches, plums, and kumquats;
and one red well-ripened berry.
Utterly sated,
drunk from delectation;
motionless, you lie upon your bed.
And when your eyes move rapidly
beneath their heavy lids,
she slides her body carefully off yours,
slips back into her gossamer gown,
hastens on tiptoes to the door; turn the knob;
and without looking back,
steps into the blackness of the night.
You'll waken and want to feast again
but find that she has parted.
(to banquets such as hers,
one rarely is invited more than once).
And so you'll live and love,
knowing that you can never resume -
a coupling so completely gratifying.
Your passion was consumed in
your consuming of this goddess
who takes from men again. . . and again
But the nourishment that she requires
must always be fresh,
and that is what
eternally
sustains her.
A Revised Oldie for the Heart of Seduction Poetry Contest of Justin Bordner
Memory Quilt “ For Auction contest “
Welcome all to today’s prestige event
Let us start the day ladies and gentlefolk
We have this wonderful memory quilt
For your deliberation and delectation today
It was made by two elderly spinster sisters
When they decided to do this quilt they decided a pattern
And they thought they would use pieces from dresses
The one they wore in their younger years
There are pieces from a day dresses, morning, and evening
Each one holding a special memory for them both
As they had worn them to many events when young
Each section of cloth has been cut very precise and sew with loving care
A selection of shapes are involved in this,
The principle ones, lozenge and triangle shape to form the main squares
This then makes up the size large enough to be used on the bed
They embellished it with heart and circles and lovely flowers
These being the decorations from the dresses themselves
This work took the sister six years to lovingly to complete
And it is all hand stitched onto a pale blue linen cloth to hold it complete
This wonderful piece comes with a description of each dress
Also on which occasion it was worn by either of them
It became an item beyond price to them when it was finished
I hope ladies and gentlemen that this will give some idea
Of the memories, work and heart ache involved
In the making of this superb memory quilt
I know that this quilt will reach a very high price today
Myself I would place a bid of fifteen thousand
But it will not be enough I fear
I can die happy, with a great big grin
Knowing that I’m going to submit to this sin
It’s salacious, it’s scandalous - I’m in a tailspin
Chocolate Mousse Cake
Give it up, give in - Dig in!
Each delectable forkful
An endorphin rush
Serotonin gush
My heart races, my cheeks flush
A decadent delectation
A sweeter than sweet sensation
I succumb to the temptation
A morsel of mousse
So silky, so dreamy
Rich, moist cake
So milky, so creamy
Dark and mysterious
I’m giddy - delirious
My oh so perfect lover
This relationship is serious
I fall into your sensual embrace
And lick the plate clean, there is no trace
My mantra is “Mmmmmm”
So I freely partake
Never get enough
Of this divine stuff
My slice of heaven
Chocolate Mousse Cake
For Linda-Marie's "Dreamy Dessert" Contest
My name is Aphrodite and
my offering to man
is fierce love.
I spread it out before you
like a lavish bridegroom’s dinner
with foods named aphrodisiacs rightly after me!
Caviar, oysters and shrimp;
spears of warmed asparagus and
artichokes stripped of leaves to dip in luscious butter;
truffles too with fragrant muskiness;
all foods of succulence - to stimulate your appetite.
My tender lips are moist - champagne to further whet desire.
You drink me in. . .
Entreating you to take your fill, I whisper in your ear,
“Partake of me, my love. Take more and more.”
When your feeding frenzy
is at its peak -
that’s when I offer you - dripping from my fingers - sweetest fruit:
honeyed figs with cream, peaches, plums, and kumquats;
and last: one red well-ripened berry.
Utterly sated,
drunk from delectation;
motionless, you lie there on your bed.
And when your eyes move rapidly
beneath their heavy lids,
I slide my body carefully off yours,
slip back into my gossamer-thread gown,
then tiptoe to the door; turn the knob;
and without looking back,
step into night.
You waken and want to feast again
but find that I have parted.
(to banquets such as mine, one rarely
is invited more than once).
And so you live and love,
knowing that you can’t resume -
ever in your life again -
a coupling so completely gratifying.
Your passion was consumed in
your consuming of this goddess!
I take from men again . . .again. . .
and then again.
But the nourishment that I require
always must be fresh,
and that is what
eternally
sustains me.
For Deb's Contest: category Unreal
Monet
Brush strokes of elegant refinement
within eloquent sighs of awed inspiration
fluid scenery grasping Nirvana's refulgence
emotions painted vividly seasoned
music ringing from canvas's power
clinging to old master's sway
essence dipped of cultured omnipotence,
technique as enticed strumming violin strings
oyster'd pearls secrets of holy waters
in timely charms surrendered relevance
reevaluating a lost art's composition,
indistinguishable as snowflakes
in swirling paths of poignant distinction
relentless reflections ravish the eye
simply understated in complex polish
artfully dressed in sweet indulgences
delectation for the heart's yielding,
anointed of fire as elusive sands of time
like poetry misting off a gossamer pond
whilst wildflowers bloom amidst flair's allure
illusions that permeate spirit's indulgences
perception's pondered in provoked persuasions
amidst spells of splendiferous pièce de résistance,
concepts of genius's hand worked achievements
imploring deliverance of pondered breaths
exhaling hued aspiration's destined treasures
perfected jewels in classic showpieces' distinction
Monet's artistic pulchritude engraved for posterity
She has a pair of subtle eyes to brood in forlorn,
the vile tale of heart rending cacophonic dissolution.
Those eyes were meek, never crude
to yearn the ties of proximity longed!
Those meek adorable eyes have endured
the absolute phases of reckless decimation:
have witnessed the brutal armageddon
of its plunderers desolation,
who have thwarted her genial expectations!
She has those mystic musing eyes
to impulse in pensive disposition,
an amiable abode of assured assertion,
to recreate the invisible affable bonding of elation;
a placid reciprocating ambience of virtuous relation:
has flair for the protection, the care, the infallible affection,
despite, those hands' propensity for imprudent desolation!
Those pair of sober eyes longed to thrive in composure and attention; in delectation,never in aversion!
Oh! what a horrific sight, with the axes in the hands,
the slayers and usurpers of its tranquil serenity
are waiting like sordid savages for her dire extinction!
Her latent moistened eyes are witnessing the march of those executioners:
are sobbing in utter horror and dismay,
cursing and shrieking quietly her non kinetic endeavours,
to conserve the sacred entity in virgin forests; pristine,
from the unscrupulous callous ventures of the predators.
She has those whimpering eyes to foresight;
to remind the dire repercussions
of dereliction of reckless deviations;
Are wailing and mourning in utter seclusion,
the ceaseless thumps of the usurpers' annihilation.
Those Pair of Latent Eyes are Nature's Eyes, neither vague, nor obscured:
silently screeching and watching,
the relentless heedless ravagers' devastations,
Not yet any restoration, despite beseeching imploration,
needless to predict, will reveal in various manifestations!
What is possible? You don’t know, my family isn’t so liberal.
Religion has matter for us, doesn’t matter woman is ever feeble.
Although God is one, we all are brother and sisters as I believe,
Whom do I felicitate? Why is forgiveness and mercy scribble?
My Caste is scurrile for me and my family lived with degrading,
Nobody delivered me delectation but I was grown up in trouble.
Pain and misprisal is a part of our life dejection enjoyed delectation,
I depart my home only to hide defame for my children’s reflectible.
You shouldn’t understand me why is appreciation pride for us?
Honesty and trust is mourned for me and love isn’t a festival.
Serious labour, we get boreD
Though the task, burdensomE
Real struggle... they oppresS
Enlivened thus, our progresS
Soon, with us they'll jubilatE
Sure now, theirs the poweR
Eventual desserts, we awaiT
Delectation upon the stresS
I Do Not Know The Secret...,
Asper Art Of Writing Acclaimed Poem...
Not purposeful intent,
when tasking self (Das Scribe)
a nondescript member of
*****sapiens village people tribe
metaphorical spear in hand ready
to unbridal strong arm as vibe
resoundingly resonates, sans
(crackles, snaps, and pops)
optimal instant to expunge bribe
bing fountainhead of creativity
oft times screed or futile diatribe
no matter smug satisfaction appeased
as mental delectation on par with eclair
for taste buds, a reward dare,
I acknowledge mine appealing talent
(undoubtedly a slightly biased opinion)
with fast break for game of Solitaire,
or sink concentration matte tear
real awaiting with bated breath
comments, feedback, input...usually fair
to middling acceptable,
though frequent occasions blare
ring liberal dollop of adulation,
warms hearty cockles of this hermit
comfortably numb in his lair
which decency, humility, modesty...
of mine to avoid trumpeting pomposity
as if yours truly snooty billionaire
keeps in check (ma mate)
cognitive firmae tubby beware
boot up pawn occasion, the errant knight
within me finds ego expanding square
lee out beyond outer limits
of the twilight zone, where
entire cerebral cranium
shatters temple mount scare
ring eureka temporarily
finding me unaware,
viz blinding, deafening, and
obliterating brainstorm spate bare
lee delivering tummy any appreciable,
pronounceable, noticeable... impact
relishing this devil may care
state of being if only...threadbare
tenuous consciousness endured
sustaining oblivious blissfulness
absentmindedness forever delivering cheer
full countenance of mine finding me
unafraid of Virginia Woolf, a bugbear,
and/or he who dons most powerful paw
he can render complex edifice
of democracy to disappear
thus...after shaking wordy playwear
an early plug to vote November 2020
due to here
about nine months and one year.
god has an infinite supply ofthis
for his delectation
an infinite mind
using creation
to suck his desires
pure evil isn.t he.
Villanelle: After-life's the centrillion*-dollar question
After-life's the centrillion-dollar question
Where do we go to make amends pay for sins
KARMA* panacea for stupefaction
Who else escalates karmic evolution
Animals insects do they dog-eat-dog sins
After-life's the centrillion-dollar question
Heaven Hell be they but religious fiction
Lame constraints games to make us fight shy of sins
KARMA panacea for stupefaction
What if we on earth live lives of extinction
Who knows who comes back for what reasons or ends
After-life's the centrillion-dollar question
Whose existence calls for justification
Can Eve be damned for causes or origins
KARMA panacea for stupefaction
Who plays with our lives for delectation
Watch how EVIL triumphs over GOOD and grins
After-life's the centrillion-dollar question
KARMA panacea for stupefaction
*centrillion : a hundred times a trillion (million times million) : 100,000,000,000,000
*KARMA: the philosophy of ethical action and thought as defined by the Bhagavad-Gita. The hindus and buddhists believe in REINCARNATION which, on one level, means that the sins we commit in our lives have to be atoned for in the next and the next, until we rid ourselves of the need to be re-born (samsara), through MOKSHA (obviously also signifying a state of being free of all sin) by re-joining the SUPREME ATMAN, the GOD-HEAD BRAHMAN, the Primal Creator. Individual karma which serves to project a global sum of spirituality is meant to influence the entire world
© T. Wignesan - Paris, 2017
Natures aromas, fragrance naturally disperse
Delightful infusions for our senses to indulge,
Fresh cut grass, delectation, beautiful Ladies purse,
Old English roses bloom with scent they divulge,
Honeysuckle, jasmine, hyacinth, excite nostrils
Inviting participants to go closer, exciting receptors
Within nasal passage, leaving memorable trails
Of pleasurable sweet life giving golden nectars,
Honey scented buddleia, joyful lilies pure, true
Gently Intoxicate, alternating mood docile to virile
On a summers evening, aroma wafting through
Sultry night air, standing on a carpet of camomile,
Essence of Lavender entwined with magnolia
Accentuate our pleasure being experienced
By fragrances, or colourfulness of begonia
Our wonderful aromatic plants can't be replaced.
You just missed it, it went past your soul, it stopped to say hello, was just a faint whisper delivered on the breeze, it was only for your delectation to consume as you please. Let me explain what you missed, a fleeting glimpse of a kiss an act to attract your attention a reaching out to tell you I love you. Heck you missed it what am I to do? How can I tell you?, how do I spell it out? How do I expose my love to your endearing soul?
Can you hear the real me inside this lost vessel, a body consumed by experience and time? Please look closer let our arms entwine, inside me is a cauldron of burning desire for you my love, let our hearts conspire to an everlasting union fuelled by the burning fire inside. Here it comes again the message I deliver sent with passion and determination, I say again I love you whispered with the intent of a powerful nation of resurgent forces acting as one.
Did you hear it ? She smiles the soft focus of a smile, her lips close in for the thrill of the lingering kiss, she said “ I didn't miss it, I heard every word, just wanted you to reinforce your feelings, over again, and when you tell me I feel more contained, hold me closer, don't let it end”. The world stands still time stops moving people pass by as if arranged on slow motion replay, the day has just turned out the best. She said “remember the faint whisper is more powerful than you think, it's everlasting, it's ours”.
Today, our cat spent some time with the vet for his prognostication.
It had been a couple of years or so since Simba's last examination.
Simba had no say in the matter due to our paucity of conversation.
As I coaxed him into his carrying cage, he howled in desperation!
The vet and staff look forward to Simba's visit with little anticipation!
He gets rather grumpy at the vets, exhibiting aggressive agitation!
Hence, for examinations he must be placed under very heavy sedation;
Only then can the veterinarian proceed to practice his vocation!
His eyes, ears, nose and throat were fine including his respiration.
There was no evidence of fleas or any problems with his urination.
The old fella has only 16 of 28 teeth due to a previous operation,
But no matter, he eats like an army mule in handling mastication!
For his arthritis the vet prescribed a bottle of medication,
And for good measure he was given a rabies inoculation.
I'm aware that "cat-scans" are used in treating the human population.
By Jove! Simba received a true "cat"-scan as a part of his observation!
I anticipated receipt of the bill for the tests with some trepidation!
To pay for all of this, need I present an arm or leg for amputation?
After all, we'd do anything for our old pal, 'tis our obligation.
We want to keep him around for nine more lives for our delectation!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
Let's wax poetic - wax on..
We’re in for it
When we enter
the insubstantial country of love
That secret theater, in an invisible mansion of moods
it’s a resort that houses its share of speechless monologues and sore disappointments, all lovers know that, but there are infinite discoveries too—secret, intimate delights and sensual confidences.
Ok, wax off.
My horoscope this morning said, “any tension you’re experiencing now is just part of the process.”
Peter (my bf), flew in last night. When we’re separated too long, remembering him, remembering us, can at times, seem like a memory exercise and I find myself wondering if I’m wasting my bikini years on a handshake deal. Then we’re reunited and bam, I’m reminded why it’s a ‘dub-u, dub’ again.
He’s a delectation—in a Christmas bauble kind of way—shiny and dangerous because I want to touch him—but not be loud or showy about it. Leeza (Lisa’s 14-year-old sister) whispered to me, when I was getting some ice, “You watch him with the too-still poise of a cat about to strike.” I smiled at the complement because I love cats.
Every once in a while I’ll pinch him, to make sure he’s real. “Oww! Stop that!
“What?!” I ask, pulling back as if innocently confused.
I got him a room at the Marriott Essex House. It’s 400 feet down W59th from Lisa’s building entrance to the front door of his hotel. I measured it off, with urgent steps—then I helped him unpack. We unpacked a lot.
Later, we joined Dave and Lisa for a Christmas light tour—Manhattan’s flexing its wow-factor for us.
I didn’t get to sit on Santas lap this year, I’m a little old for that,
but I did get what I wanted most—I’m sure I’m grinning like an idiot.
It’s not quite Christmas yet, but thanks, Santa.
Merry Christmas - Happy Hanukkah - Merry Kwanzaa - Happy Festivas!
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Songs for this:
Heat Wave by Linda Ronstadt
Same Songs by Kelly Jones
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Two days until Christmas.. how ‘bout some Christmas playlists?
www.daweb.us/xmas/
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dub-u, dub = a big win