Best Desirability Poems
Pantheress on the Prowl
She stalks her prey like a pantheress
on the prowl, confident and self-assured as
she glides into the room. She’s squeezed
into a low cut, body hugging, ruby
red satin wiggle dress, wearing silky black
stockings and patent leather stilettos, exuding unbridled
sensuality, the epitome of sexuality and desirability…
she stalks her prey like a pantheress.
Note: This poem was inspired by the Rock N’ Roll song, “"Maneater” by Hall and Oates released in 1982.
(Form – Enjambment posted as Verse – 8 lines with 7 words in each line.
The 1st line and the 8th line are the same)
12-04-2014
God requires God like servants
ones that seek His good pleasure
for God is fully all holy and true
looking for those likewise to His measure
Scripture declares God is holy
His servants must also be so
be holy as I am holy
this is required for to grow
To be holy as God demands
our desires need be spot on
having a real want to do it
to this God pulls us to be drawn
We need a true heart obedience
to believe and trust on our Lord
obeying when we feel like it
is not enough to strike God's chord
Holiness is being like unto God
in all His glorious godly perfection
not indeed possible in our nature
but in Christ we have holy connection
('Every man is as holy as he really wants to be' - A.W. Tozer)
Electromagnetic Radiation
Secretly – unbeknownst to me – you were holding out a light
of hope for me to see, to reach for, to bask in, some day.
If I had only the foresight, the insight, the wisdom to
have seen, to believe could become a reality some day.
You were / are the Angel that held the light of my essence
in the palm of Your, hand, so gentle yet strong.
I am so SORRY that I sentenced to death, to the grave,
that flame of hope – that in my stupidity had extinguished.
The Mist in Decay
Into the quagmire of, into the swampy dregs of
aloneness have I relegated my soul, my spirit –
to become trapped inside a forest of putrefying
driftwood images – lost forever the potential
for love from, or to love and have that love be desired.
Love is now left to rot, in the black arms of Hell’s
icy embrace ( forever and a day ) because of my lack
of wisdom, my lack of faith – in myself, my desirability –
in your motives, your reasons for keeping me at bay,
for continually pushing me away.
I am so SORRY Moneca, for my lack of wisdom,
for my lack of faith in any kind of future,
in were you stated you wanted to go with me,
in my blindness, my stupidity, my ineptness,
my perceived / projected insecurities.
I am SORRY that in my stupidity, I believed
that what you constantly conveyed to me
throughout our time together
- expressed verbally and in your physical reactions
to my attempts at expressing affection for you –
would not be seen through the veil of blind love .
I am SORRY that I believed in what you said to me,
what I thought was a truth, was a reality, was my fate.
I am SORRY !, I am sorry that I could not see,
would not see, did not see.
Love
Bill .
B. J. “A” 2
October 6th 2007
The Way Of Death
Only God and Lucifer,
comprehend this quiet place.
Where evil and corruption rule,
for the lack of grace.
Where night moves its shadow,
like a stealthy sprite;
and there is no thought,
of the desirability of sight.
Words, like leaves,
flow softly across the ground,
yet, never scratch the surface,
of this hardened mound.
The sun's warm rays,
will not enter this domain.
Nor shall seasons of virtue,
its habitation gain.
No light of wisdom,
with its life giving air,
can invade the solitude,
of this depressing lair.
No selfless acts,
of love and kindness here.
Deaths calmness rules,
this God forsaken sphere.
Time only brings increase,
to this lamentable condition.
The rotting corpse inside its tomb,
showing no contrition.
Lying still, without concern,
for any ray of light.
Sinking down to nothingness,
lost from heavens sight.
John 5:40 "Ye will not come to me, that ye might have life."
Rom.8:7 " The carnel mind is enmity against God...."
1 Cor.2:14 "The natural man receiveth not the things of the Spirit of God...."
A brand new car gleams with silver and unblemished paint
Never belonging to anyone else brings its own desirability
Virginal, it might be called…longed for but never driven
Lovely girl with her makeup just right
Yearned for and desired by men
She chooses you, requirement virginal
Everything about a new vehicle cries out for purchase
Little down, guaranteed and under warranty
It’s tuned to perfection
Beautiful hair, glowing skin
Smiling with perfect teeth, matching figure
Her life geared toward marriage and family
Oiled with expertise
Mirrors adjusted and radio playing
Seats smooth as leather with that new car smell
Her guaranteed…must please her man
Keep the shape, cook the meals
The feelings…mutual, emotional, and sexual
Once the car gets on the road, things may change
That first ding in the car door
The rear ender that wasn’t your fault.
Three years in…two children later
Hair shaggy and skin pimply
Smiling but with cavities shining
Leaking oil after the too close curb
Radio lost its antenna only static
Smell is now of smoke and bodies
Five years in…three children now
Lost her guaranteed warranty…new car purchased
Newer, younger, and more desirable
Trade her in…get the best deal for the money
Wives and cars…hmm
How does this equate
God is the only man in her life
Work, children, and baby sitters
How will she pay the bills?
Parked in the garage waiting, this woman
Worried, alone, and struggling, this woman
Someone else will want to sit beside this beautiful woman.
Who are you?
Who are you?
What's there beneath. .
The man the lady of glory .. the scalp of idealism ..
Re-curved from desirability.
Who are you...
Constant youth of inter optimism..
You?
Who are you?
Soul smile , a helping hand?
Someone you feel mercy for?
You ..Waking up.
Yesterday was the same .
But yet it's another day.
Whats around you.
Undoubtedly..
You are still you .
You are a stable boat on mighty river named struggle
This perennial river flows, sometimes calmly & sometimes fiercely
Dear boat, it is easy for you to maintain balance when river is flowing calmly with slight scriggles
Salute to you as you keep sailing with stability when river turns to be flowing ferociously
Brave boat, you are always on battleground named river surface
Battleground has whale shark warriors to swallow your stability
the wood on you is an iron shield that injures the warriors in each skirmish
Your unstoppable stable sail forward pushes the injured aside against their desirability
Bright boat, your white color is full of glitters
The glitters are confirming your success in each skirmish
The river is left with no one having vigor
The mighty scriggling river is now giving you path to accomplish your wish
Triumphant boat, for your wish, you have sailed through a long river
now your wish, the world of absolute is your final place of vigor
I writing to appease to my inner senses
First may the thoughts feel
Will they harbor in some emotions
From gestures created by love
A grand craftsmanship
Next may I smell the salted sea
The wafting of a blown out candle
The inner workings of roses inside my nose
Outside do I see the lighthouse
Burning just for my eyes to see
And how I see the trees growing vastly
With leaves of gold in Autumn
I taste the honey from the courageous bees
Leaving joy to my taste of sweetness
And water so tasteless, but also oh so good
However the taste of mint
From the leaves of a plant
Is so cool in the mouth
And then I can hear
The destination of the animals and the sea
Morning doves and the dolphins bring glorious sounds
A pleasure to bestow upon me
All these senses compiled together
Brings an experience like no other
Full of life with exact desirability
I feel all of these
With emotions of grandeur I write
I chronicle these events
To bring enlightenment to my soul
And for all to see
The joys of my thoughts
As through any possible day
Russell Sivey
Contest: free verse (old/new)
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7/12/2013
If Aiming For Beauty
Pretty, Is Nice
But Plain Vanity
Is A Venal-Vice
Inner Beauty: Is A Necessity
Outer Beauty: (Maybe) Superficiality
Outer Beauty: May Impress Memory
But Inner Beauty: Lasts An Eternity
Now, As A Teen
I Did Preen
Too Much Esteem
Oldest, Sister Seen …
So, As A Teen, I Was Told
Advice To Shape- Mold
Words: Worthy-Gold
Listen: Behold …
“You Are Pretty, Yes It’s True
But Just Wait A Minute or Maybe Two
All In Time and Life’s View
Will Come Someone … Prettier Than You
So, Don’t Be A Victim-in-Error
Like The Queen, due to Snow White and A Mirror
Of Course, There’ll Be Somebody Fairer
So, Don’t Be A Silly-Comparer …
… ‘Cause, The Prettiest Person
Is Ugly To Someone
And The Ugliest Person
Looks Good To Somebody, Hon …
Lovely, Is As Lovely Do …
Be A Portrait and Not Just Surface-Cute
Be A Shame, If Someone Spends Time With You
And Sees, Ain’t Nothing Else, Or Nothin’ New
‘Cause I’ve Seen People
Who Were ‘Knock-Outs’ ! …
That is, Until
They Opened Their Mouths
And Revealed Hostility
In Hearts
Made Attraction-Desirability
… Depart
See: Mean and Envy
And A Barb-Wire Tongue
And Harm and Dumb …
Starts When Young
So, Strive To Be Kind
A Gentle Heart-Smile
Clean and Sweet
And Your Own-Love-Style
… Also Godly Fear
And Inner Beauty Will Appear
Your Outer Beauty Will Be Clear …”
… My Stunning Sister, I Still Hear …
“Beauty … Is In The Eye Of The Beholder”
Especially True … As We Grow Older
(I'm Remembering Jenny ... I'm Remembering)
It all began in that building they call Leacock, in that place known as McGill.
It was there where you captured my heart, there where feelings for each other did impart.
I remember how I thought to myself, “What does she see in me?”, while you made me realize how sweet life could be, through passion and desirability.
Your skin touched mine and mine touched yours, as yearning intertwined with the unknown created intimacy, for we gave to each other that which touches the soul, is expressed by the heart, absorbed by the mind,
in a world of love, through the body’s passing in time.
Now sometimes I wish I could roll back the clock, even to those rare times when views conflicted with each other’s ways, when existence seemed simple, and desires were never old, in a world where aspirations were told, and the newness of what was, became that which one loves to behold.
But let me not dwell on the past, or for those sweet times to once again ask, for today all I want is to be in your arms and whisper, “I love you”, and have this feeling that is still in me, forever be.
If I where but a flower
I would completely overpower
Passion exploding upon slow motion
Burst forth gently, inducing satisfaction
Numbing pain, exuding pleasure, irresistible
Wafting flow, perfumed, appealing to desirability
Inexorable heavenly, stimulating senses, comforting
Hypnotic colours, psychedelic, evincing on persuasiveness
Lose yourself in me, find servility, you so want to be mastered
There is only one sweet moment, give in, indulge inequities
Explore taboo feelings, ride the storm, I’ll set you free
Allow my scent to saturate, permeate, predominate
Don’t try understand, succumb, let it happen
Relax unwind, in my redolent splendour
It cannot be sinful, for nobody cares
Nature does not judge, but gives
Never forget my essence
Have I not touched
Sheer fantasy
Pointedly
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A shadow perversion on the prowl
You catch my fascination as you sit next to me
Salacious thoughts glisten fresh in your eyes
As the sun eclipses my blood goes thin
I’m shaken by the havoc she brings
Bite down with a feverous sting
Soulmates with venomous unchaste gleam
There emotions begin to throb
It is the sound of droning love
Swarmed up in a drifting haze
A converted woman caught in a gaze
Her black lipstick stains my bliss
Stuck together like Velcro
I find joy in her ecstatic screams
The fire’s light is are blazing yearn
Her unconventional kinkiness brings me thrill
You’re a greedy hex
Your fangs are sharpened, I don’t mind the pain
Just give me what I desire
Her arts been sweetened, may I have a taste
Her desirability heightened in infernal stockings
Every day I’ll come back for more
Carpe Diem,
Literal translation of seize the day.
How can one do that,
With all this money at stake?
Economic depression,
A sustained downturn.
I have just one question.
Where is all the concern?
Greedy palm itchers,
Rival to communism.
The workforce overturned,
Jobs sent to Mexico.
All of this spurned,
On hard-working families.
The community targets,
Just one foe.
Is it the government's fault?
Where has all the money gone?
APOCALYPSE NOW.
What are they not telling us?
Money spent on useless government organizations.
Cutting school programs;
When these young minds predict our future.
All money is; A medium that can be exchanged for goods and services.
Values; Importance, desirability.
Choose between what we want and what we need.
"Unnecessary? Cowering down here in sludge and pollution..learning nothing"
APOCALYPSE NOW.
Do your part,
and I will do mine.
Kids Stuff
Children will believe anything
In talking animals
And moons made of cheese
Fairy castles
With shinning knights
And magic doors
Secret gardens
Dwarfs and Trolls
Evil kings and Evil Queens
Snow White dreams
Arabian Princesses
Warlocks and Witches
Yes children will believe in anything
Mermaids and cities beneath the sea
Great monsters
Unicorns and Dragons
Kids are so easily lied to
And led astray
The advertising of the latest craze
The fried slop burger meal
That taste so great
The necessity of cardboard box crunchy
Mass produced
Plastic child
Of Pokemon desirability
Yup kids will believe in anything
The mulching gargling abuse of an industry
Little consumer-ites
Hooked on the sweet and salty
The cartoon world
Of their resale-ability
Video games of make up
Fashion they need to be
In the general acceptance
Of peer pressure conformity
Children will believe anything
In plastic knives
And rubber weapons
In invincible soldiers
And righteous wars
The marketable idioms
Sell them violence
Convince them they have already grown
Play their games
On the fad gadget mobile phone
Little innocent targets
To blackmail parents with
Into parting with their hard earned cash
Give in
Stop the tantrums and the tears
Happy little children
See how we feed them
See what we teach them
About adults
Yup! Kids will believe anything
In star reaching swings
And daisy chains
In the realistic rattle of toy machine guns
In the great and grand promise of heaven
In a designer label
In the miniature worlds of Lilliputians
In what ever is fed to their imagination
With the chocolate goo flavored ketchup sauce
Of this crude ever pleasing entertain me culture
Yup! Children will believe anything
Amazing
What we teach them about adults
I am not too well, he felt.
The flames chased him in charred landscape.
Fighting over, he pondered about the
crime within, the surge to find a nest hole.
A wounded pride where the salmonella hits.
You enter a slot for more enticements.
Any patch of vague tragedy among the barren
desirability, shares the accident with sacrifice.
Unhappy, you reverse the mode of retrieving
against the terms of swimming alone.
Where was the death’s arc to capture
the mistakes of life ? Was an archaism
sufficient to kill the untruth ? No implant
will enhance the height of achievement.
SATISH VERMA