Best Detonate Poems
Her heartbeat echoes like a love moan in my mind,
summoning centuries of refined romanticism soulfully enshrined,
the contralto of her voice a fillatio upon the cock of my consciousness,
through her eyes I see that mystery is the Mistress of meaning beyond regress,
my manly mouth serenades & suckles the rosy pussy of her prophecy, homage cunnilingus,
revelations irresistible in their heretical invigorations excite our imaginations
as we fornicate a ferocious forsooth soothsaying love's reincarnations,
a vignette of virility forthcoming from fate's far side fortifications
presents a primal promise in paranormal inceptions,
Premonitions primitive in heart heat paint
streak the skin of our desire to design an indigenous heaven,
flesh tones warm fast and feral revealing a vitality of spirituality that tongues detonate,
the Universe blooms into a Multiverse as she spreads her spell of star spice scintillation
onto my ripened body rendering her rites fertile in rich freight,
within the brain's wildfire I feel her unction,
Becoming the shaman of our secret skin ceremony
I invoke the spirit of solar youth into veinage voracious for passion's patronage,
sanctifying the unifying lust between the bodily and ghostly unlicensed liberty,
shadow temple of temptation gives offering of blood and song from astral page,
death dream extremes fire hot ejaculation of divine vindication into cosmogony
as she and I have won our now with a win over age,
My Love Muse is more than a woman
she is a savage seduction and a sacred sweetness,
a Goddess of her own Cause...a lover known as Poetess,
her name changes from lifetime to lifetime, yet she is always beauty shown -
J.A.B.
I wake each morning with the ghost of yesterday,
Its cold breath on my neck,
Its weight on my chest.
The dawn feels like a mockery,
Another day to relive what I couldn’t forget.
I love you—
Not the way poets write about love,
But in the way a drowning man loves air.
I’ve worshipped the ground you walk on,
Held your every word like scripture,
But somewhere along the way,
Your love became a prison,
And I can’t find the key.
You say I’ve wronged you,
That I always do.
But your wounds are never alone—
You craft them from things I don’t remember,
Moments twisted by time and guilt,
Moments I can’t defend myself against.
You detonate the past like a bomb,
And I’m left picking through the rubble,
Wondering how I became the villain in this story.
You say, "No one listens to me."
But I hear you.
I hear you even in the silence,
Even when your words are knives,
Even when they cut deep and leave me wondering
If I’m bleeding, or if I’m already bled dry.
You call my darkness a choice,
As if I could simply cast it off—
Like an old coat, like a bad dream.
But this shadow is stitched to my skin,
It clings to my bones,
It is me.
And yet, I am always there for you,
Always the shore to your storm,
Always the hand that lifts you when you fall.
But in the stillness of my own pain,
I stand alone.
I have been your mirror, your reflection,
But now I am fading,
A ghost in your life,
A shadow of the man I once was.
My world spins around your needs,
My days are measured by your happiness,
And I’m lost somewhere in the cracks,
Between your joy and my silence.
I love you—
I do,
But I need to be heard.
I need to be seen,
Not as a villain,
Not as your salvation,
But as a man—
Flawed, broken, and aching to be whole.
But you never listen.
Not really.
You only hear the echoes that suit you,
The words that bend to your will.
And I am left here,
In the quiet aftermath,
Haunted by all the things I’ll never say.
It resembles the London Underground inside my messed up mind
With a network of confusion
And Tracks that twist and Wind
Tunnels full of darkness
stations now disused
I don’t know where I’m coming from or where I’m going to
terrorists detonate their bombs of devastating hate
My trains delayed
signals are down
and now again I’m late
The Homeless have all given up
Theres Drunks full up with booze
Lost souls decide to take that step
What have they got to loose?
The Pigeons flap
leaves on track
Tourist’s are trying to navigate maps
Feel the wind as the train pulls in
Reluctant for my trip to begin
Carriage is crowded, we’re packed like sardines
Music is blaring from head phones of teens
There’s too many sights, there’s too many sounds
There’s really no room now
commuters wear frowns
I want to get off
I can’t take anymore
I’m searching for the emergency door
But it’s moving too fast as the world wizzes by
Holding my breath as I try not to cry
Feelings Of Turmoil inside my brain
A maze of disorder
I’m clearly insane
I long to escape from this madness and fear
The tannoy comes on
my station is near
I pick up my pills from the box by my bed
Swallow two whole and I lay down my head
When Will this torture ever cease?
My breathing slows down
And I’m feeling at ease
I slowly drift back now into calm
floating free until my alarm
"Consistency"
by: Eric L. Boddie
Contemplate, debate hate
Rate state magistrates
Mate great fates
Wait....date late
Deflate straight weight
Emancipate inmate traits
Dissipate irate gates
Indicate! Investigate! Litigate!
Incarcerate? Degradate? Incinerate?
Rejuvenate! Captivate! Demonstrate!
Innovate! Motivate! Fascinate!
Anticipate! Dedicate! Articulate!
Communicate....congratulate....exonerate
Infiltrate....penetrate....interrogate
Implicate! Detonate! Annihilate!
Separate? Segregate? Disintegrate!
In less than a year, hundreds of poems have poured out of me.
I thought I'd drown in my tears, but I began to swim in poetry.
When the ink touches the pad I'm so glad to feel the spiritual release.
I address the worry and stress which brings me emotional peace.
As the couplets formulate, I escape into a world that is all mine.
Like a bomb ready to detonate, I try and be an explosive Poetic Einstein!
My mind explores, opening unknown doors, which other's may find very bizarre.
Self-confessed, a poet possessed, and from the Heaven's came a fallen star.
A dent in the earth, A poet rebirth, and the speed of my pen will only increase.
So the poetry in me, emerges from obscurity, demanding my spiritual release!
*Written for Constance contest "What is my theme"
My theme is "Spiritual Strength" (which is in my poetry)
Who hasn’t heard of the notion
The secret recipe for love potion
Can detonate a frenzied explosion
While stirring carnal emotion
Wild winds setting in motion
The sails ablaze on blue ocean
Stars above burn in devotion
Igniting the spark of implosion
Catapulting a heart in commotion
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Poet of Perkiomen Valley
discovered aforementioned titled poem
about thirty months ago he wrote
impossible mission critters to smote
chronic issue yours truly does note
years later meaning today
April 19th, 2022
necessitated we allow, enable
and provide welcome to exterminator
actually management did hote
(obsolete) To command; to enjoin
hazard upon body, mind and spirit,
thus ridding apartment b44
visited by said swarming insects,
his expertise sought to mitigate
courtesy applying insecticide.
Insects created dark shadows
analogous brought outer limits
of twilight zone
resembling edge of night
in truth our one bedroom apartment
at that earlier date
affected, encroached, and outsmarted
by massive infestation of
Drosophila melanogaster light
weight winged worst
pests to eradicate
(scientific name regarding
winged flitting nuisance ignite
mentioned in title) besieged,
inundated, and thickly swarm.
dost primp and pretty
fie themselves (to
attract a witty
mate) during their
40 to 50 days city,
or suburban life
cycle long enough
to qualify for this
quickly written ditty
seemingly overnight
a bajillion biz zee
buzzing adults (each
about 1/8 inch long see
their world wide web,
thru at least one
unusual red eye,
which compound eye
of the fruit fly
contains 760 unit
eyes or ommatidia, well nigh
hapt tubby one of the most
advanced among insects,
where Google search
for home remedies aye
didst find to exterminate
these teeny weeny pests,
plus informational pursuit my
instantaneous curiosity yielded
above mentioned
esoteric tidbits,
sans accidentally disc
covered helpful good riddance
material of household ingredients
restraining me to breathe sigh
of dollop, and hope to try
one or more solutions,
which informed
this amateur entomologist -
listed forthright as:
1. Create a trap by mixing
apple cider vinegar
with a few drops of dish soap.
2. Another homemade trap is to
pour leftover red wine into a jar.
3. Mash up banana slices in a jar, and
cover top with a plastic wrap.
4. Pour bleach solution
into bathroom sink.
5. Detonate atomic explosives
as a last resort.
it’s not often
he let the stress
get to him
anger swell
within
invasive
infectious
festering
no end in sight
his mind
detonate explode
scatter
it’s not often
but today was different
just can’t deal
he let it get to him
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
They've tossed their souls away
again
harlots for a vote
they've fingered the race card
the rapist card
the Russian card
the Ukraine card
now they're playing mahjong
with a virus.
Muzzling our freedoms and rights
placing plastic tiles in our minds
when this latest fallacy fails
they'll boomerang (black)
to the race card again.
They're locking {we the people away}
giving early release to protect rapist
and assorted other derelicts... from the flu!
Do they think a tsunami of convicts
will keep six feet away from our
daughters
mothers
grandmothers.
My father used to sweat the flu out
I remember him saying
"get me another blanket"
we'd stack them three or four high,
The fever would break
he'd be back to work the next day.
only to inhale benzene rings
to keep us in meat and greens...
They don't make them like that anymore
This will be a baton head splitting summer
oppression will detonate
spill freedoms' soul onto the avenues
fringe factions will clash..
Come November
just remember who locked you up
released the filth of society onto our streets
remember who pointed fingers-fell asleep
while withholding your money
to gain political traction
trashing the economy
running helter skelter over livelihoods
come November-shout out people!
remember how your local gvt. couldn't find
illegal alien felons to deport them
but suddenly found them long enough
to give them your Wuhan money -your bread and honey
come November vote their globalist behinds out of office
and into their
plush-slush funded gated community
WATERFALLS, RIVERS AND DROUGHT
The frenzied forces of cold, icy streams
detonate explosively on the rocks below.
Their rapid currents wreak havoc
on logjams caught in crevasses beneath
the mist and rainbowed spray.
We blink in awe to see this
spectacular remonstration
of pretentious power abruptly
become whirling vortexes
of descending splash downs.
But then, almost as quickly, this despoiler settles
and begins to accumulate in multitudes
of rippling bubbles and froth
immediately bleeding onto the embankment
promptly losing much of its potential goodness
swooshed as sucking sounds
into the wild soils of the firmament.
What survives roams free and for awhile
flows in any direction, with no beginning, no end
as the river turns into riverlets
Eddying on without any selected steering.
The rains that used to drip down from the mountain top
cry to see the diversions of the most glorious river
dissipate and dry up knowing that the drought
which has appeared can not adequately supply
sustenance to a parched soil.
For that sunbaked soil to be reclaimed
the river must continue to extend its reach
and water the seeds of new growth.
and use its silt to fertilize the new life
that waits anticipating its turn
in creation's timetable.
CAK 6-04-2012 Revised 6-18-2013
. ( Cloud 10 )
{ Collaboration with } *NATHAN DILTS*
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Nathan Dilts :-)
My babe, My Auspice, I want to give you this
Its my heart on a string attached to a ring
Wear it around your heart with a hug and a kiss
So you can always feel it beating for you, my everything
Hold it close and tight on those lonely nights
When you can not be together with me
Let its beating set you on cloud ten near the light
So love, beauty, and comfort is all you see
My love, let us intertwine our fates and let them resonate
With a perpetual system that glows and glistens
A spark of friendship destined by the stars to detonate
My love, let our hearts sing while the heavens listen
The perfect expression of a perfect emotion
Nurtured and tended with affection unended
You are my moon and I am your ocean
Let our love ride cloud ten and become transcended
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Poet Destroyer :-)
My love, My Sweet, you’re my love and irresistible desire
With an endless vow I will cherish your heart
My heart for you is like a ball of fire
I place this ring by my heart with the promise to never part
Your heart beat makes this love complete
To give me such a gift one can’t live without
Side by side I view the light on cloud ten with you my sweet
With your heart comes comfort and security and the beauty of no doubt
My Sweet you spin my heart around
Like a kaleidoscope we will view every color we can think of
You lift my mind like a butterfly that floats off the ground
Our friendship connected our fate into promises of the best love
The gravity between me and you gives rhythm to our hearts
Our emotions will participate like a clock time and time again
You are the sun giving light to my ground creating the perfect art
Our energy will ride the wind and take us both on cloud ten
. ( Cloud 10 )
{ Collaboration with } *NATHAN DILTS*
You are one of the reasons
Why they inflate their quote
If you had seized the seasons
Good men could have had your vote
You are one of the reasons
Why our sweet land has gone sour in waste
Here is one of your multiple treasons
You aid corruption just to suit your taste
You are one of the reasons we wedge weighty wrath
Bombs daily detonate like fickle fireworks far north
You decided to do nothing but shut your mouth
So they took our weary sail south
You are one of the reasons the land is inflicted with rape
Overflowing in abundance yet you mong like a greedy ape
Alas our land is grey and old but not due
And it hurts me to know that I am also you.
Wrong place wrong time
big crowd in the market square
demonstrators milling
heavy atmosphere
tourists exit coach
I kind of see a flash
feel a thud
am covered in
the blood of a child
suicide bomber
mixed with flesh and blood
of fifty others
as I stumble to my feet
and much later
I wonder what must the
suicide bomber feel
when they detonate
the explosion tears
them apart so fast
yet in that instant
when your body mass explodes
you must feel just
some of that
utter violence.
Ayo, Once upon a time...
Their was a young brave renegade
That would love someone solely than detonate
Than pick up the pieces and try to renovate
Just so he can runaway, and escape just to celebrate
He'd instigate and penetrate in almost anyway
He had no friends, cause they'd die, and souls would levitate
Always showed more love than hate, because he was his own medicaid
Only musically meditated, not truly educated but solely dedicated
To leave this world devastated, and "awe" within his presence
Cause I'll verbally murder peasants and it's not so pleasant
When this is their death sentence, Leaving them jealous
When they go to hell, and I'm attending the heavens
But the thoughts of you snap me right back
To the love and adolescence trapped behind a time gap
It's like I took a nap to relax and pass these lonely facts
But I got passed it, and regained my own passion
Passing by my own patronized actions
Probably now just pacifying and laughing trying to imagine
Why I was so maddened, I'm like a wolf blowing down pigs cabins
I'm the captain shooting lyrical cannons trying to capture the captive
The caption to the story is "Aladdin's reconnection with his Jasmine"
But it's forever lost, cause life it's not magic
It's just a tragic damaged planet filled with only havoc
Happiness is riddled upon his own sadness
Please move on to section 2!
Fanatical Clerics feed religious fervour,
by rousing fanatics to kill - as an observer
can see almost daily on the TV today.
No thought given to victims, who they
regard as inconsequential in their quest
to become martyrs. When obsessed
by unscrupulous bigots who radicalise
these zealots with promises that hypnotise
and inflames them with a burning passion,
and incites them to commit deeds in a fashion
that all rational thinking men fear! Felo-de-se
is regarded as a badge of honour, and we see
callow youths seeking vainglory recognition,
joining the forces of evil! Without contrition
they engage in the casual slaughter of innocents!
To enact obscene atrocities they don garments
that conceal explosives, then infiltrate a throng,
to detonate their device, as their swan song!
By targetting busy locales in many cities,
they exact great loss of life, with such atrocities,
indiscriminately killing adults and children alike,
they leave survivors to grieve. Isis terrorists strike
at the core of democracy, hoping to promote strife
amongst ethnic groups, showing no sanctity for life:
not even their own! Such hated villains are despised!
These forces of evil, must even leave Satan surprised.
Rhymer. August 4th, 2016.
Felo-de-se - suicide