Best Electrifies Poems
O,
how I swoon
in the ruby bliss of your sunset kiss -
your vibrant rays of maturity arouses my fire;
touching me with urgent rapture,
saturating me
in sparkles of champagne light - then,
streaming through me in bold shafts of gold.
We embrace
in the broadening bloom of lantana skies -
our burning blend;
your western blaze
my prismatic panes
telling stories of love and pain,
bestowing rainbow-shadows
into depths of dark serenity -
our fervor cast like water-colored sprites
in far-flung illuminations
across dusky medieval arches
enlightening dim granite walls
gracing graceful curves and conscientious columns
in jewel-shades
waltzing with your solar pulse.
Our vivacious union
reflects our Renaissance romance
in mirrored mirages
dyeing the staid floor in painted riches
- that richly rejoice -
in plashes of splashy orgies
of light and silhouette -
the appetite of holy ambiance whet
by warm and cool tones
pregnant with passions of the heart
and imbued with torments and ecstasies
of the soul -
cleaving humanity and divinity
in flaring flair; emerald, sapphire, citrine and garnet,
amid our spellbinding moments
of tantric twilight magic.
Our synergy electrifies
the night-falling quietude of this sacred space
before our enchanted euphoria
begins to wane..
and as your dying flame
gives way to the rise of the shy crescent moon
I lose my orgasmic zest
to the evening’s ebony hue.
Summer Storm
The wind blows – quick, hard, fast – the hot stillness is broken
Corn stalks weave wildly as the wind marches through it rows
Dust rises to greet this invading storm
Large drops of heavy rain hit with a thud
Lightening electrifies and paints the blacking sky
Hail rips leaves from their home – a hard crack of thunder
Clouds tumbling, rolling, forming into a funnel
A loud rushing noise – a banshee scream
Trees snap, the wind-train thunders by . . . then a deep silence
Holding hands they arise from underground
Sky clearing, sun peeking through
A double rainbow appears – a promise – life . . . love
Winter Storm
The night is cold and wet, slick over bridges curving edge
The rain freezes turning sheets of ice into nature’s sculpture
Electrical power lines coated thick -- snap, taking heat away from all
Nights of darkness with candles are filled with hearts of hope
Ice storms that cripple a city and put a halt on activities
As beautiful as they are terrifying, they demand a reckoning
When January blows out fierce and February is held captive
Our human spirit tired and cold but not beaten
Prays for warmer days ahead with confidence
Nights of hearths and man made fires
Fur lined slippers and flannel robes
Better off indoors, with close kin . . . warmed with hope and love
Written in collaboration with Mystic Rose
Beautiful is the friendship of a Mystic Rose . . . sweet and warm
In the thickets glen beyond the forest wild
Lies the realm of the mystical unicorn,
Beauties elegance in motion, gracefully
Prancing with each delicate gallop forward.
She is queen in this ancient domain
Where man hands have never touched,
This unknown lands sacred soil.
Seasonal change lies beyond these
Pastures woven from purity’s innocence.
Here in the valley of evergreen the forgotten.
Magic still lingers as a whispered promise.
A spell cast unto the four winds long ages past,
By the magi wizard's from the olden times
A sanctuary unblemished.
Never shall it taste winters bitter icy hand.
Forever locked in warmth’s season of renewal
And rebirth.
A symbiotic relationship between mother earth
And this mythological creature.
Shall it evermore be so as long as the unicorn's
Thrives so the world remains spring eternal.
Nay she is sadden for she is the last of her kind
But natures kindness bares witness to a miracle
Growing within her womb.
Immortality's greatest gift to such wondrous
Majesty a colt.
To ease regrets tender heart, alone being
Soon to be no more.
Exhilaration acknowledgments is shown,
Within softness gentle brown eyed mare.
Nobility's royal steed stands tall and proud,
Bowing in respects fulfillment gratitude,
Unto Gaia, this divine gift given unto her.
Enchantments legendary creature raises it's
Golden horn towards the heavens,
It's powerful magic electrifies the sky.
Releasing thunders rumbling, causing even
God's angels to weep
With joys pure happiness crystal tears,
Hitting the ground below.
It's loves truest expression without words emotions spoken.
Two spirits mother and son are now united at last.
Together as one living in the isle of the Infinity.
And these immortals gallop racing against
Destiny’s winds,
Never to be separated or alone ever again.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
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"Blue"
I stand at the shore
you make your way into me
seductively,
I could question your liquidity
your market is silk laid
weighed by the measure of time
your hands of satin wash
deep blue over me
you pull me further out into you;
you're in deep now, all over me
I feel your embrace around me
the reach of your current
electrifies me
do I protest?
no – this is firm in the mind
I wrap my legs around your indigo
you think I go with your flow
you take me further out
much further out than I ever intended to
for it is too soon
too soon
you think I go with your flow
I wrap my legs around your indigo
I am Calypso
I ride you home
Candide Diderot. ‘24
Thinking of Suzanne – Raised on Radio
Raised on radio, I still listen
to haunting love songs that sadly
remind me of you, lovely Suzanne,
of times when we couldn’t get enough
of each other, body and soul blazing with fire.
Oh Baby, I prayed with all my heart
that it could have been you;
you with the eyes of a woman,
so perceptive, so desirable, and so in love;
you with your soft, warm, positive touch,
that arouses and electrifies all my senses;
always unselfishly happy to give
totally and unconditionally to me.
But now you say it’s all over.
You say you don’t love me anymore.
Please stay, don’t take the magic away.
Why can’t this night go on forever?
Oh girl, can’t help it, you’re my life;
and once you love somebody,
letting go is the hardest thing to do.
But somehow, I’ll survive and
I’ll be alright without you.
So my sweet love, be good to yourself,
and just know this man will think of you,
when our special song plays on the radio.
The above poem incorporated Album #2 Tracks (in bold above) from Raised on Radio by Journey:
Girl Can`t help it, Positive Touch, Suzanne, Be Good to Yourself, Once You Love Somebody, Happy to Give, Raised on Radio, I`ll be Alright Without You, It Could have been You, The Eyes of a Woman, Why Can't this Night Go on Forever
08-18-2015
Contest: Album Tracks Tell Stories
Sponsor: James Fraser
Placement: 6th
His Feet are kind of rough and a tad bit sore
Been standing on God’s promises since his feet hit the floor
His Knees are worn out but he stands really tall
But Daily prayer is needed winter, summer, spring, and fall
His Chest sticks out , seeming really proud.
But I can tell that he’s humble and never has to speak loud
His Arms so strong, no signs of weakness, not even a trace
I can imagine how secure I would be, wrapped in his embrace
His Hands not so soft from laboring on his land
You can just tell he has a tight grip on to God’s unchanging hand
His Eyes are so beautiful and always towards the sky
Always doing more than expected not just enough to get by
In addition to all of the magnifying traits, he has another that electrifies your soul.
An enormous, spectacular HEART all made of Gold.
Move me into the light
Pull me away from these ghosts
Fill me with something I can feel
Awaken every inch of me with your touch
It's like waking from a nightmare
Your hands keep me burning inside
Longing for more
Your mouth electrifies me
Needing you deeper and deeper
Pushing,pulling,screaming,awakening to something primal
Everything fades as you sink your teeth into my skin
Nothing left but desire
Move in me
Harder and harder
Until everything explodes
And all that is left is peace
In the fire that surrounds us
An escape to a place I can lose myself
If only for a moment that feels like eternity
Tasting you
Touching you
Feeling you as I come undone
Unhinged from this world
The deeper you go
The harder you move
The more you shake me to my core
A pls only you can find
I long to be your slave
Once, I found a piece of paper
in a parking lot
in the snow,
bright white,
fresh,
as if just dropped there
by accident.
It was a note
addressed, “My love,”
and nothing more.
Either it was
the shortest love letter
ever penned
or
the author could only
transliterate
what they felt.
I understand that
sometimes,
love is not about
words,
but more about
action,
like impassioned eyes
glancing across a room
at the object of their affection
or, a touch so tender
that it electrifies all of your senses,
becoming a part of you,
melting into your soul.
I only hoped that
whoever wrote it
would be able to experience
what I knew to be-
beyond words.
Poetic Amazon
I can see sparks in your eyes
mind stirred by an inner fire,
That touches and electrifies
fingers with Poetic desire;
Crack of spark jumping gap
from your tips to Poetic writ,
And, explode like thunder clap
with satire and sizzling wit.
Dedicated to Poetic Killer A
28th Sept' 2013
"The Folk Dance"
On the backs of well formed muscular miners
Working hard in the trenches on a daily basis
For the men who need coal, fat cats and such
Dirty, sweaty and tireless toil try to wear them down
Dehydration and soot inhalation runs rampant
An epidemic throughout lower Appalachia
The jobs they need, for their survival indeed
Their meager paychecks insist they must do it for the love
Ten to fourteen hour shifts and then they collapse on the bed
Six days of the week it's merciless work to anybody
Sunday comes and they can take a day of rest
A certain buzz going around electrifies every last person
Timing is just right to surprise the deserving workers
Since people have prepared to throw down a hoe down!
The good old fashioned type with the elongated dresses
In classic style with seemingly everybody statewide participating
With a do-se-do and an allemande left good country spirits spin uproariously
Twisting and turning to chanted rhythms on a hard packed dirt floor
Inhibitions are nowhere to be found amongst these family friendly folk
Arm in arm with strangers they know each other wants a fair time
Soon the energy starts rocking to the extended company outside
The hootenanny has grown too big for just one barn, they are tireless
"Well Shucks." says the fat cat "I don't work them hard enough!"
Watching from afar he fumbles with his pocket watch just a little miffed
A raucous good time for a genuinely good people
The orchestrator slows it down some and pulls out his granddaddy's autoharp
Relaxing to an old fashioned twang, the couples do their thing
Getting closer to each other rocking calmly to and fro
Feeling four minutes of tenderness with filled loving concentration
Because those seconds are the fleeting ones
Then the banjos bring the pace back up to complement rowdy fiddles
Moving and twirling, elation fills the air for a chance at remembering
Why they are alive for each other, ingenious in its simplicity
While Merriness is their motto
And not even the coal mines can make them forget that
"Coffee House"
a savory swig energizes bones
one swallow electrifies tasting cones
an instant caffeine rush
causes blah cheeks to pink blush
pure Pepsi creates haunting moans.
a tingling sensation provides power
charging battery for 24 hours
but "diet" won't do
the "hard stuff's" my brew
Pepsi fragrance as potent as flowers.
one day when Life's journey is done
and "the other side's" calling for fun
no Coke, Dew, or "7"
as I step into Heaven
hoping Pepsi is their "Number One".
*For Craig's Funny Poem Contest
You love the warrior woman
the one who's in control
you love the sweet seductress
who electrifies your soul
You love the teasing temptress
the woman who knows to please
you love the siren vixen
who makes you fall to your knees
You love the modern lady
who's full of class and finesse
who takes it all in her stride
knows how to dress and undress
You love the pretty woman
who graces you with a smile
the loving kind supporter
who makes it all seem worthwhile
Why can't you love the captive
who's imprisoned by your love?
The one who needs your kindness
to know what life is made of?
Why can't you love the weak one
who needs your strength to survive?
the one who clings to your heart,
for your soul keeps her alive?
Why can't you love the hurt one
who needs healing from your lips?
the "thirsty for love" woman,
who's only been granted sips?
Why can't you love her fully,
for all the good and the bad?
Love her in her sheer madness
Love her when her heart is glad
Be different from mortal men
Who desire what appeals
Be her hero of valor
who feels all that her heart feels
For I am myriad women
in the body of just one
Don't love just a part of me
or I'm sure your love to shun
Love my strong fighting spirit
Love my broken weakened mind
Love seductress and seduced
Love with madness that is blind
If you love in completeness
If you treasure all I am
You'll be my king and lover
I will make you feel all man!
Eileen Manassian
The wind blows – quick, hard, fast – the hot stillness is broken
Corn stalks weave wildly as the wind marches through it rows
Dust rises to greet this invading storm
Large drops of heavy rain hit with a thud
Lightening electrifies and paints the blacking sky
Hail rips leaves from their home – a hard crack of thunder
Clouds tumbling, rolling, forming into a funnel
A loud rushing noise – a banshee scream
Trees snap, the wind-train thunders by . . . then a deep silence
Holding hands they arise from underground
Sky clearing, sun peeking through
A double rainbow appears – a promise – life . . . love
Deep and Profound
She is so deep
You never know her at all
The enigmatic smile
Denies the sadness of her eyes
She has been the victim
Of oh so many lies
The weariness of her sigh
Suggests she is so tired
Yet when she sings
The passion in her voice
It electrifies the silence
How could this be
This love beyond her vanity
Deep and profound
The resonance of all her yesterdays
The shadow's and the ghost's
Trying to claim her memories
Before she is overcome
Deep and profound
A ballad of life
So full of thorn-ed roses
Scarred by there embraces
So deep and profound
So she tries to cover the traces
Lost in the lyrics
So deep and profound
Longsuffering soft whispers
Gently linger through the winds of my soul
My empty cup now bitter
Left by the taste of loss
Your sweet music
I still hear distantly playing
Faintly keeping time
With the murmur of my heart
Your love like a storm
That never passes in night
Rain falling as my tears
Lighting electrifies my being
My thunder you are
Shaking my heart to the core
Earthquakes like waves
Wash over me as your arms.
The fray inside rages on
My split mind quarreling
Feeling you gone
With me always