Best Excitation Poems
What is this word, betrayals?
How did it come to be?
Is it simply something less
Than you expected?
Did your hopes and your desires
Fall short of your aspires?
Perhaps others failed their duty
To protect you?
Did the trust you put in
Someone fail you?
Have you suffered grave
Abuse?
Did someone close
Back-stab you?
Was your loyalty
Unrequited?
Was contract breached or
Just misunderstanding?
Did a lover’s indiscretion
Distress you to the core?
Does your object of affection
Now love you less or more?
Did secrets kept
Destroy you? Or
Surprise with
Joy and excitation?
Was concealment
Worse than truth?
What cost to hide
Even from yourself?
Speak your truth, but speak with care
The truth can set you free!
But there is
No guarantee!
"Three things cannot long stay hidden: the sun, the moon, and the truth."
Gautama Siddhartha, the Buddha
~ Certification Anticipation ~
Infestation
Germination
Mobilization
Bloviation-Condemnation
Agitation-Exhortation
Excitation
Confrontation
Profanation
Desecration
Litigation
Ruined Nation
Frag ta
men
tion
I tasted of temptation
With a pinch of infatuation
A touch of captivation
And a dash of imagination
With heaps of fascination
And a sense of excitation
With this newfound jubilation
You’re my favorite fixation
My old bones swayed to the old tune
bringing back memories long forgotten.
My spirit rejoiced in exultation
of a ne'er forgotten loving excitation.
For you’re my Dancing Queen.....
There you stood like a wallflower,
indifferent, lukewarm, nonchalant;
seemingly thinking about other things.
You drove me mad, my dancing queen,
you taunted me perilously, wretchedly.
How could I ever bear the teasing looks
you guardedly gave me, my lovely nymph?
I was dancing with some insipid teen,
definitely not having the time of my life;
my loving eyes piercing your sensuous curves
like Eros arrows hitting at random and at will.
Yet you looked on as if I was not there.
The music grew to a raw crescendo....
For you were my dancing queen
and suddenly I was madly in love with you.
I twirled, spun and tripped over you.
The music stopped, dancers gazed at me
with a heartfelt pang as I lay sprawled at your feet.
A racking malaise stabbed my whole being
until I felt your strong hands help me up
steadying me, and leading me to a chair.
And you were only nineteen!!!
The music began again, the old familiar strains
How nimble you could dance,
Oh how I yearn for that sweet moment
For you were my dancing queen......
You danced away while I stayed put
as my foot swelled with excruciating pain.
The euphoric dance came to a halt.
The lights went low.
You helped me to your waiting car.
I leant back, tired and abject
Until I felt your lips on mine;
the heavenly music began again...
yes, yes you’re my dancing queen,
you will always be my dancing queen.
On Wells Street in Chicago, is a sweet comedic treat.
Second City Theater for laughs and where many found their beginnings on plain stage, their life's heartbeat.
No "Phantom of the Opera" no lines, no costumes, no staging.
All actors had to do was improvise.No heavy make-up, yet one in an
instant learn how to disguise.
As in jazz, whether Brubeck or Davis, we all played off one another.
No fixed lines like Henny or famous the Smothers Brothers.
I never understood this magic of improvisation,
But once I learned it, what a phenomenal source of excitation.
This was a true gift how to act in the now.
It has served me in relationships, as I can't be a fake no how!
The censor that dances in your head keeps you from being free,
as if your head is stuck in a tree.
Most get stuck inside their heads, improvisation sets you free.
~Biography~
Poetess is Graduate of the famed Second City.
Was on stage for their Childrens Theater Troupe every Saturday for two years.
After that, moved on to be a stand up comedienne.I was trained by Tom Dreesen and Tim Reid("WKRP in Cincinnati."
I worked clubs in Chicago. Later in San Francisco, at Holy City Zoo. **Women comedians in the 1970's were not to be gross as they are now.
Tim and Tom were the only black and white comedy act ever. No grossness was ever displayed...best experience of my life!
Dedicated to Tom Dreesen and Tim Reid. Tom went on to be the opening act for Frank Sinatra and helped in the HBO movie on Frank. Also, launched The Comedy Store in Los Angeles. Both humble men....and friends,
Written: March 13, 2024 For Andrea Dietrich Contest
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Happiness is the epitome of love and affection,
Happiness, a thrill bliss, soulful, with excitation.
Happiness must be sought, not idle, a lofty vow,
To love and be loved is the ultimate Elysian glow.
Happiness loop on a string, scented by divine love,
Scarlet roses, auric happiness from above.
Happiness from bliss inspires untapped reverence,
Elegant colors of true love and thrilled evidence.
Happiness in love embrace, hearts bear flight,
A symphony of joy, pure and bright.
Happiness in our existence we hold so dear,
To love and be loved is always, forever near.
Happiness is a garden of blooms in a dwarf abode,
Crimson shine dazzles each whirling blood lode.
Happiness is a waltz on emerald meadow view,
Uttering songs to those blooms of turquoise too.
The Final Home Coming
From where the sky meets the high seas
Talking drums rolled out endless eulogies
As we waited, with the shore’s mud up to our knees
Some even did dance to the rhythm - no apologies
The mangrove flanked aquatic expanse
Its inhabitants in rapturous excitation
Announced the regattas' glorious advance
Even monkeys from trees did swing, in celebration
The colorful seven made haste to the shore
Their paddling, sequenced and synchronised
Each propelled by the muscles of twenty and four
The music, all but the drummers hypnotised
The wailing and drumming crescendos
As the casket is hoisted by each pall bearer
Threnodies and praise songs devoid of innuendos
Rent the air, from those to whose hearts he was dearer
Each relative, the other did strive to outdo
And to this illustrious son, give for at least once
With one good deed, all transgressions undo
Impressing the dead - the mind of a dunce
Priests did read Christian verses and made recitations
His soul, confused and standing with arms akimbo
As witch doctors also did chant incantations
Knew not which way led to Heaven, Hell or Limbo
In this carnival of his final journey home
He’d also sailed the metaphysical realm
Maybe, on tranquil seas that do not rage and foam
His first and last without control of the helm
As We Met
A glimpse of you in a wonderful day
Brought storm and I was swept away
Crept and crawled in depth of your gaze
Devastated, drowned and flown in craze
Enchanted with charm in every breath
Fascination urged even to embrace death.
Glory of emotion reached perfection
Heaven stepped down on destination.
Illuminated my heart, soothed my, soul.
Journey of life turned bright to reach goal.
Knocked my conscious and sub conscious desire
Lightening of love flashed on mind- sky entire.
Motionless, speechless I stared
Not even a smile I dared.
Overwhelmed fully and felt narcotic
Passion was oozing making me lunatic.
Quenched my thirst on your glance to absorb
Ripples of excitation dancing on each heart throb.
Strange sappiness longed for manifestation
Thrilled to sense a heart-piercing expectation
Utmost longing to speak a syllable
Ventured by me but was not viable.
Wobbling swayed, I could not approach her
'X' in my equation of love was not solved either
You came forward haply to hold my hand.
Zeal won before I could understand.
Love for Movie Screens Contest by Silent One.
' All Yours (Mar 4 ) Contest by Brian Strand
Cerebral magnetic attraction,
our minds are drawn to one another
I love the way your mind works,
as do you love mine
Mental synchronicity
is a beautiful thing to achieve
Blissful harmony
Our minds meld as one
when you merge with me
It feels good to think your thoughts,
things you desire of me
Then I reflexively know what to do,
how to completely satisfy you
With never a word spoken between us two
Let us touch telepathically,
look into my mind,
and tell me you love what you see
We are two corporeal bodies
Neural synaptic integration is how
foreplay to our lovemaking is done
Pure telepathy
You want me to caress your thoughts,
embrace the electrical energy
that your mind produce
I feel your theta waves
rise to the apex excitation phase
Orgasmic serotonin release
Pleasurable sensations
explode in our minds simultaneously
So in tune with each other empathically,
we stoke fires of desire with pure telepathy
This is how we make love in the 24th century
THE GREAT WALL
It’s funny and this is true
Years ago, I thought hopefully of being locked away
I envisioned more of an institutional setting
Nothing to do but roam in my robe
Fingertips lightly brushing the sterile, white walls as I go
No responsibility
No need to even say a word
There’d be talk of Crazy Sachs
Staring into space, wandering wordlessly
Much of this has come to pass
The walls are green and I’m a bit more verbose
But there is that talk
And not much is asked of me besides being seen not heard
I offer this anecdote
For it is the second biggest example in my life
Of the difference between fantasy and reality
Novelty fades fast
Occasionally instantaneously
Expectation begets exaggeration
Excitation leads to exasperation
All in all, between dreams and evil schemes should be a Great Wall
Mine was more an invisible fence
I passed through and was aghast to view the consequence
Slashed through thick vines for a sick crime
I was them first two pigs
Dicking around with straw and twigs
Unhinged when the wolf blew in
hit bricks because the walls were too thin
You can’t always get what you want
But if you try sometimes, you might find
What you want isn’t what you get once it’s got
Now you have to lie down in an unmade cot
Ruin, subvert
Cause one to hurt
Feel lower than dirt
That’s it in a nutshell
Just swell I’m in a jail cell
Bars make for a fine wall
Look, not touch at all
Plan how to build
With my unskilled
Hands that killed
Nearly
Wine is a mocker, strong drink
is raging: and whosoever is
deceived thereby is not wise
Prov. 20:1
Darkened oxidation
changing personality
Liquid fermentation
altering perception of reality
Look long into the bottle,
you see fire in the water
It burns you as you swallow,
your memory now getting shorter
Release the genie from the lamp,
set free the jinn from it’s shapely confine
But you will wish you never did ...
Hyde-and-seek is such a dangerous game
Hiding from the truth,
seeking answers by way of 100-proof
Blackout is a mind-eraser tramp
Dr. Jekyll prognosis: too much wine at the dine
Good manners went off the grid,
mild-mannered you now ain’t the same
Saccharine sweet talk turns into acidic argument
Civilized behavior turns primitive
Fermentation is bubbling ...
God knows, you wish you could put
what you just said back in the bottle
Uncorked repressions of guilt and anger
agitating anew
Then, just as quickly, a reverse change in attitude
Fungi perversions start growing in you,
carbonizing your thoughts ... propagating strange desires
Corrupt carnal pleasures souring your mind
Fermented spirits,
darkened oxidation
Breathe in the aromatic conversion ...
intoxicating vapors releasing your inhibitions
A different you comes babbling through
Drink deep the pungent madness ...
complex organic compounds
chain reacting into fast acting mental breakdowns
Taste the seething mix of the witches brew ...
Let the liquid serpent sting bite you,
creating violent excitation
Lustful permutations
conceived through
darkened oxidation
Fermented spirits have drunkenly deceived you
Fingertip tracery on black lace.
The exploration of excitation.
Upon an all too…open face.
Fingertip tracery on black lace
Swollen, pulsing, damp, full;
The exploration of sensation.
Upturned hips, caste and pull…
Fingertip tracery on black lace
Curls moist with passion escape.
Thrust, grasp, reach, sigh…
The exploration of penetration.
The downward plunge, thigh to thigh.
Fingertip tracery ‘pon silken space
Parted pout, pristine place.
Pelvic motion, passion, embraced.
Throb, strum, pinch, and tap…
Exploration of exaltation.
In a lovers lap.
And my body becomes the delicate flower which he takes up my scent by his instinct
He is breathing me in now sucking up my beauty as best his malignant will directs his olfactory---
I become a mission and the drives of millennium channeled int to this moment and billions of moments identical to this before it.., is setting the pace that clinks along like a metronome
As have a million Eyes watched a female click down the road her feet a rhythmic mechanical drum
tick tick tick
A vibration smelt and reverberated in the viscous pulse of multitudes
He sees the valleys and crevices rolling hills and wide plains of my flesh an eternity in the warmth of my flesh he feels all the past and his future rush before him like a vast expanse of space
He creates a home in my eyes an eternity in my thighs
color waves lengths I cannot see but know they exist spread over and through us as we perpetuate
The bees see flowers in patterns and hone in like the drone bees buzzing and humming buzz buzz buzzing along slipping down into the cloying throat of a damp flower..
Steadily carrying out tasks that necessitates the survival of their species
The eye of I drinks in the scene greedily faster it seems than the excitation the pudendal nerve sensory lets my conscious in on the little secret
I am mastered
We conspire with nature, we obey, we endure
And trillions of molecules cascades in to beauteous acts of life...
When they pleasure powered down to rest,
their twin-engine heart was beating still
at the arterial warp speed of galactic love
With the endorphin catalyst fuel shutdown,
the rocket passion blast
was nearing impulse horizontal inertia
The space mariner woman at the bed starboard helm,
told her right-hand man navigating
to turn the hip thrusters off
They were entering the nebulous
mind-meld zone
A mysterious space-time place,
where the soul pulsar gravitational curvature
formed a time slip-knot:
A bonding phenomenon where time slip not
The captain of this supernova class starship,
guided the navigator’s empath thoughts
with her sparkling, ruby-coated lips
Giving moaning, non-verbal commands telepathically
Alerting him where the next neutrino ******
micro-particles would hit at multiple vulnerable spots
Opening ecstasy fissures in the epidermal hull skin
As other asteroidal pelvic disruptions
made the body-shaped ship merge force-field shudder
The time slip-knot
was a quantum quirk realm of hot
dilithium electromagnetic loving
They were caught in the invisible force
of two strong gender poles of attraction ...
causing time to slip not
The stars were frozen into place
like a crystalline solar plasma lake,
due to the time slip-knot
The dimension where perfunctory
social thermodynamic physics were forgot
The fastest stream of consciousness
slowed to a virtual excitation phase shift halt ...
Reversing the anticipated climax ecliptic slingshot,
lovemaking vibrations moved with stilled thought velocity —
Reaching the outer limits where time slip not
The starship enters into a centripetal vortex of sweat,
plunging into the black hole of no biochemical regret
Coming out on the other side
of the molecular maelstrom kinetic frenzy
Solar sailing thru the null pain void,
on serene serotonin waves of the deep-space emotional sea
Charting the light-years of joy ahead,
flight destination: twin planets X’ura and N’gora,
the charming, AI computer voice said
Retreating into their co-joined cushioned pod,
they rode the erotic cosmic journey out
in suspended romantic animation —
Face to face
Nestled in the hills of the northeastern plain
live the humblest people on earth
They're the neighborly folk of Modesty, Maine
plain-speaking and modest from birth
Every year in cold mid-December
the Humble Trophy is bestowed Friday night
As far back as the townsfolk remember
it has been handed to John K. Contrite
Mr. Contrite, upon receiving the prize
always bows, blushes and pleads, you're too kind
I'm sure, my dear friends, you realize
much humbler folks you surely can find
It's the twentieth annual Humble Award presentation
Everyone assumes Mr. Contrite will win
but to thunderous applause and grand excitation
the mayor presents it to Julia-Anne Schwinn
Miss Schwinn is the town's first grade teacher
always kind, mild mannered and sweet
Some call her Modesty's finest feature
so supportive and ever discrete
It is my award, Mr. Contrite screams out
I should win every time, don't you see?
Is it not clear, beyond anyone's doubt
I am the king of humility?
Miss Schwinn shouts back to Mr. Contrite
This trophy with me will stay!
You're nobody now. Just leave, goodnight!
They'll build a modesty statue to me one day!
Nestled in the hills of the northeastern plain
live the humblest people on earth
They're the neighborly folks of Modesty, Maine
plain speaking and modest from birth