Best Excitment Poems
She pleaded to me with a blushed body,
ready readily for the holiday my maintinance could muster for her pink engine,
the electricity my overtime bedtime love ryhme induces, innerbody outerbody attention,
my woman pled and I fed, her skin smelled like sweet leather, expensive and exotic,
her taste, oh her taste,
a salt infused with inimitable vanilla extract of erotica,
shes my virgin tonight, shes my soul purpose, my handicraft her sole investment,
my rough hands ceaselessly surveying the surface of her vulnerable and vital being,
no flaws are found, because no flaws are sought, no resistense, nothing fought,
upright together, gripping her nape, kissing the pulse on throat,
flaxen hair swiming across my focused face, one arm around lower curve of back,
in unison the slots inbetween my thumb and index sweep upon her breast
cleverly turning & tightning into nipples elevated for enclosing excitment,
eyelashes grazing my cheek and her moist mouth on earlobe
elicit the need for perpendicular laying, for ramming motion ritual,
I unfold her, with fingers lovingly clasped on that nimble neck of hers
as I insert and glide with a job to do, a love to pursue,
the words came latter, instinct inspired now -
J.A.B.
Noisy River Bank
Sitting on a river bank, tryin to catch a catfish
Lookin up at the stars, I began to make a wish.
Well, my worms are dead and the fish won’t bite
When I heard a strange noise echo through the night.
At first there was a squeak and then a squawk
Then there was silence and nothin at all.
I figured a mouse being chased by an owl,
So, I decided to stay and listen for a while.
A mosquito lit on the top of my head
I slapped and missed and wished he was dead.
The only bite I was getting was from a yellow fly
When something scared me and I thought I’d die.
An old bull frog croaked at my feet
And I jumped for a stick and began to beat.
Well I reached for my pole leaning on a stake
Lord, wouldn’t you know it, there laid a snake.
Well he hissed at me and I cussed at him
I told him I’d get him, so I cut me a limb.
Of course, at that time, I got a bite on my pole
I just forgot about the snake curled up in the hole.
I grabbed my pole and began to real
All that trouble and danger for a gosh darn eel.
I decided to leave at that point and time
So, I left with nothin but a half-scared mind.
There are no new dreams for me to seek
My life is all written, everyday just seems bleak
I have made all my choices, my future is set
No more days to look forward to just duty and debt
I've lived all my new days that I have to live
Now everyday is mundane and all I do is give
I miss all the new things that being young brings
Theres new love and new dreams and all sorts of things
Now all there is is work, laundry, dishes, and kids
I know when I wake this is all my day brings
I've given up on wishing, I've given up on dreams. I've given up on hoping this is
how it all seems.
Some days I don't even want to get out of bed
I wish I could just lay down and rest my tired head
I've looked and I've looked for excitment to come
But as of today I can't think of just one
I look at my kids and see dreams in their eyes
But instead of being happy for them I just turn and cry
I know this is wrong, I know it's not fair
I should be a better mother and show them I care
I want them to have their hopes and their dreams
To have a better life than my past could bring
And even though I know this is the life I'm destin to have
I still want more , does that seem so bad?
Art from the heart, a religion of ritual,
where One summons God and glory to center stage,
your spirit enriched by the self confidence that ensues
as inspiration smells like cedar and feels like sanctity,
the physics of mystics in an eye the mind won't deny,
whence a penny is a prize with a wish
to ventilate a voice of sensitive wisdom,
sensational seeing into the human condition,
visions of vinegar in virtue, visciousness in victory, mercy in the face of malignancy,
pleasure in the panic of risk, pain in the placid avoidence of adventure,
securing an ownership in a Universe from our births unto burials
worshiping composition and the partnership it represents,
Vermeer & Vivaldi, Beehtoven & Bosch, amatuer & adept,
feeling like an angel with demon bones, fusing two atmospheres together,
a holy parade of brazen beliefs putting a new world in order for all,
a micro euphoria, a macro excitment, accomplishment ambrosia,
happiness warm and wakeful in hearts pumping for promise,
for a covenant crafted in a workshop outfitted for you, for what you were ment to do,
volunteering to be a lightning rod of a Goddess crazed with passion,
a power placed in One's fibers for maximum purpose by a trusting Deity,
raise humanity's awareness to the truth that existence is an exercise in artistry,
faith framing futurity within the purity
of knowing that I am where I belong, I belong where I am -
J.A.B.
Nascar Crazy
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It's really quit a show
to watch my Husband and oldest son
as their yelling at the t.v
when the race is on.
Nascar seems to spark excitment
watching them go fast
and as much as I'd like to watch
my attention span doesn't last.
I have been to just one race,
they are very loud
it's really not my kinda thing
fighting through that crowd.
Although it wasn't really bad
and for me it was brand new
I think it will be just for them
not again ,something I will do.
5/23/14-Jessica Thompson
Dedicated to My Family
love is an investment
of intangable things
the the joy the excitment
that love undoubtably brings
the secret and the showing
with little unusual things
where by someone ends up knowing
personally what it means
the caring and the sharing
of gracious giving
the euphoria of life
recieved just by living
and bliss in a kiss
in it's element of surprise
a gift for the suiter
with closed eyes
marriage is an investment
in material things
the wedding the reception
the honeymoon suite
making love for the first time
that would be neat
vows and promises
that were very sweet
from this day forward
the promise of a life
with real intentions
not to do twice
to walk this earth
as man and wife
search together
for other delights
family is an investment
in the future
the inlaws the children
and responsibilities there in
the problems the worries
the presence of sin
and time eating away
the youthful skin
hollidays a chance
to do it again
aniversaries celebrations
of what did not end
and funerals
a look into a certian future
maybe a book that
contains an adventure
old age the gift
of many years
uncountable moments
when fears turn to tears
now is known the meaning of one
one being man and woman
someone who knows you
as well as yourself
your habits your likes
your problems with health
who shared equially with every loss
(to be cont.)
Zeitgeist - My 1960s - Liz Walsh
Kaftans, mini-skirts, Carnaby Street fashions.
Angel Delight, Hirondelle wine and that sheepskin rug.
"The price of round steak on a Saturday" while
Magdalen Laundries kept dark, dark secrets!
Nylon socks, Cuban heeled boots, body odour -
"it's always the girl's fault - she led him on!-
Button-down collars, civil Rights Marches,
Suspender belts old fashioned, false eye-lashes black -
Excitment, tights, "parents afraid of the new".
Stilletto heels crucifying, Rosary beads grumbling -
"Oh Sacred Heart of Jesus I place all my trust in thee"
Hamburgers, Fleetwood Mac, Anoraks - guilty! remember
Archbishop McQuaid! Bishop Lucey bullying Father Good!
"Wimpey Take-away" - meet a fella - womans lib!
Vietnam War, Albert Hall and Wilson Pickett.
"Would you kiss a boy on the first date?
Drip dry nylon, Dickie Rock gyrating
"Plastics are the future” the graduate said.
"Would you take the pill?"
Tayto crisps - "cheese and onion" munching in the dark.
Che Guevara, Mao Tse Tung and that little red book
In an empire line dress.
Church domination, contraception and major cigarettes
"Back-combing" Vesta Curries and a packet of smash
Maxi, mini, midi-dresses - pan-stick
Mary Quant, Twiggy and the Film Society party.
Flirting innocently, terrified hope - guilt ridden thoughts.
Surges of males, females standing
Eyes scanning, high pitched laughing
"Would you like to dance?"
Free love, flower power, heart thumping
Expensive shoes, a relic of St. Imelda and a chain-store dress -
"She will only get married” Miss Brigid Hayes said!
Afraid of the future, afraid of corruption
Brain exploding - ALL MIXED UP -
Gathering of wood all day i go
My mind filled with memories of the past, excitment grows
So many nights around the fire
Laughing, singing, stories abound
Heat of an open fire makes the evening chill go away
The moving reflection of light against the trees looks scary at times
You can only wonder what's outside the lights glow
Peacefulness sets in now time to relax
More stories said i will always remember
As the fire and embers go dim the light goes too, night becomes dark another day ended
Memories
Love is a feeling that makes you feel whole
A feeling of being needed, that stems from the depth of your soul
It heals the wounds of life, that has left behind scars
It's a road of excitment, leading you down different paths.
To find yourself smiling, for no special reason
The comfort of someones arms, through every change, of every season
The goosebumps on your skin, from the softest kiss
To be told that your loved, is just pure bliss.
It's the simple thing of giving, the selfless act of sharing
The trust, honestly, the heartfelt caring
It's that feeling you get when your .."coming home"
Knowing you never have to face this world alone.
If only I could bottle it, for you I would capture
The mean ing of ' Love'...such beautiful rapture
Those three little words so special so true
Those three little words..." I Love You!..
Fiesta.
Feeling of excitment,
Festival of Christmas,
Frollicking I arrange,
Flavoured cake for display,
Framboise drink is my choice,
Flutist plays Santa's tunes,
Fragrance of love prevails.
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30/12/2016.
His precious mind she witness
His loving kiss upon his mothers cheek
His eyes as dark and bright as mystery unwraps
A child of love as he holds his mothers hand
A voice every word in perfection of excitment
A thought of every question that he needs answered
The sound of his dreams come alive
The need of protection is so near
The heart that he loves with has no fear
A journey he takes his mother will guide
A moment of doubt she will overide
A time so precious that she will always find
As mother and child are as one
As there love will love
As history tells of mothers and sons
I
am a
little Xmas tree.
I am made of plastic.
You would not know to look at me.
Because I look so realistic when decorated.
I
have been
with the same
family for many years.
Watching the little ones grow
from toddlers to grown adults now.
I
still see
the excitment in
their eyes on Xmas morning.
The rush to open the presents beneath me.
The joy of giving and sharing gifts among themselves.
I
am a
little Xmas tree.
I twinkle and shine
merrily through Xmas windows.
Until the season ends on January sixth.
When I am folded up and put in storage again.
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24/12/2016
I'm just fourteen years old, and a father I'll be
Around Christmas time, what a present for me
The excitment of puberty has now taken it's toll
I sit here lost in thoughts, a worried young soul
Responsibilities I now face to the challenges of life
Do I stand by my girlfriend, do I make her my wife
What if I can't cope, shunned by family and friends
To become another statistic, modern societies trend
I find myself very fortunate, I'm surrounded by kin
Whom their patience has been a blessing as I take it all in
My friends have rallied round, their support has been strong
It's having people like them, I'm fortunate to belong
December has come and gone, my daughters getting married
As I look back to fourteen and the trials that I carried
Many thoughts I had to ponder as I look back at my young life
The young girl whom bore my daughter, many years has been my wife
* Three-quarters of a million teens between 15 and 19 become pregnant each year in the USA *
For Gwendolen's *~* Mom, I'M PREGNANT! contest *~*
I miss you
Only on the days that end with 'Y'
The way the air smells of salt
and the twinkle in your eyes
How the sand feels between our toes
And the waves upon our heels
Our hearts beat so loud
I can hear it in my ears
And when the sun sets
and the moon comes out
I miss counting the stars
While laying in your arms
My heart longs for you
Only when it beats
And when you're near
Is when I feel complete
My hands shake in excitment
When our fingers interlace
And my lips quiver
When you caress my face
My breath shallows
as you sweep my hair behind my ear
I close my eyes in bliss
As you kiss away my fears
I only miss you
With every waking breath
And till the end of time
Is when my love for you will end
Hold up your wine glass,
Appreciate your friends,
Prpose your reselotions,
Primp up your spirit,
Your new year awaits
Never agin the same year,so,
Everybody blow your whistel,
When the cock hits twelve.
You and I,
Engadged in excitment as we awaits,
At the exact moment,
Ringing our bells at midnight.