Best Fantasia Poems
The young woman sat astride the young buffalo
Her dress was a flimsy, homemade from the cured skin of a deer.
Two cured boots, quite wide, hiding each a dagger,
Whilst on her back, crisscrossed were two swords.
One large and heavy, the other lithe, small with a green gem.
They came to a murky river, the small buffalo
Treading the depth of the bottom full of weeds.
Suddenly it stopped. Two dark hulks of a man
Were beating a poor and small old man.
It was clear they meant to kill, such was their force.
A dagger appeared from her boot and flew
It was embedded in his chest, right where his heart lay.
The other man tried to escape, but out came the small sword.
A flash hit him between his eyes, blinding him completely.
Then he fell, trembled in his death throes and lay still.
Birds flew away from the scene, and all was quiet.
The buffalo crossed the river and approached the man.
There was no fear in his eyes as he handed back her dagger.
She picked him up, not much of a weight really.
Slowly, they wended their way towards his shack.
A few well-chosen leaves cured his wounds.
And made him rest on his bed made of clothes.
Later, fearlessly, she fed him to regain his rest.
She cleaned her swords and prepared to leave.
The old man hobbled towards her bracelet in his hand.
“Take this. When it turns red, you’ll know.
Danger is not far away. Be prepared.”
groundsel
forget-me not
my pretty spurge
mere fools parsley
sowing thistles
a
dead nettle
leaving such
bitter cress
a scentless mayweed
in a field of pansy
O scarlet pimpernel
a dan-de-iion
black
as nightshade
a common poppy
speedwell
my wild radish my fat hen
penny crest
in a sheperd's
purse
Winter Fantasia.
Snowman, his coat a trillion frosty threads...crotched by Jack,
the naughty mischief maker.
Each crystal cast perfect by Boreas. #
Blizzard bullies, bustling, jig-sawed sleet,
crystallized in my mindscape of imagery.
Winter Sun dares to melt you down, pasty white.
Your peculiar perfume, suggests ice cubes soaked in lemon-crush.
Shiver, quiver. As goose-bumps frazzle your Arctic world
the moon shines crazy, diamond flames hang in the lonely sky.
I materialise you...the absent person,
I colour the scene with my paintbrush and bucket.
Bold, stiff... blow a bon-bon kiss,
you sentry on snow-laden ice,
under heaven-hung, bunting stars...
a diamante necklace, swanked by Nyx, Greek Goddess of the Night.
Platted rainbows twist, entwine hues, illuminate
a fibre-glassed squirrel who morphs into a swirl of peppermint puffs
and whirls round in muffled silence.
Rouge-crested Robin rests on cold shoulder, then
alights on umber wings...
Ruby stained Snowman chuckles like river ripples,
egg-white flakes dying to pirouette,
airborne ballerinas, swivelling, spinning...
from knitted, silken clouds, finer than a Fuschia’s blush.
Come Spring sprinkles of Lime grass and creamed Crocus
blanket my view where you once stood.
Reality or imagination, I am the speaker of this poem,
so Jack, draw fern-like patterns on my windows, then
run away with Nymph shadows...
Even the wind dies happy.
# Boreas...Greek God of Winter.
Your body smiles at me
so let me reciprocate the inviting gesture
with the natural gifts of arousing pleasures
well presented in erotic packages.
My curiosity is unfairly punished
by your hypocritical skimpy skirt
flashing the flesh so systematically and hiding them again
in a glamorous tease.
Your semi-circularly exposed glands
canopies me into a hypnotic boomerang system
where I create a mood of ecstasy in you
and at the same time, covet its blessed beam of radiant sweetness.
Let’s play naughty my dear and act so crazy sweetheart
with gentleness and manliness, I’ll navigate your front side
and then take care of your behind with wittiness and craftiness
My hands just want to go under
squeezing your outside, rubbing your inside;
touching all softness and ‘tongue-ing’ all openings
tearing off your covering and creaming your exposed holy Grail
with my saliva, from head to toe
wrapped in your wholeness, skin to skin
and preserved in the mid-temperatures of our slickly contacts.
We’ll be a fitted match
same measured length, horizontally well placed
burst for burst, groin for groin; lips for lips, breath for breath
eating each other up and yet dangerously unsatisfying
not letting go until even our souls are sored
with this affectionate tempo.
Our constantly bending limbs
will equal all hovering and meandering
and with every of your holes, so greased
ready for my artistic play and penetration
we stay captive to each other’s sexual outpour
and gain much enjoyment
in the irony of our butter-lotioned crys.
I dream of the white swan
Gliding so gracefully
I dream of you riding
On that swan with me
Your head on my shoulder
My arm around your waist
I lift your chin with my finger
How good your lips taste
--
I dream of your arms around me
A gentle touch, to and from
In your arms, on the wings of Angel Dust
Lovely lips, on my cheeks
Tonight I fly with you
A swan move, of ecstasy
Passion in every bite,
Making love, romancing my heart
Inside eternity, I dream of you
With the ebbing sun casting shadows
Our swan takes to the wing
This is a wonderful romance
The breeze seems to sing
Our kisses grow frantic
As we each other undress
The poets below catch our garments
and write poems of such bounteousness.
We embrace the merry melody
Danced a dance of written joy
The sight of you quivers my every bone excitedly
On each wing, side by side
Words take heed, arousing the need
Like gravity your body sustains a force
Attraction upon my soul,
Two bodies dreaming of love
By: Darren & Skat
her multiple attractive sites
leave him confuse and indecisive
her soft abdomen, hollows down from a simple caress
and her excited twin sisters, resonate on her burst
from an interplay below the waist.
Oh! the luscious melons of her backyard
tender and mesmerizing; unique and enslaving
make him appreciate her on top
Squeezing all flesh she possesses
brings out scary energy
which manifests with the passion of immortals
burning both in erotic flames
and sparks of voracious instincts.
Her groans, bathe with her own sweat
with pinned hands, to the surrender of his intense survey
making hormones go swift like dynamic lieutenants
as the artifact of love builds in an incredible speed.
He slides down from lips to hips
with deliberate pauses on strategic stops
as the gear of his kisses
increases with no manual control.
Staying under the shade of her underwear
shielded by the smooth pillars of her thighs
processes the raw of their love.
Now the time is right, the moment is calling
and finally, the gate to the promised land
he enters with a welcome
so magical and immeasurable.
I keep disappearing
I keep checking into
A place full of delights
A place so wonderful
A place of misty delights
A place of colored lights
A Place of resonating beats
A place of the joys of hearts
I keep smiling in secret
I keep remembering the taste
Of your sweet waters oh fantasia
Fantasia you are delight and pleasure
Fantasia a land where fantasy meets ecstasy
Fantasia a land like none where charm melts
Fantasia where birds whisper in love and songs
Fantasia am very sure that you are not in Asia
yellow bird is back to the tranquil meadow
where my soul finds a true repose,
she didn't leave me....
I speak to her every day,
she tweets back with glee!
we talk about the illusory flamboyant days
which tip-toed away in a veil,
the glistening saffron-hued days ~
when I was twenty-one,
with trancelike beat in my feet, enthralling song in my heart,
dreamy eyes unfolding beauty of love!
with amber kindness in my soul,
with tangerine hope in my voice,
with azure grace in my walk,
with vermillion exuberance in my dance.
that twenty-one is never really gone,
I feel its demure whispering,
the hope, the dream, the cadence, the beat,
it's incredible! never left me
The praises of goddesses Juno and Venus have been confirmed
from the traffic causing attraction of your shape
such countenance which can make night overlap the day;
updating the perception of beauty for it to turn inside out
is a true reflection of my unthinkable fortune.
The smooth self seductive line which is in between those fleshy monuments
and the spread of its huge fences to widen its width
wirelessly command hormonal rush to get me executed
through the slaughter of its erotic blasts.
A freak is created, anytime its surrounding squeezable mountains
are well camped by my needy hands and lips.
Such a line, so hypnotizing and domineering
is a channel of sexual irrigation with two lovely inlets,
an upper small protective and a lower large inviting.
I give prreference to the invitation
which has an incredibly wet reception
because that is where my intimacy with you is constantly refined
taking our physical contact to a supernatural satisfaction.
Light cuts through
the crowds
illuminating the park
Mothers with children walk by
Stores open
and people come on out
into the streets
America is open for business
This country has done
some terrible things
Non - withstanding it is our homeland
The colonists came here for
freedom
Persisting - despite the cold and winter snows
Now, Thanksgiving has come
Yes, we should apologize to our red brothers
But this Thanksgiving
is the time to think about
all you are thankful for
In this fantasia - this America
My darling! Tasting every piece of you when recorded
compresses the entire capacity of space.
Coming so close to keep our hearts taped
makes me share favour’s throne in its own empire.
I sing your praises and disturb nature’s peace
b’cos of the fantastic sweetness of your dot existing in a pair.
Its not just a sensual anatomy on the front side of your skin
but gentle, explicit and highly rated by the consciousness of men,
planted like a leafless stalk in the midst of well rounded carved humus
seldom growing to a shrub when injected with erotic transmitters.
Your vertical lips may possess the control buttons
to my accessory limb when they begin the episodes of your longing
but they will have to pass through the toll gates of these paired dots
so tender and exciting but neurotic and psychotic to men.
Whenever they stand out to appreciate the sun,
natural laws demand, I stretch forth my hands in full acknowledgment
of their awesome beauty and willingness to my trademark adventures.
A goddess of sagacious ways in tenderness of spontaneous amore,
Hauntingly beautiful is her form as you see her, such allure.
Her colorful tattoo, which adorns her face, delivers her peaceful demure,
Ambiguous to another female, she engages men that humbly adore.
Fantasia, her name, unimaginable transformations she could explore.
Able to present herself in any form, a lover may imagine, ever so pure.
Enticing her conquests, no human male could resist, determined lure.
Fantasia’s innocent looks that you see, is just the beginning of her score.
Her desire was not to humiliate or destroy these men’s minds or souls.
Just to amuse her, allowing men to have avaricious filled night.
Fantasias floral adorned hair, produced pheromones to meet her goals.
Completing a ravenous, noncommittal bond, beyond grandiose height,
Fantasia’s flamboyant gaze, from her eyes, starts her lovelorn controls.
Her admirer, is captured as her finger touches her lip, daintily light.
Written by
Cecil Hickman
Written for
Sponsor ~ Constance La France ~ A Rambling Poet ~ ~
Contest Name Tell Her Story
She awoke on a moving silver cloud,
God’s winds, not even made one sound.
Sail sweetly to your rainbow paradise.
Gold sunscapes are your soul’s magic surprise.
Under a silk umbrella painted with stars,
Her jasmined, joy-spirit blessing Mars.
Through dreamy mists, she serenely sailed.
Winged poetess, you have never once failed!
8/2/2022
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Enjoyed the dreamy read of the crazy fantasy
sparkling on your stunning eyes.
I get lost whilst gazing into the mystical 'galaxy of stars',
Even in my dream like certain tides.
I wanna to feel lost again and again ;
on the depth of that intense blue .
Let me talk to the secrets you hold and care;
By rhythm of my heart whispering in the magical clue
I. O my children,
All the faithful,
Heed the call,
Hear the sanction...
The ancient eldritch plea
Gathering from the thousand shadowed places,
Plazas, pagodas, pavilions...
Reach out, summon in communal ritual
The quencher of your thirsts
Slayer of want
II. Moving through the smoke of October,
The dry chill of night...
Tending to the bells in the upper atmosphere...
I am Keeper of the Chimes,
Seeker of the Hearts
Of those who yet seek, and know not yet that they seek,
The Breath of Life and the Flame in the Night...
I am here and I am She
Who loves you all and loves you alway,
And lo, I am with you until the end of your age