Best Feel A Need Poems
My beloved, I behold an angel when I look upon you,
you are the living star in my every thought and dream.
On the ethereal breeze I come my beloved,
in my arms once more I look upon Aphrodite's grace.
My beloved, let me taste of love's glory from your goddess lips,
the desires of my heart now ready to come forth.
Passions do explode within my very core,
then I see you my beloved, I am lost in your eyes.
Be still my beloved, as I touch your tender skin,
Your eyes of honey and your scent of indigo bring intensity-
Beyond the core of the existence I feel a need so strong,
too strong to resist; for you are my allured magnet,
my gravitational force beyond the human caress recognition.
Enticement and excitement shall bring fever to your seduction-
I’ve seen the beauty of Tuscany and found my way to heaven,
and there you are, my beloved…for I am lost in your eyes.
My beloved, those lingering thoughts of love divine I ever caress,
held deep within my hearts chambers of love divine.
When in your arms each chamber opens, a symphony of love triumphant,
a duet played in emerald green fields of passion.
Desires shall be fulfilled in love's domain of grace,
I shall lie with your temple of infinite delight.
Love shall lift us to heaven's wondrous domain,
I now swim within your soul, for I am lost in your eyes.
Be still my beloved, as I outline you with wonder,
canvas upon canvas of perfect hues of elegance.
Depths of unknown castles redeem your beauty as innocence,
your splendor is breathless as my lungs long for your scent.
Exquisite in fantasy and remarkable in adoring true love-
If bushels of roses are reminders of true romance,
then I shall give one to you every morning when you awake.
For I am found in your sight, when I am lost in your eyes.
A collaboration with Vladislav Raven, a dear friend of mine :)
Thank you dear man for all your beautiful poetry. I am so happy to be able to write this with you!
Written: January 17, 2017
Some people suffer a lot and some people suffer hardly at all
Some appreciate what they got some wanting what they saw
Why then the difference, and how fair could that possibly be
The answer being too immense for us to even be able to see
Some will never understand and yet others see right away
Some don't see God's Hand while others feel a need to pray
But how could this continue to be and how did it get this way
Perhaps you might not agree but there's a greater power at play
For those who suffer now eternal life will be so much different
And all that daily continual strife all that stuff that Satan sent
You will not hunger anymore but come to understand all things
Oh what the Lord has in store and such the Joy His Glory brings
Comparing eternity to a hundred years, it becomes less and less
In those tears it was He, standing by you the whole entire mess
So small is that hundred years, so tiny now you can't even see
The reason you still have fears is because today you are not free
Matthew 7 :13-14
Enter through the narrow gate. For wide is the gate and broad is the road that leads to destruction, and many enter through it. But small is the gate and narrow the road that leads to life, and only a few find it.
A day can make a harder week
A week can make a month of pain
A month of pain a year so bleak
It feels like drowning in the rain
These are the little riddles in the middle of insane
A little bit can satisfy
A little more can saturate
An overdose can nullify
And even can obliterate
This is a truth from early youth you should incorporate
The pain in gain is absolute
The loss we lose is lost to time
These are the rules beyond refute
There is no certainty sublime
Not even in the meter or perfection of the rhyme
The thing that brings contentment now
Can later be a heavy weight
The face of grace is changing how
We rearrange our future fate
These are the laws of caustic cause that make survival great
The hope to cope with life and stress
Is just a product of the game
Do not deny your own success
Nor feel a need for useless shame
Just calculate and educate to fuel survival's flame
A thought or two from me to you
As thoughts display a varied face
Some thoughts are false - some thoughts are true
So choose a truth you can embrace
And may your days be free to play a part in every race
CATERPILLAR:
Sweet, moist, musky earth pervades all of my senses
In safe darkness, beneath this leaf, my cool canopy
I have no wants as I slumber here in contentment
I am humbly grateful, alive with my blessings
Rested now, I feel a need to explore this place
Hungry to feed my belly and begin my journey
I crawl out from my haven into the brightness
The tree I seek is beyond this forest of grass
My world is brilliant yellow, brown, and spring green
I climb an etched blade, and feast on its succulence
I chew my way down, and nourished, I aim for my oak
My little legs scurry toward where I must rest soon.
COCOON:
The sky is pink, orange and red as twilight wanes
I am weary like the sun, slowly closing his eyes
I begin my ascent toward a branch high above
I labor up the scaly skin, finally to the limb
Nestling in a crevice of this arm that holds me
I watch the last ruby glow melt from the sky
My day's toil leaves me exhausted yet peaceful
Starlight’s gently sparkle a silent lullaby
I dream I am cradled in finely spun cotton
I dream I am nothing but pure spirit and joy
I dream I am falling, then floating, then flying
I dream of bright blossoms dancing in the air.
BUTTERFLY:
I awaken to darkness, yet hear birds singing
I have slumbered so long, and feel the need to stretch
My surroundings crackle when I extend my body
A thin, radiant beam enters, shocking my sight
This body's strange to me; I seem to have arms
I beat them against the sides of my enclosure
It crunches apart like dry leaves in the autumn
I stand on thin legs, atop a broken casket
The air is alive with wisteria and lilac
Upon its sweet breeze, I surrender myself
I flutter and float as I bask in the sunshine
I am a young orchid blossoming in the sky
Finally went to church today-Ash Wednesday
I went for company, communion and to pray
Liked the new people, what priest had to say
I really felt like I was forgiven for sins today
It used to be only God, hard to get Jesus into
My life and prayers, now it's bound like sinew
For money owed, no longer feel a need to sue
All's forgiven. Still talk to Bruce and sister Sue
Everytime attend church, learn something new
Everyday I pray alone, today was I born anew
I will go again, really enjoyed myself, the brew
Was wine in a silver cup with bread pieces new
Dipped into the wine and eaten with the others
Fellowship in God's love with sisters & brothers
Told female priest - many fathers and mothers
Baptized/confirmed Episcopalian and my mother
Sang in her Episcopal church, so sweet a voice
Larry dropped me off/picked me up, his choice
No singing, just prayer and sermon - REJOICE
When Jesus so returns - Will I hear his voice?
As I do every night, I will pray for redemption
I believe it will be later in the souls convention
I will see my beloved brother, parents, baby
I will go to Heaven all around us, just maybe
I will not beseech you
stop stuffing yourself near to exploding
even though I feel a need to
take the sunflowers, blossoms eroding
heads bowed in solemn, silent foreboding
save the seeds
ignore the needs
of one so wild
and bold as he feeds
to allay the memory of freeze on this August day so mild
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CharlaXFabels
CharlaX
Eye the fabulist fabelist maker of dreams for ewe still remember the poem eye
wrote where eye mentioned the fact that eye think they are liners for birdcages
the most that people have been to me is nice there was a few Christians who
liked some of my poetry for JESUS. This is not a fable in the puerile sense of the
word. BUT this ewe is a giant dandylion poem eye make them bleed eye scritch
and scratch them and twist the ending oblong into infinity. Eye feel a need to
defend myself to my detractors after all even CharlaX had a mother. It was more
than that a family eye had a place to eat a room to sleep. An important man is
never needed until the end too late to make the needed differences. Pomp and
pestle pistle listed they sent my picture eye won a contest all they wanted was for
me to buy a lot of plaque. FlaX and cotton homespun medley lay upon the
CharlaX belly nice long drinks in the afternoon writing a poem making a fabel
swan it leans this way and that way falling to pieces and parts of words become
gentle rain long dripping drops of waterial motion lapping at shadows of love.
Fancy markings of worded pleasures for years of estranger in the wooded glen
fords and glen glens. The caterpillar tracks in the proper syntax is a Diatribe.
Nominal feeds paid out and lost in space with gasses let loose that rival skunks
in size and areal width the size of that thing just look Ethel the size of that thing in
centimeters all alone would equal the lower belt of corn in the Midwestern state
of Iowa they called CharlaX to come he wielded his Hermann Maurice axe phone
and refused to budget a car rental he does not hitch hike anymore he walks back
and forth from one glorious day into the next of time come forth thou CharlaX from
the grave concerns of formidable returns on investments given in earnest
anticipations of reaped rewarded inclinations please come to Kansas and chop
the wheat down with your western ax make bread for all the millions of the crew.
The penny tossed in air so heated by debated frenzy of the sharkless few was
tails a lucky brake for yew.
Which one is your chosen poison?
I dare you to say none
But both you and I know
Out of seven there will be one
Let's go through them one at a time
Come to a possible solution
For if you're going to go to hell
At least know for which Deadly Sin
Are you always yearning for something?
Possessions or wealth, do you feel a need?
Constant thoughts of want on your mind
All bought out by Greed
Sumptuous feasts with plenty to consume
Indulging in delights with no company
Excessively eating more than is required
Extravagance brings with it Gluttony
Desires that need fulfilment
Thoughts and actions to some disgust
Craving pleasures of the body
Satisfying the craving of Lust
What someone else has do you desire?
Think you're better than many?
Jealousy to some it is known
That green eyed monster Envy
Unwilling to get too physical
Lazing around like a loath
Failure completing that which is required
Characteristics common with Sloth
Always in a rage, seeking out revenge
A vindictive nature enabling you to bash
Extreme anger coupled with hate
A furious temper known as Wrath
Belief that you are superior
Always feeling very self satisfied
Called vain on many occasions
This arrogance is Pride
No one is perfect these sins are proof
But now you can try to dispel
Behaviour and actions of any given sin
You may even stay out of hell!
05/02/2016
When I first saw her figure,
I started staring at her allure,
her simple laugh, her enticing eyes,
her irresistible delight, accidentally.
Simply these where enough modifying,
something solid, deep inside me,
after all this selfsame meaningless cycle.
I feel a need introducing myself;
I started interfering, she was responding;
how gentle, how loner, how tender
were my first glorious alters.
Her thin lips smiling, her thunderous voice
her tantalizing eyes, her smiley face;
made me a funny person, just to make her laugh,
and draw her lovely simple smile again,
so I benefit bat of an eye staring
to her in an unrealizable behavior.
Later I realised... That's weird;
more and more attracted I became!
she directly became my safe harbor
witch happened with no one before!
Those weird feelings and changes,
those took place unconsciously deep,
so deep interiorly ;got defined finaly,
in one meaningful word...
but still unsure if it's from both sides
time is my only find out
scared nervous, afraid for loosing
my only rare precious diamond.
My old bike is good for me,
It takes me from A to B
Times when I need to be alone
My bicycle and I on our own
Cars are fine for families,
Cruising along can be a breeze,
Cars are too expensive to run
Petrol prices are no fun.
Registration, Insurance, maintenance, and more
Cars can no longer be purchased by the poor,
Public transport fares will rise
Poverty for many before our eyes
What a miserable sorry state.
Welfare is necessary at this rate
Of affairs, we are in,
Without a mention of
War, Flood, Fire and sin.
Back to basics and common sense
It would help to recompense,
For some of those that feel a need
To cause corruption because of greed.
Greed and power, I can't abide
I need my old bike so that I can ride
So my trusty cycle and I can roam,
To a quiet place to dream alone.
If shocked by the size of my staff
Don't feel a need to gasp or laugh
Mom meant no harm
But had only one arm
To pull me up out of the bath!
I dream fragments of poetry,
my pen balanced in my hand,
journal opened to that page
already darkened
with blots of frustration,
asterisks for seemingly important ideas,
collections of words and phrases
intended for collage and inspiration,
pleas for clarity.
My poems appear haltingly,
in bits and pieces
written in several colors of ink,
each suited to the nature
of the several ideas that flit
through my paper mind:
vermillion extracted from cinnabar,
thinned with vodka for my good days;
palest sky-blue from the seed of the avocado
bathed in water and lye,
for those times when I know I can fly;
ocean-blue ultramarine
ground from lapis lazuli,
used carefully when I feel a need for absence;
brown leached from oak galls
steeped in acidic water,
yielding ink such that when employed,
dissolves the paper
beneath the words I have written,
leaving a lacework of poetry;
yellow from crushed petals of the marigold,
soaked in tears for when I am confused,
noir-black dipped from the depths
of my melancholy.
The final poems,
the ones I can live with,
come into focus
only after passage through
the fermentation of language
essential for developing notes
of flowers, stones, and juniper.
Only then are they shared.
brings world word ii gunnery duty
as extremely frightful flashback
which utterly displeases this elderly mortal
and such behavior moi aback!
Born in this same house
on Leona avenue, this oldster doth dwell
which neighborhood once felt like heaven,
but now seems like hell
pet peeves arise with ever more frequency
from increased unpleasant encroachments
along this very narrow street
some young hoodlum
left trash scattered on property
that blew everywhere pell mell
but also parks a slew of cars up and down
both sides of this narrow thoroughfare
blithely co-opting an unused driveway
by an elderly lady who lives alone
oh, or a male friend of his
who guns the engine of a rosey roadster
at the crack of dawn
and when confronted blurted out
“i gotta do what i gotta do”
these complaints, i feel a need
(albeit anonymously)
this doddering soldier
of misfortune doth wish to tell
hoping the police can crack down
e’en if they need (billy me) to be idle
voicing rebellious yell!
address and name withheld on request
on account to avoid getting
preyed upon via ruffian's quest
so…please do not misperceive me a pest
but feel grateful (before
being dead) to clear me chest
only a concerned citizen kane at best
and a harmless curmudgeon i attest!
On a dim-lit day of drizzle
I sit beneath the same old oak
where we carved hearts with our names
amused by how child-like it was
I feel a need on this date to remember
really remember, the passing of years
covered in the dust beneath the cluttered cobwebs
that hang in my soul,
of tear-stained dormant memories
and what were joyous times
spent with you
until the Angles came
and I became a broken wheel
on the pain-soaked path to nowhere
2/4/23
Bogglers, (consumption, distraction)
The snog bogglers of lower snoop
are really rather dull
a spending time smoking duur
and eating till they're full
Bogglers ne'er read to pass the time
but engrossed in snog delusions
fascinating really the boggle mind
it's said, a tad confusing
We all boggle up and down
sometimes side to side
we'll fill our days with wacky-woo
or feel frightened, petrified
But it makes no matter, boggle or no
duur or rue'd distractions
the beating drums of life's snoop
are nought just damned abstraction
Ere the next time you meet a boggler
and feel a need to comment
remember they be like inclined
so shush, enjoy the moment