Best Fervor Poems
dizzy, from my shameless lust
i paint your mouth with mine.
nipping, brushing faces,
breathing you like oxygen.
my fingers, my lips, my tongue
upon your naked back
draw a map to my destination
via the scenic route no doubt
starving
for your wet lips.
make a meal of this
Lost in the carnage of our intimacy.
I move with the fervor of a ravenous beast.
Your body undulates
to the movement of my mania.
Juices glow like the fountain of youth.
I move in and out
conduct a symphony of pleasure,
bury my face deep
in the sweet skin of creation.
waltz against a canvas dark
pin holes of silver dust.
weightless
in a friction free atmosphere
eternal pleasure,
a sweet honeysuckle taste
a foreplay crescendo.
I the ocean,
tide after tide
the ebb and flow
a sculptured reef.
The screams of seagulls in the air,
rushing waters eternal
breaking hard and fast
the sunken coral.
a multitude of tidal waves
simultaneous explosions
tight as one we hold
freeze in the heat of our moment.
It must be an hour now
you are lying at my side.
your head on my chest.
I play with your hair
stroke your flesh
our eyes meet,
we kiss
long, hard
passionately...
She left the tent in holy fervor,
Hell-bent to spread the Word.
The Spirit moved and made her quiver;
No act of faith was too absurd.
She knocked on doors, she spoke with zeal,
Her faith she shared in earnest.
There was no doubt God’s love is real:
His justice is the sternest.
I asked what other gods contend
For space inside her pretty head.
Might Yahweh, Allah or Shiva rend
The veil between gods ‘live and dead?
Do you beseech the Norse god Thor,
Once favored by the common folk?
The Son of Odin is heard no more.
What power broke that yoke?
For love there was an Aphrodite,
For war the Greek god Ares.
Athena’s wisdom eclipsed the mighty,
As Apollo‘s virtues the Virgin Mary‘s.
Though long I queried with due respect,
She unyielding kept her patience.
“On Jesus only I reflect;
To Him I owe allegiance.”
One god only fills her life -
It severs her from me.
I trust in reason, yet love my wife
With faith in one less god than she.
I will just pretend a life with you
To hug you until I feel you
and I touch you, you to feel me
I will just pretend the fieriness
along with desires to get blazed
with no fear and with no flames
still I will glow to pretend a life ever with you.
I will just pretend a life with you
To kiss you until you lust me in your lips
and I adore you, you to savor me
I will just pretend the zestfulness
along with redolence to get bare
with no disgrace and with no traits
still I will be honied to pretend a life ever with you.
I will just pretend a life with you
To lie with you until you breath me my whispers
and to hold you, you to make me cozy
i will just pretend the prurience
along with repulses to be peerless
with no sin and with no quest
still I will treasured to pretend a life forever with you.
My mood made me rude,
My dude soothed my mood;
All right all my nights dude,
Your loneliness makes a day grudge;
Let the world burn outside,
Let’s remember nobody outside;
Insanity makes me fervent dude,
Exigency needs your deeds, dude;
And when I watered in dread
I Reminisce,
With Tearful eyes more filled with bliss,
I Reminisce,
I could tell the moments like a dream,
Is all that we saw or seem;
You exalt my cheerfulness,
When I am in woefulness;
My mood made me rude,
My dude soothed my mood;
A pharmacon was not be, God saw you confiscating drowsy
He mantled him in his loving arms and whispered come with me
The Family has minus one gentle fervor and heaven one angel more
Fathomless in my heart your memory is kept of one i admired and shall never obliterate
Oh! The duress of life; death which has taken you away and impeded me to see you no more
And has made a veracious soul at composure
You fell asleep without goodbye but memories of you will always stay
Thank you for the foothold, care and love
I will miss you!
They were happily wed for fifty years but a dilemma that nettled,
Was their differing political views that they never, ever settled!
Every time a local, state or national election cycle approached,
The squabble began as the virtues of their candidates were broached!
The donkey was the symbol of the party espoused by Ma.
The elephant was the emblem of the party championed by Pa.
They agreed on how to raise the kids and on matters of religion,
But to agree on political affairs - nary one little smidgen!
Their eternal battle even raged beyond the hallowed grave,
As on separate stones these telling epitaphs they did engrave:
"Here a Democrat lies - A lovely wife with the wrong party ties!"
"Here a Republican lies - A loving spouse but politically unwise!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
©All Rights Reserved
Placed No. 6 in Carolyn Devonshire's "Election Humor" Contest - November 2010
In these uncertain times when hours pale
Your ever-present flame exudes lit charm;
That evenings assuage all fears unseen
And knowing you would guide us through day’s rain,
Warm caresses gift quietude, kind
As fervor vanquishes the dimmest star.
You are my comfort through night's embrace
The keeper who assures our dreams cruise on,
Rivering the shores glazed by tomorrows :
For my harbor is you… my sanctum divine
This altar of refuge when breaths heave low;
This flash of eyes glinting as kisses wake dawn …
Until your touch lullabies me, so safe so abiding.
Writers on the Storm Contest 7/8/2018
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
Inspiration from The Doors' Song 'Touch Me'
The thought of traveling is inspiring to me.
So many amazing countries I've read about.
Places I've dreamed of visiting and long to see
by plane, rail, or car. Whatever my chosen route.
Excitement begins when my decision is made
as to where I'll go, close to home or far away.
Walking on a beach and watching the sunlight fade.
Perhaps this winter, riding in a one horse sleigh.
Planning the journey is always part of the fun.
Whether I'll be daytripping in Scotland's heather
or the Alps, my travelogue will be finely spun.
When it's time to get away, I have no tether.
I'll pack a bag on an impulse or merest whim.
Destination not always chosen in advance.
I've not thrown a dart at a map as a prelim,
but wherever it lands, I'd find reason to dance.
You caught me waiting at the shore
I was awed by concealed passion
Storm of deep feelings jailed my core
You caught me waiting at the shore
Longing to squeeze you and have more
Love is more fierce than compassion
You caught me waiting at the shore
I was awed by concealed passion.
Checked by HMS.COM/ 8 lines with 8 Syllables each/ ABaAabAB
Written: December 23, 2022
Chance Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Julia Ward
SECOND CHANCE Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Preponderance of dimensions perplexes with bliss string fervor
Lake mine previous
(stream of consciousness
imponderable) poetic efforts,
sans spiritus mundi, converse
sing a boot unfamiliar thread,
and ignored common
sense ne'er re: hearse
sing, asper William Butler Yeats,
aye went off deep end, perhaps
provoked at least une nurse
sis sear re: literary unlicensed violation,
and additionally one emphatic curse,
where mine poe whet
tick feet did immerse
for the methamphetamine time acid,
(I said to myself), why traverse
pointlessly imagining something worse
tread about, i.e. say...tripping
along head over heels, yet
nagging notion would not disperse
venturing blithely writing
plunging into terra incognita parallel
universe a "multiverse"
herewith also Ark
chew woolly Noah intent
for yours truly to drown while purse
sue wing abstract notion,
viz domain of science fiction,
never intermittently intersperse
sing following lines with "HELP, I need
somebody...", nor deliberately submerge
readers within a mini sea course
of confusion, but I feel confounded
gripped, lured...and will gladly reimburse,
should delving over my head diverse
if eyeing breadth, length, scope...
beyond realm of mom and pop verse
a tile theoretical physicists,
who casually identify ten dimensions
— eleven including time, nor averse
slithering thru worm holes
such more'n flight of fancy seems perverse,
whereat numberless whirled
wide webs presents obverse
to accepted paradigm reverse
sing scientific tenets describing
quarks, plus portal bellow much
room (See Alice in Wonderland) disperse
sing notions, where exodus
down the rabbit hole
into alternate self contained
separate cosmological infinitesimal channels
far more exciting than reality television!
Sometimes I think about the way that
it could be if you were here.
And if we were unfolding that red, checkered
ocean, releasing in waves as it hits the earth of green fringe.
Below the tree we lie, and bees and ants
would join us as if there were no better place to be.
Or rather, we would join them.
And I would sing you my song
And you would sing me yours.
The notes would ache, play, grin, tense;
followed by a concluding melody of joy and bliss.
We would be lost. Lost within each other,
knowing you are you and I am me.
Swimming in one another’s sea, smiling
because we have learned how to,
at last. We’ve been churning, yearning, burning for
a time where we could just hold
each other; a moment of embracing your eyes,
and you painting my smile with your brush of wit.
There in your presence is where I long to
sit so that I may know everything of you.
If only this was not an “if only.”
I want this for real life, not for my mind’s eye, lonely.
The way it tries to stare at who it cannot see
is what makes me envision you and I beneath a tree.
Lake previous poetic effort,
sans spiritus mundi, converse
sing a boot unfamiliar thread,
and ignored common
sense ne'er re: hearse
sing, asper William Butler Yeats,
aye went off deep end, perhaps
provoked at least une nurse
sis sear re: literary unlicensed violation,
and additionally one emphatic curse,
where mine poe whet
tick feet did immerse
for the methamphetamine time acid,
(I said to myself), why traverse
pointlessly imagining something worse
tread about, i.e. say...tripping
along head over heels, yet
nagging notion would not disperse
venturing blithely writing
plunging into terra incognita parallel
universe a "multiverse"
herewith also Ark
chew woolly Noah intent
for yours truly to drown while purse
sue wing abstract notion,
viz domain of science fiction,
never intermittently intersperse
sing following lines with "HELP, I need
somebody...", nor deliberately submerge
readers within a mini sea course
of confusion, but I feel confounded
gripped, lured...and will gladly reimburse,
should delving over my head diverse
if eyeing breadth, length, scope...
beyond realm of mom and pop verse
a tile theoretical physicists,
who casually identify ten dimensions
— eleven including time, nor averse
slithering thru worm holes
such more'n flight of fancy seems perverse,
whereat numberless whirled
wide webs presents obverse
to accepted paradigm reverse
sing scientific tenets describing
quarks, plus portal bellow much
room (See Alice in Wonderland) disperse
sing notions, where exodus
into alternate self contained
separate cosmological infinitesimal channels
far more exciting than reality television!
They strolled together at eventide
As the pearlescent moon danced above
When they embraced he could
hear the thrum of his heartbeats
Emotions seemed to plumb together as one
And she felt the flames of passion burning within
The tang of her kiss aroused his desire
And awakened the feral beast within
He felt a howling fervor erupting in his soul
That could not be crimped.
And their passion set the night ablaze.
3-18-2021
Eight word Bardenesque challenge Contest
Sponsor: John Hamilton
Hence no surprise... yes
recherché rhetorical flourish(es) impress,
yet mine deliberate vocabulist predilection,
I haint gonna stress
aforementioned quirk
also includes zero apr
(annual percentage rate),
may be subject with excess
sieve jejune ennui pullulating Kudzu like
indecipherable haphazard gobbledygook mess
abhorrent brashness claptrap discouraging
further harrowing progress
into thicket of verbiage, perhaps...
unwittingly encountering Loch Ness
cheesy Munster gussied up as...
transgender logophile, alias Hermann Hesse,
which obvious immediate
long winded atavistic feature will
allow, enable, and provide
dead giveaway clue to guess,
whether yours truly be
mouse or man (chess
champion) meandering along
stream of consciousness,
whereby succumbing to wordiness helpless
(fear not coronavirus,
nor other mortal affliction)
even if exuding fifty shades of gray pus,
the only bonafide surefire
holistic, iambic, therapeutic... recourse
I reluctantly, lamely, and feebly confess
to ameliorate slogging thru
metaphorical marsh cress,
(a veritable poetic nightmare)
volunteer self as unsuspecting to acquiesce
(lest no lifetime allowance
courtesy United States mint printing press),
whereat Impractical Jokers profess
gut wrenching, humiliating, insulting...
pranks, albeit dudes harmless
(think) only psychological state at risk else
suffer interminable, objectionable, unutterable...
mother (ƒµ©****) eternal duress
unbeknownst to thee multisyllabic
stranger vowel things in consonant
essentially Mattspeak trumpeting
as sesquipedalianism (the lesser of twee vols)
temporarily rendering, manifesting
sudden impulse to emulate... me,
and damaging basic cognitive process.
Uphold our spiritual fervor,
Unceasingly serving the Lord;
Even if it takes some sacrifices,
Gladly would we obey His word.
These days are in peril, we know,
Learn to choose right from wrong;
Though we are weak and lame,
God shall make us brave and strong.
This world is shadowed by dark,
As men are blinded by lies;
Proclaim the shining truth
To let them all open their eyes.
Let not the works of flesh
Prevail over our mind and heart;
While there's a chance, renew our life
So our hope and love won't fall apart.
Let's continue edifying our faith,
Let it not waver or wane,
Must we all not be halted
By neither sorrow nor great pain.
Don't delay and never stop;
Run fast to the finish line;
Swerve not or don't wiggle
To take the prize so divine.
As the day of salvation is soon to come,
Intensify our holy endeavor,
Keep on going till we breathe our last,
Uphold our spiritual fervor.