Best Fraternize Poems


Premium Member You the Poetess Fills My Nights

i am here to let your words make love to me
i am here to bury my face deep in your poetry

to let your haiku 
molest my naked body
shake me like a tree

can you read the want in my hips
for your metaphors and similes?
like an African lion in heat i long your letters 
how they hug tightly only to entice my desire.

the child in me wants to explore, journey tender the skin 
you wear. so don't leave me to play alone in the sandbox.

let me run the body of your work free.
ingest your verse and also grow wings.
you and i flying as one in a mad fancy.

then maybe send in my bed sheets - both single
with your personifications they'll jump rope
and after exercising go for a cup of hope
at the outdoor cafe where poets mingle
  
i am only here because your couplets are wooing me.
i want to glide - baby oil - body on body - chummy.
 
not compete but instead
massage your triolets,
fraternize with your sonnets.

your tanka rocks me
mountains baby smooth to climb
it's quite the challenge
one i'm willing to take on
you're the baby smooth i want

i'll ride your majestic rhymes

dream they'll settle for,
this my smiling core,

stay with me at bedtimes.

you - the poetess that defines my nights
i want you to know i climb every evening 
towards the peak where your words spike.

i'll never be the poet you are, but
i have my hands and other parts
that could drive you to ecstasy.
.........you'll see it's my specialty.

01~01~2015
Armand
Sponsor: Poet Destroyer A
Contest Name: First poem of 2015

This Is Why I Woo Words

This is why I play philosophy
 on the field that lures lore,
 to gain the literati’s lovely trophy
 and the golden grains of life to explore.	

This is why I fraternize fair play
 on the pitch where wisdom wonders,
 to dichotomize shadows and sunray
 and to preach ours’ to plough and not to plunder.

This is why I write white
 on the surface that’s clean and clear
 to rid the world of nasty knight
 and to harmonize monks and men each year.

This is why I woo words 
 to have rhymes as my errand boy
and lyrics as the golden cords
around the poetry pen I will always employ.

Premium Member Making Art With the Universe

Introspection 

suspends in dark blue amnion
as rainwater blooms a reflection pool
an oasis of energy for contemplative embryo;
in stillness I grow.. my pulse a flowing stream of raindrops 
my body  the rhythm maker   
my mind  the artiste
in a cocoon  a rhythmic womb —  
a primal nest gestates my om 

    b r e a t h i n g   i n    
              
               b r e a t h i n g   o u t 

saturation of breath
soaks and stretches my cortex canvas;
within the indigo sphere 
I paint a mural 
upon my sacred temple walls
a self-portrait 
with a benevolent brush dipped in starlight –
I surrender staying and portraying within the lines

uncaged colors roam
beyond my human extremities and Earth’s edge 
gouache-plashes of teal and fuchsia
fraternize with fibers of flesh and marrow 
conceiving abstracts as airy as sparrow dreams
as I - a mindful explorer flies an inner cosmos
beyond the confines of the canvas white
outside the frames of physicality and reality
to throw open window panes to the unlimited 
to banish pains of the limited —  free

my meditative spirit making art with the universe


Susan Ashley 
September 7, 2022


~ Fifth Place ~
Premiere Contest: 2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 18
Sponsor: Mark Toney


~ First Place ~
Premiere Contest: Brian Strand Premiere Choice
Sponsor: Brian Strand


Photo: The Seer; Laurie Bain Hamilton - owner of primalpainter


Premium Member Day In the Life of a Late Summer Day

Sleep.. indigo’s eyes, night loving allies,
Sol’s flare is stars' disguise dawn till dusk’s reprise,
peach awe-inspired skies effuse juice sunrise,
east, grapefruit pink lies - lemon slice rhapsodize.
Pastel wash replies to Zephyrus sighs,
morning glory highs yield to afternoon’s surprise..

wings golden butterfly's, squires sun clockwise,
ruddy west implies cocktail hour’s devise,
sunlight’s demise creeps in blueberry dyes,
plum, mango fraternize as prim-rose chastise.
Sunset complies sending signal-light fireflies,
Wake! indigo’s eyes, night loving allies,
tantalize poets to romanticize.



Susan Ashley 
August 17, 2017


~ First Place ~
Contest: Your Best Monorhyme
Sponsor: William Kekaula

Rhymes checked at (RY) rhymer.com

Premium Member Love Hunter

I will not give in to DEFEAT. I WILL forever roam the GLOBE searching for a LOVE I have never KNOWN.  I HUNT fiercely without RETREAT.  I know nothing except the 
hunt.  I HUNTED HIGH then on I traveled. With discontent and SOLEMNNESS I moved.I
Have hunted so long., My SOUL is weary, my feet are strong. I must continue on this
EPIC hunt forgetting how it had begun.
I HUNT, I HUNT, I HUNT down my throat I swallow bits of bitter ATMOSPHERE.  There 
Is no epic resolve only delusion and self pity.  Could it be, MY LOVE dwelled here.  
I pondered for endless hours without replete.  I tiredly resigned for hours.

Even in my DREAMS the hunt proceeded. I lay in my SLUMBER haunted and hoping for. The RESOLVE  I could not CAPTURE in my waking hours.
I had risen from my REST to the greeting of one FLAMING BEAUTY and a sunny MORNING.  I will no longer be hindered by hunger or the need to FRATERNIZE.  For this reason I had tea with BEAUTIFUL stranger.  Only to RECOGNIZE that this  stranger  was
My GRAND PRIZE.  I spoke at length, mentioning the CRUCIBLE, of dragons and demons I fought.  I said "I indulged FRIGHTFUL barbarians to sit and speak with you".
The end of a LIFE I HAD ENDURED  ALL ALONG, SAT BEFORE ME with cakes and tea.

I have searched the DESERT RANGE. No flag of SURRENDER at the BARREN PLAINS.  AT LAST THIS STUNNING MORNING  has begun.  The ESSENCE of my being has 
Found ONE OPEN DOOR.  I SHALL HUNT NO MORE.

Bitta Bing Bitta Bang

Aha...At Last,..Bitta Bing Bitta Bang
The Figurative Nail Hit On The Hair Strand Size Head!

Though no physician,
this aging baby boomer
absolutely, intuitively, and
unequivocally sensed hair loss (mine),
at first a speculative rumor
not simply in my (ahem) head,
no matter a minimalist groomer

nevertheless, thinning follicles,
upon dawning realization, sans medical
sought relief thru good humor,
though within this balding cerebral noggin
became repulsive as if my scalp
pulled pate rendered as a tumor.

Thus an unexpectedly present surprise
when in private consultation in the guise
as out patient client (early afternoon
December 19th, 2018),
where I did fraternize
and kibitz with the medical assistant

(old enough to be my...sister),
aye did exercise
mild mannered mien mean, aye do patronize
before doctor Rudolf (dearly 
reigned) Roth, a practicing
Dermatologist told me no lies

his instant karma knowledge - mainly his
thirty seven years expertise
sought to excise
a prominent non cancerous mole approximately
centered middle of back
a small patch of skin,

he needed to anesthetize
nonetheless, a reassuring persona,
yours truly did lionize
(not merely, cuz
he received a five star rating,
specialist under auspices

of Penn, Medicine)
in Radnor Pennsylvania),
his modest calm did neutralize
any uneasiness, as did his pronounced
humility earn kudos to idolize
such rarely present gentility, and

unwitting capacity did harmonize,
and maximize significance to me,
asper my thinning limp
hair logically rationalize
identified underactive thyroid gland

(hypothyroidism) tubby,
which didst legitimize
no hair brained rooted concern,
hence...less reason to catastrophize',
which for no reason I
wanted to mildly emphasize, 
hence choice to apostrophize...


Love - Shouldn'T Have Won

I
before a month, I knew that laugh
it was musical, promising so much
in caring, learning we don't know enough
about JESUS and his plans and such

II
then we prayed mornings at the Home
that mix of elder care and young tenants
rules said we could not fraternize, come
visiting at odd hours: i left because of rents

III
The rising cost of housing, albeit
It was a Senior Center, non-profit
It was perfect for sharing Jesus, and repeat
I was gone a few weeks and she located me

IV
That reunion made everything clear
I needed her near, or at least a Dear
Our ages poles apart, she had no fear
Of gossip, a gold-digger and The Senior

V
The days when you were gone (life calls)
Those days were a haze; I looked at the clock
Too often, at my Bible a little, friends were false
You came: the universe righted itself. Lover in shock
© Anil Deo  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member A Martian's Fantasy

The fantasy of a Martian like me
  is to explore Earth's vast blue seas
to fraternize with dolphins and whales
  to return to Mars with many a tale

of octopus, squid, stingrays and eels
  the intense water pressure one feels
perhaps experience rapture of the deep ~ 
  long as my fifteen heads get their beauty sleep

Dreams

DREAMS

Travel in peace, dreams of mine,
Into the land of color, the wonderful land of noble memories,
So that my blind spirit might see through the turquoise moon's eyes,
So that my tired spirit finds its peace in your sacred cradle.
Fly with the breath of Freedom,
So that you may sow the seed of young hope
In the courtyard of heavenly gates.

Travel in peace, dreams of mine,
To honor the many tears haunted by memories,
To honor the many stars haunted by lonely nights,
To honor the many winds haunted by prayers of the unfortunate.

Oh, Destiny, how heavy the cross must be to a dreamless man.
If I had to be born again
In a poor cradle,
I would once again agree to walk the dark streets of poverty,
If only my dreams would not abandon me.

Travel in peace, dreams of mine,
Into distant valleys of saturnine silences.
Find your humble home
In the infinity of human tragedies,
So that you may fraternize many unfortunates
With your merciful existence,
So that my lonely spirit can see the magnificent light
In the fraternal souls of people I hold dear.
  
©Walter William Safar

Fraternity of Fools

Your worst enemy is that best friend who encourages you 
to temporarily enjoy what will permanently destroy you 
Your best friend is that hater who pursued you into greatness,
your worst enemy is that lover who pampered you into great mess.
The enemies that make us run to God are better 
than the friends that make our relationship with God bitter. 
Those who refuse to choose their friends wisely
will lose their future fortune foolishly.
Do not snug a sluggard nor fraternize fools...
They are misery-merchants and devil’s timeless tools.
Those who mind the business of others efficiently...
often make loss in their businesses effortlessly.
There are people you should love from a great distance,
for they will rid your life of its rare radiance.
There are people we have to keep close to our heart
because they make sorrow and stress depart.
The fraternity of fools will never flourish,
The partnership of peace lovers will never perish.

Sunflowers and Butterflies

What a demonic way to demoralize?
When a player's most prestigious prize
is the pure pie between tender thighs...
these seeds are not for fools to fertilize.

What a lascivious way to liberalize?
When girls use skimpy skirts to advertise
their wares for freaky flirts to fantasize...
You are taunting them to tantalize.

What a gruesome way to galvanize?
When milky mounts become merchandise
for poor pedestrians to patronize...
their tools get tempted to terrorize.

What a marvelous way to mordernize?
when sisters learn to sensibly socialize,
and men's tools are trained to tranquilize...
sunflowers and butterflies will fraternize.

Life's Pseudo Sages

Lingering languages bowing to lovely lies
Men’s mansions begging to murder morality
Falling flowers born to fraternize frailty

Aces, Braces, Faces and Laces In Wintry Watersheds

Life lost in saline streams
Straining to see
Possibilities in reams and streams
Crane to love me

Although I desire nothing unproven
In the world I grapple to save
From madness and sadness woven
In webs only the brave

Dare to challenge
In the open where nerves
Bent on revenge
Achieve rubbish that serves

No useful purposes
In improving prospects 
For souls that befriend porpoises
Upon finding at their detriment suspects

Aren’t always guilty
Despite evidence claiming the world gets better
Now that the mighty
Grow less bitter

Engaging concerns
Thrown to back pages
For too long in urns
Where they rot for ages

Hoping dreams come true
For creatures great and small
Whose wisdom and freedom glue
Souls who can play ball

In efforts to fraternize
Erstwhile enemies
And modernize to incentivize
The growth economies

Need to plant sesame seeds
To grow goodwill
Through daring deeds
Whose efficient effects spill

To the general populace
Who longs for shelter
As technologies race
Forth to implement the letter

That signifies happiness
Flying into every quarter
Where it jettisons sadness
Drowning it into wintry water.

Premium Member Minstrel Wind and Dancer Lavender Romancing the Muse

Oh hypnotize, yon fields of grace, 
your supple stems in wind’s embrace 
and fill your scent my breathing space,
in sunlit rows and shadows 
mid fuzzy hum in meadows. 

Ahh bloom, dear blossoms, lavender!
Intoxicate the atmosphere;
a dalliance with yesteryear.
Do sway with rhythm blowy
sweet fleurs petite and showy,

do sway and let selves undulate 
with air in rhythm celebrate 
along with songs of windchimes, faint.
Oh dance, yes dance young breezes!
Romance the plume that teases 

and reaches for the gold in skies, 
where sylphs of sunset fraternize 
as earth and heavens fantasize 
of flowy ballerinas.
For gods a panacea

and too, my muse, as fingers sweep 
the silk of petals on spikes steep 
to wake my dreams that were asleep.
For long they lay forgotten 
their silver-gleam stems trodden. 

Oh rise in rhythm, wind! Do rise,
and gift my voice a tryst with chimes,
recite with lilt soprano rhymes...
Make smooth my pulse to groove through veins
like lavender in tufted waves
       ...and wind, let whirl the rooster’s vane.

Self Empowerment of This Shemevdik

Self Empowerment Of This Shemevdik...

January thirteenth two thousand
and nineteen will complete
mine third score orbitz round the sun,
(I can hardly believe that either)
who as a youth evinced

demure and effete
traits, and now weathered, Ongepatshket,
and plenty seasoned,
I feel ready to greet
a garrulous, humorous, and indecorous

Shikse for an indiscreet
liaison, where she will
get reddit to shutterfly,
and twitter like an uber keet
oozing with NON GMO

gluten and monosodium
glutimate saccharine dripping
with au naturale oversweet
ample bosom shapely waist,
and derriere replete

with plenty of junk in the trunk
cavorting, flirting, and issuing manumission
to fraternize, friskily frolic
fruitfully mixing bedlam with bunk
sundering politesse as a "FAKE",
gentlemanly, and honorable hunk,

when in truth,...this lapsed (Lou Zoo Lee)
christened nebish lunk
bookish, loutish, and wonkish teasing
seminarian formerly seclusive monk
keying into my inner philanderer,
yeah...yeah...yeah overdrunk

with prurient fantasies donning an imitation
of (guess who), one
narcissistic trumpeting punk
at heart my idol, no matter the teetering
ship of state he nearly countersunk,
which purportedly mirrors

his Wharton curriculum vitae,
which...well showed he nearly did flunk
apprenticed as POTUS with
FLOTUS attractive trophy
wife (number three) female chunk

and,...oh yes aesthetically
pleasing female real estate
from appearances marriage
barren and devoid of great
je nais sais quois, 

though Melania rarely irate,
and partial government shutdown of late
reverberating with fallout, that does oscillate
furloughed federal employees to perspire
principally at increased amortization rate.

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