Best Incorporating Poems
~STRIP TEASE~ Featuring:) SKAT
Silver Skimpy Ink, String, A POET DESTROYER's bling, bling
Think of me as a human ditty delicious decoration,
Something along the line of a sweet tooth temptation
Cherry tastes, between the slit of tender toast
Fine jumble jam slams down the tongueless throat
Dance like a diamond on The tight South Pacific Rim
I'll feed you with a slithering seductive sound
My hair soaking, -wet and wild, tonight I trim
A dulcet apple acrostic bottom, to squeeze the greed
Feathers, on top, poetic diction describing to please
At times, I'm in deep dire need of something sweet, and sour
Endless epic words, and ode to the naked poetic world
We The Women and Men of poetry,
Reveals far more than any nudity found in a bar
It does not matter how you do it or who you are.
I'm an entertainer, of Poetry,
The good, the bad, the freaking awesome
Don't worry, I keep my clothe On :)
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Symbol of the spiritual Sexy SKAT Slang
--Provocative-- A slippery succulent, scrumptious kiss
Counterparts working the tension, another arrant appetite
I am the Illuminati illusion, laminating luscious illustrated letters
Indulging in the, satire of one stilt spoken sunset
Like a child's spiking temperature, I often throw tantrums,
Teasing attentions, by incorporating a pole, paper and pen,
If someone is uncomfortable with facing the fact,
When I reveal everything, without removing my high heels
Then you must not be worldly or women and man enough
I love to spoil and slur my scenery, using my best assets
My strength and power parallel, any unique universe
That's how confident the audience makes me feel
We The Women and Men of poetry,
Reveals far more than any nudity found in a bar
It does not matter how you do it or who you are.
I'm an entertainer, of Poetry,
The good, the bad, fantastic and fabulous
Don't worry, I keep my clothe On :)
~A Poet Destroyer Collaboration~
In The Kitchen:
Hang a pound of hickory smoked thick sliced bacon
Cover the bacon with white paper towel to prevent splatters
Pre-heat oven to 350 degree
Cover baking sheet with silver aluminum foil
Place whole-wheat yeast rolls on the baking sheet
Dot each roll with luscious creamery fresh butter
Place rolls into the pre-heated oven
Place thick bacon into microwave oven to cook for ten minutes
Beat-up four eggs incorporating air add two tablespoons milk beat some more
Take out that aggression on those eggs
Cook omelet in preheated oil covered pan
Top that omelet with some shredded cheese just a little
Call everyone to come:
Breakfast awaits
His monkey-fascination made him own a “monkeyrium”
There, monkeys and cousin apes in their gladdening crusade freely reign
Unlike the sea creatures in the imprisoning aquarium
The funny troops have liberty in their haven’s domain.
Those monkeys, midst animated cartoon characters, are my son’s delight
Their cheerful quirks, especially that of Chimpanzee Charlie, won his heart
How they perk him up with their mirth-oozing sight
Along their varied careening turns and twists of witty art.
Caring monkeys caught first his curiosity in the creation story
Then they amused him as musicians in Noah’s floating zoo
Now, their charm’s presence is felt in my son’s territory
As they showcase their loving ways like humans do.
Yes, the monkeys are pulling my son’s faith-string of glad disposition
Pushing him to stride during his therapy sessions midst his disability
Prodding his spirit to get up with glee for his prayer position
Prompting him to sing… even amidst obvious difficulty.
My special child’s “monkeyrium” is his wondrous paradise
With monkey-ape-stuffed toys he plays with, and can dearly hold
Thru them, I thank and praise the Lord Who’s good and so wise*
For granting my blessed boy great privileges he can enjoy and behold!
*Jude 1:25 To the only wise God our Saviour, be glory and majesty, dominion and power, both now and ever. Amen.
First posted on May 21, 2018
Edited on November 26 incorporating the following words: Charlie, Cartoon, Characters, Curiosity, Careening And Crusade
2nd place, "Charlie's Cartoon Characters Curiously Careen And Crusade Poetry Contest"
Sponsored by Caren Krutsinger; judged on December 16, 2018.
I saw the rage in his gaze,
His seductive art
I felt his digitus medius, longing to write his name inside my ****.
He charged up as usual
Still looking little unsettled with a sudden crash of energy,
I wanted to escape the situation, but his grip was tight and manhood hard
Enough to melt me down and
Drown in his love
Bowing in front of him
like a slave for an individual.
I could feel his warm breath
on my already perspiring neck.
His phallus expanding
making me lose my sense.
With his each powerful thrust
I wanted to take everything off my soul
Deciding to surrender my body
In front of a beast, I collide.
After all the chaos he already caused
His eyes were clear and bright.
I was his trophy
He won, gambling his own life.
His pearl whites were giving me bruises
His rough palms were squeezing out my juices
His legs powerfully
Intertwined with mine.
His voice murmured in my ear narrating
His passion, sorrows, and mysteries he hides.
He collapsed on top of me and
I was still burning inside.
I felt unworthy of what was happening to me and his eyes kept reciting
"Darling, I love you!
You're mine."
He continued carelessly incorporating
his wildness in the purity of my life
Surely, he made me swoon over his voice
Reading my lips making filthy signs.
Over his obscene touch and erotic noise
It was the moment when I felt
I cannot take it more
I found my self engrossed even more in his crotch every time.
He knew what I yearned for
he gave it all to me slowly
tearing me apart.
His warmth lay on my belly
And we felt glued together for the rest of our life.
-Prithvi Gulati
Written: September 12, 2026, Not For Contest
I kindly request that everyone who read the poem offer a prayer for the world and attentively listen the lyrics in the video, to provide feedback on whether incorporating music into the poem would be useful or not, Thanks for your kindness.
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Dear World, I bring no Banner—
No trumpet for the brave—
But only hands grown weary
Of teaching hands to wave—
Let every border soften
Where frightened hearts divide—
And may the stranger's sorrow
Find shelter at our side—
The Earth has borne our thunder
Through cities turned to flame—
Yet still She gives us harvests
And calls us each by Name—
So let us choose the gentler—
The mercy we withhold—
For Peace begins so quietly—
One Heart—then another—held.
Winter is gone. Warm weather is here, and what better way to enjoy it than with a
picnic?
Shade
Ants
Watermelon
Potato Salad
Checkered Cloth
Lemonade
Wicker Basket
Fried Chicken
Meadow
Wildflowers
Snooze
Al Fresco
Iced Tea
Paper Plates
Cutlery
Kite
Salt and Pepper
Cups
Cheese
Chips
Thermos
Crackers
Frisbee
Napkins
Cookies
Bonus activity: Have children draw a picnic scene, incorporating at least 10 of these
words into the scene.
You have not experienced things the way I have
Because you are not me.
My tragedies could be your testimonies.
My Egypt may be your promised land.
All of your that girl is crazy stuff. Take it up with the big man.
My struggles are different from yours and God's victory,
For us is grander than what you can see outdoors.
The floors that you may have to spitshine with tears,
Is different from mine. Your breakthrough may occur.
In days and mine may take years.So talk about me inside,
And outdoors. God is diversity and all of us He adores.
I will not knock your struggle because I don't know everything,
About You. So I suggest toward me this is something you
Should not do. If you do God got you. He got me too.
I still love you He does too. You can't knock my hustle.
I came here with a job to do whether I'm employed to the King,
Or something made by made who calls themselves incorporating.
You knock my hustle because you don't know my struggle.
3-24-11
Let No Man Put Asunder
Such as ours the
gods had never granted passion
so harmonious even they
could not know such exultation.
Endlessly steeped euphoria,
absorbed until no need for balance
exists between us.
We are intertwined
enduring into the blackest
of black.
Soddered in pain
the cord refuses to unravel.
Kathryn McLoughlin
February 8, 2014
for a valentine contest incorporating the ten words: absorb, balance, endure, passion,
intertwined, exalted, harmony, steep, euphoria, endless.
Five ducklings feeding
The back of the camper bus
proudly sported the family
seven yellow stickers ducks
five little ducklings in a line
feeding on life presented to
the world growth sustenance
nourishment and meaning
For every fellow traveller
to ponder smile anticipate
what little team was to alight
at temporary destinations
sheltered tented playgrounds
swings and roundabouts
cul-de-sacs and traffic lights
To get all ducks into a row
once they emerged enriched
our little feeding station
food bank vital well and
fields of plenty needed
diverse and un-divided
attention chaos letting go
Meal times at times with rubber
ducks in bathtubs burping
passing winds of change
incorporating kilojoules
compassion love and swirling
compromise uncertain certainty
floated in the ocean of life
yet to be swum and dived in
with the buoyancy of living
Little duckling was still small
and sat beside as older
sister eager helper supervisor
when our triplet power three
in one as courtesy of nature
and individual little mouths
to feed lay on their backs
on sleeping bags as wonderment
in waiting for the spoon with
apple mush and cinnamon
to take its turn to reach their gums
To complete the pentagon
of childish folly serious fun
and exploration another little duckling
observed from inside womb in
its fertile spring to yet conjoin the river
contemplated when and where
to splash out into beauty question marks
and tribulations sparkling brotherhood
and food for life and pleasure
whirlpools cascades and little ripples
The spoon went one to one
and to another next to here and
there forward backward and beyond
my wildest expectations of what food
and feeding holding precious gifts
in hand released from nature
into nature ingesting measured
unimaginable and definite provision
nurtures nourishes what was what is
The birds have flown the nest
they feed and feed me just the same
and it is not just those trivial stickers
sign posts on the buzling bus
and more than ever and for
every one who wants to see the
picture depiction metaphor
the unsurpassed experience
which reminds me of simplicity of
gratitude and feeling warm inside
24th May 2016
Alphonse Mucha's art was so influential it helped create Art Nouveau.
A flamboyant sensuous style, with softness, swirls, curls and beauty.
It heralded and celebrated new art as a counterpoint
to the dawn of the harsh steel and smoke of the industrial revolution.
Inspiring the unique creations of architect Antoni Gaudí,
Sowing the seeds for another revolution in style - the Art Deco movement.
Mucha's style and grace in posters and art works truly showcased aesthetic vales
a flagrant appreciation of beauty, style and good taste.
It celebrated women, portrayed in flowing robes and curvaceous, poised with lush flowers in their hair.
There were halos, crescents, swirls and lots of flowers in the background.
The Art Nouveau movement embraced all forms of art and design
incorporating the swirls and curves of Mucha's paintings and posters including:
architecture, furniture, glassware, graphic design, jewelry, painting, pottery,
metalwork, textiles, advertisements, even appearing on Czechoslovakia's currency notes.
Alphonse Mucha's art and design are truly beautiful and inspirational.
for under 10$ an hourly wage
you too can be the lucky one
who rides around on the back of a pungent & filthy green
garbage truck for ten hours a day
hopping off and then back on at a
breakneck pace
in order to empty those large cans
filled with all the disgusting refuse that one can imagine,
but did you know about the action adventure life that comes with
this
profession?
the garbage man sees all
starting at 4am,
he is often greeted by inebriated women in robes
stumbling out to molest them on their lawn
even if it has begun to rain---
the garbage man needs to jump off the back of the truck
quick like a bunny
when the truck slides too far to the side of the road on hard terrain
almost hitting traffic signs
(which might very well decapitate the garbage man in question)---
the garbage man finds all of the little erotic nothings
which people throw away in their trash
but which end up tearing open in the dumping &
it isn’t hard to find out the existing realities,
those old men with **** libraries that are purged biweekly or
those couples who are trying to save their sex lives by
incorporating
sex toys &
bondage apparatuses---
he can be greeted by those who do not pay their bills & whose
garbage does not get picked up
by loud profanity,
sometimes people will even throw things at him if they are so inclined.
he is out there heaving your waste come rain or shine
with the garbage reeking in the hot summer sun
or with his fingers & toes freezing in the winter---
he’s tramping through the snow banks
with his hands double-gloved &
no lunch break in sight
as the truck runs on a strict time schedule---
he’s out there
doing another job that you won’t do yourself,
making less money than you &
scrubbing off the remnants with lava soap.
More than a superhero, certainly surpassing the best conquering knight
JESUS CHRIST*, my SAVIOR LORD is beyond utmost to highlight
Without HIM, I am nothing; yet He enhances me as struggling neophyte
HE completes my functionality's fullest by His eternal foresight!
Joy-Source midst salvation’s delight
Eternal life’s Lamp, always bright
Strength for great faith’s heavenly height
Upholder during divine fight
Soul’s fortress-Guard … all day and night.
Carrier of sins’ grievous blight
Hope-Giver along prayer-plight
Resurrection against death’s might
Imparter of pure wisdom’s light
Sanctifier with pardon-white
Teacher-Mentor of truth and right.
Sustainer of spiritual sight
Assurance-Granter against fright
Vanquishes Devil’s fatal bite
Instructs toward service aright
Omnipotent; acts great to cite
Redeemer: Scriptures did indite.
Leader, exemplary upright
Omniscient, showing guilt’s termite
Restorer; His heart does invite
Driver toward holiness’ flight!
The more that I draw nigh to HIM sweetly, sans guilt spite
I'm sufficed and satisfied triumphantly by His love, never finite
With gratefulness' praise, I worship Him gloriously with heart contrite
Serving Him while ministering to others earnestly... as I work and write.
*John 14:6 Jesus saith…, I am the way, the truth, and the life: no man cometh unto the Father, but by me.
A Dramatic Monologue Incorporating the forms Acrostic, Name and Monorhyme.
February 2, 2019
Edited on September 6, 2022
2nd place, "Superhero or Supervillain" Poetry Writing Premier Contest
Sponsored by Robert James Liguori; judged on 9/21/2022.
You will begin to see yourself as spiritual support for all the
Good work being done
Through your parish if you can stay away from the following:
Negativity: Negativity usually starts with a few disgruntled
people who complain about virtually everything
Can spread like wildfire
The best way to deal with negativity is to address it head-on
by asking some key questions
Gossip: Gossip is negativity directed at a person or a group
of people in the parish
Every parish has gossip-mongers whose own insecurity drives them to put others down as a way of feeling better about themselves
The best way to deal with them is directly by asking why others really need to know the things they share
Or by asking how others can help the person whose reputation is at stake
Or by just
Ignoring it
Cliques: Sadly, people involved in a clique usually don’t think
of themselves as “cliquish.” They’ve just been running things for so long
that they rely on the same people over and over to help Sometimes they just need a friendly reminder to invite others
Newcomers also often benefit—and help the parish
Refusal to change: Tradition is good
But when parishioners become too rigid or too liberal about how the way things have “always been done”
A parish can quickly begin to decline
Change is never easy
Try to find a balance that will maintain some time-honored traditions
Including devotional practices
While incorporating new ways of doing things and involving new people in doing them
No parish is perfect
Even the best parishes can improve
Imagine what would happen if every person in the parish did one little thing to make the parish better!
prosaic prologues bewitch
feeble minded scribe doth undertakes
tend toward lugubriousness ring tone
for goodness sake
echoing across,
a figurative lake woebegone, where quake
shutters latched storm windows,
clapped closed winter season didst make
physical environment lachrymose
analogous to imp pond durable dark lake
where sits inside secluded hut,
this fledgling author named Jake
a former cub (scout) at a loss
to string together an aria
tomb other nature and NOT FAKE,
sepulchral paeon to divine Gaea, Mother Earth
especially incorporating
mutisyllabic (sesquipedalian) words,
which exertion
on par with giving birth
(or so I guess),
a particularly heavily pregnant laden dearth
of help mates, doubling demonstrably
deadly duty devoid of mirth
totally tubular taxing toll,
an essentially unbearable
effort with bulging girth
whereat digestion consumes
latent mental ambition,
especially toasty warm near the hearth
which hitherto unknown to any reader
twas Xmas fabrication and fiction
no crime committed, nor animals harmed
in the making of diction
aery necessary entrapping unsuspecting intellect
to comprehend somber benediction
unless perchance one lone wolf
bait Oven English Major
with Westernization
topped off with a European
debunaire suave acculturation
even luckier if hypothetical personage
dips daintily into forays epicurean,
though careful,
and alert since church fathers
would frown on parsonage
whose natural born ardor,
a spiritual abduction
stealing austerity, complacency, and objection
toward forced irrational schemas
averse to abnegation
unfair imposition
to foist upon pruriant predilection
also impossible
to sequester arbitrary animal urges,
punishing call of the wild,
sowing seeds a beastial accusation
considered averse,
then imposition contrition!
Haunting reflections cast in an ebony mirror,
implacable opaque surface did hypnotize.
Cool and aloof demeanour enriched allure:
I knew not whether death or madness awaited
but, for you, I was willing to take that chance.
Wrenched from obscurity and raised above all others,
I bathed in your glory, subservient to your whims.
Symbiotic relationship did flourish 'til
betrayal's brutal blade struck mortal blow.
Grievous crimson gash gouged straight through my heart;
this wound so far beyond suture to ever mend.
Mournful melodies replaced euphoric harmonies
as once-exquisite veneer cracked and peeled away.
With your true nature now finally exposed,
our lustrous spark has been forever extinguished
and this wicked masquerade has come to an end.
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(C) 3rd June 2017
For the "Write me Something Deep and Dark Contest" by Laura Loo.
(10th Place)
Incorporating the following words:
ebony, obscurity, masquerade, aloof, death,
hypnotize, suture, veneer, crimson, opaque.