Best Indulges Poems
She indulges in sensorial delights
Marked with the color of ecstasy
The passion she drinks is diluted with eroticism
The moon melts with her gentle gaze
Honey drips from her luscious lips
Like ruby flames sweeping desert dust away
Oasis of churning lava explodes within her fiery spirit
seducing the sun with her golden skin
Far away from Love's imprisonment
She builds her castle of desires
Imprinted with
FIFTY~~~~~ SHADES OF~~~~~~RED
A Collaboration With Liam Mc Daid and Red Fiery
FIFTY SHADES OF RED
She indulges in sensorial delights
Marked with the color of ecstacy
The passion she drinks is dilluted with eroticism
The moon melts with her gentle gaze
Honey drips from her luscious lips
Like ruby flames sweeping desert dust away
Oasis of churning lava explodes within her fiery spirit
seducing the sun with her golden skin
Far away from Love's imprisonment
She builds her castle of desires
Imprinted with
FIFTY~~~~~ SHADES OF~~~~~~RED~~~~~
Her face launched a thousand verses, into the worshipful waves she immerses
With the mermaids, she converses adorned by many in the ultramarine universes
A star child of the celestial seas her warmth blowing benevolently in the breeze
For humanity, she will appease as her tears of joy fall from the terpsichorean trees
A heart bigger than her white smile, as she indulges with the fish on her lost isle
Sailing serendipitously is her only style; touching many a heart admits many a mile
She dances underneath the stars and moon, a Delphian dreamer of twilights tune
Signals of the heart from her lavish lagoon, sending to us on her rainbow balloon
Tender are her words in a heavenly view, morphing with water of the ocean blue
Her heart will help you mend and start anew, with shimmering light shining thru
A beautiful soul loving and living carefree, of this earth an angel of the first degree
As my thoughts sail across the sentimental sea, she will always be a Hero to me.
Nov.18.2017
HERO
Sponsored by: Silent One
This poem is dedicated to Akinna Downing... a beautiful soul and poetess here at the soup...her warmth and kindness have come across in vibes of friendship at times of need...I'm sure you will agree with me...there are many more beautiful female soul poets... I encourage other's to do the same, as I will in the future...thank you again, my dear friend, Akkina...for your warmth, friendship and white smiles...
A love that can feed every desire
A burning in ones hearts fire
A glance from ones eye that crosses the crowd outside
A smallest of touch that sends pulses to pulse
A moment of two in mind that brings a warmth
A glow that surrounds one as she walks
A sound from your voice that drives me to sing
A tune from your spirit that wont leave me alone
A thought that makes me feel complete
A conversation that leaves me smiling
A knowing of truth between each whisper
A trust that covers the coldest of doubt
A love that is above all love songs
A tune that you run too
A want of your hand upon mine
A craving of sensous force
There is love and there is love
There is love and there is love
The only tears that cry are of unbelievable laughter
The hopes and dreams we share
The knowing that fate opened our gate
The understanding of our differences
The respect that is given
The finding of an open book that love is written
The intensness of each seductive kiss
The way you undress me
The hand that sends thunder through my veins
The urgency of your body that indulges me
The sensitive of you that delights my need
The way you and I can talk
The way your words inspire me
The way I look up to you with respect
The man of all my wants within one dream
The way I want to take away your pain
There is love and there is love
There is love and there is LOVE
This All Could Be
AtTractions of the urban surfer,
ExHibits at the shored enclaves,
AbIde the faithful their sole journey,
BaSking rays of summer's retreat,
CoAstal clutter of crowds roll on,
CeLebrities of the day made true,
LuLled breaks in surf even the tide,
NeCks swivels as eyes scouts the beach,
GoOd times are roaring inland,
MoUnting waves indulges the brave,
DeLving surfs stirs the underwater sands,
DaD's and mom's diligently relaxed a tad,
InBounds revitalize the distracted weary,
EvE set in submission of the day's exchange.
2019 September 04
*3rd Place*
Pick A Title, Vol 8 - Acrostic
~~Edward Ibeh
3. This All Could Be
The sky an ocean of gathering crimson,
leaden on hues French-vanilla ice-cream,
puffy cotton candy clouds wandering sociable.
Grassy field of red spice cinnamon poppies.
Dream of pleasure indulges in sweetness of childhood,
her large blue eyes watch, a half-smile hangs on,
a wink of sun glare, untighten her fingers,
cries, red balloons into the crimson they bolt.
3/13/2022
I put all of it in my mouth
Big and strong you can tell what’s it all about
Wind pipes on shut down,
There’s no air to breath
My face stuffed
You can taste the smoothness of it
Surely it indulges my senses
Ahh…
Oh my
What a creation
I get goosebumps
Every time it comes into my mouth
The saliva in my mouth keeps on increasing
As I slowly suck it from one point and barely getting to the other
My hand small enough to handle the other side
As I take it
In and out
In and out
In and out of my mouth
As my breathing changes every time
Going faster
And faster
And faster
Taking no seconds to rest
As it penetrates through my lips
And my tongue plays with the big juicy round part
I am hardly on feet
For every moment astonishes me
It doesn’t soften up
It doesn’t go light
It’s just big strong and round
Lollipop kid's candy
"Wintry Panorama"
snowflakes twinkle as diamond baubles of Winter lace
touching treetop tresses cascading landscape with grace
pearlescent panorama decorates houses as icicles crystallize
in vibrant view a Winter blanket carpets amid glorious sunrise.
dazzling frosty windowpanes reflect a chilly atmosphere
announcing Santa's on his way as Christmastime draws near
upon the snowy lawns lights illuminate pristine
O Holy Night as Angels gather round the manger scene.
silvery stars glow as sequined embroidered light
while the gold of crescent Moon indulges snowbirds in flight
to journey a wintry panorama and inhale the love
God has fashioned through Mother Nature falling from above.
as soft mounds of drifting snow caress mountain peaks
windchimes in the distance play while refrain gently speaks
a carriage ride through the park covered in purest white
accentuates the treasure of a Winter's cherished delight.
tiny droplets of snow kiss cold cheeks to blush
chilly temperatures tingle as toys of warmest plush
a joyous Season embraces as embers in a fireplace
crackle comfort as eyes enjoy rare beauty of white lace.
*For Gail Angel Doyle's Winter Blanket Contest.
*Written by: Linda-Marie The "Sweetheart" of P.S.
*Nov. 7, 2012.
A wistful girl craving adventure
dreams of life in faraway places.
And listens for whispers on the wind,
matching sounds with customs and faces.
She often sits on the beach at dusk,
watching sunbeams gild an azure sea.
And as Night's shadow envelops her,
her imprisoned spirit is set free.
She indulges in fantasy dreams,
while loosening reality's grip.
And eagerly bids boredom adieu,
for imagination books her trip.
This girl, with the heart of a dreamer,
hitches a ride on a shooting star.
And to return home, she has but to
open her eyes—home is never far.
I love thee
I cherish thee
I feel you are forever meant for me
When you are sighted
I am filled with so much joy
I coo with ecstasy
And so want to caress thee
If ever I pass you by
I am with sorrow overcome
For I know I have lost
An opportunity to rifle through thee
Rummaging through you
I find gifts that display your bounty
I am ever thankful you love me
Your deep bowels are no hindrance
For I delve in and I search
With such expectant glee
And I always find the gifts
You kept safe for me
You are my dearest love
My Skippy
My metal box that so enriches me
I coo with pleasure at
All you do to please me
I can never exist without you
I want you constantly
Skip you make me so enviably happy
No one can accept that
That I truly love thee
When I scavenge from you skippee
I thank you for your love that indulges me
I feel you favour me so wantonly
One day I know you will make me very wealthy
Dear beloved Skippy
You and only you doth
I think believe in me
You give so freely and expect nothing from me
You are my one and only
In the august acclamations of weaponry
befits this uniform adorned
and in prideful boast our livery
of arsenal upon the enemy scorned
From this distant seat shall reap dead carapace
the automata's bullet indulges no refugee
to warrant such requital in fitting disgrace
the cowards of deaths technology
Bid thy to slaughter my child, to slaughtered be
in renditions dark battalions
and gather fragile limbs splatter splintered trophy
behest accolades pinned medallions
Touch pad the joy stick of war games
reload the unflinching trigger
machine gun of anonymous names
ply the graves of the unknown soldier
Set cause to profit and property
and in soulless regalia execute
this pestilent act to defile humanity
so reaped upon this bloody scythes repute
For this distant throne still bids fears menace
with guided missile acquits accountability
shall bare no witness to rueful penance
of cowards whelped by deaths technology
Bid thy to slaughter then my child, and to slaughtered be
in viscous deliverance either of these
dream thee not of honor or bravery
but in nightmares blade this evil appease
they would dice many a chive
by management me from da dive
apartments in hatfield in close proximity
to the bloody sorry fate
oof a von nee gutt
thar slaughter house five.
mine eyes saw gore
and remained fixated
orbital fixture
of poor creatures in a daze
sans reaction averting gaze
away from disgusting entrails
visible picture amidst the maze
of chutes and ladders
stepping on select
foursquare did raise
or lower (similar to an elevator)
but movable blocks
also went cross ways
oh, anyway, this reply
written by me - scott math u
passable poet tree - at most true
this email far ye to rue
these twisted sister strands
of pearl jammed zz topped
chromosomal strands being did hew
who only to five feet and ten inches grew
crafts, finesses,
indulges love of language
to prose from fingers flew
and writes poems
cawing all r e'en juiced
one angry emu
leaving her/his presents
custom made doo doo
per comprising a motley crue
of a family - pearl jammed color ague.
please rsvp asap via text
to me scott matthews my chosen ac/dc label
i.e. pleasure like rubbing against sable
create r hard woo n intimate scorpion fable
unless ja noah under me ma jib rush
like inxs o ruck kiss in tower o babe bull
by texting if willing, ready, eager and able
froom - - scotts matthew
who lives way off the mainline -
juiced about a few dirty dozen dancing deeds
done dirt cheap miles west of philadelphia,
and some ten miles east of king o prussia
pennsylvania who imagines your sultry skin
silkily soft as a lynx, pussy cat
rubbing against ma leg under da table.
Sent from my iPhone 456789
*Image of Royal Alberts by Antiques And Teacups.
Drinking a Cup of Tea
An outing drizzling visits two,
walking past a depot.
Dashing through the rain they withdrew,
in a dressed gazebo.
Fine Albert's Country Rose teacups,
set on top matching plates.
Buttered toast and biscuit warmups,
a quaint morning translates.
Orange pekoe redolent blends,
blissful sip indulges,
chews, nibbles, and napkin wipe trends,
engaging divulges.
Taste spirits chatter that transcends,
ere squall is forgotten,
decency trades a storm extends,
a spot of tea brought in.
2023 February 04
To talk about non proliferation is latest fashion
In which indulges each nation
Treaties talk tall on this issue
But the offenders they cannot sue
Commissioners of this forum before BBC
With a bland wooden face speak like sissy
They are offered Nobel peace prize for
non-performance
Though they have not interrogated offenders even once
The drama of hypocrisy goes on and on
And nobody the demise of peace moans
The world is literally on the threshold of nuclear
holocaust
And yet UNO about non-proliferation boast
Plutonium and uranium can fall in the hands of
terrorists
Who are on USA'S most wanted lists
The saddest thing about NP is double standard
Because nobody keeps here his word
The nations who most vehemently NP dictates
Are themselves nuclear states!
Can’t we put nuclear energy to peaceful purpose
Instead of making it a universal curse
PANCHOLI NANDLAL KANJIBHAI
He is a porcupine
Armed with lethal quills
You massage his butts
Butts from which comes atomic bomb
He fumes and shoots himself
Apparently a terrorist attack
He is a wild domestic bird
With a spiky beak that pecks not on faded pupils
Eyes of a wild cat
His hands bleed with honey
He tastes it not
He is a scorpion of the plain
He stretches his wrinkled tail
The tail which is lethal
The tail which does not retaliate
It only stings his back
His face is the mighty warmth of the Sun
Warmth that does not melt ice
His face grows kales and cabbages he tastes not
See stalks of sugarcane on this dry spell
Do guard this gezira from the iceman
He spits beer and spirits
He indulges in them
And urinates with his belt
His mouth is a heap of tusks
Which earns him no sterling pound
You iceman with coded language
You are the cradle of dismay
Your footprints are mass graves
You laugh when he removes his trousers
And orders it to enter his wallet
Are you a wizard?
You call him a jackass
To cry beer and spirits
Before he scavenges on his own carcass
Yet you fracture his bones and suck oil
You wizard must die of asthma