Best Initiations Poems
Surrender to rhythmic initiations,
Moan and groan with accusations,
In foreplay rushes see passion release;
Intoned rumble in her fermented pleas.
Fulcrum strokes in the crazy display,
Freaked-out embedded techniques?
Rapture tunes these percussion beats,
Anticipation bolts in delight of thrill meets.
Love squeals in her ecstasy shrieks,
Quivers torment the resonating geeks,
Smitten desire bitten and tweaked,
Brimming lust probes petals sweet.
"G" flows on high in the heated pitch,
Pulse and quakes in the drum stick glitch,
Bewitching thump and the hard kicks
Drum-rolls tenderness to my tricks:
Gentle fingers brush my face
Followed by a loving embrace
Soft kisses caress my lips
As my self restraint soon slips
Following my clothing to the floor
At the nervous expectations
Of your initiations
My body no longer standing
Your actions becoming more demanding
Touching and taunting
Each sensation haunting
Causing my limbs to quiver
As even you begin to shiver
Soon spreading open my legs
For the part of you that begs
Gasping at the firm heat
My fingers grip the sheet
Your muscles growing tight
As the sensations reach their height
Creating verbal elations
Of our passionate demonstrations
Through which time stops
As the weight of your body drops
Making us flesh to flesh
A sweaty sighing mesh
Leaving only our eyes to meet
The event so complete
While you whisper in my ear
Words of love so sincere
That finally we fall to rest
Your arms around me, my head on your chest
You played the game of thrones
with devious glee and amoral passion
Nothing was too low for you to stoop to
Your career-cutting teeth were honed
in staid institutions of medieval bastions
Ruling class initiations helped toughen you,
made you understand
the necessary things you needed to do
But, it was only part of the game,
you always knew
On graduation day,
you were thrust into the political arena
against an old, crafty pachyderm lion
He had tough, scarred skin,
and you had to fight dirty for your first win ...
but it's a different world,
now that you're an incumbent
Some say you were looking rather presidential
A few years have now rolled around,
and your party's touting you for the crown
It seems easy enough ...
you're going up against an unseasoned rookie
So you start off by giving him a sound byte cookie,
hoping he stick his greedy hand in the jar
Then you put a couple of honeys around his hands,
and sent the curious media bees after him, buzzing
That made the amateur millionaire boiling mad,
then you talked trash about his wife and his dad
You was slinging the mud, often and fast,
loaded with plenty of ammo from his dirty past
Made your arch-rival raise the white flag of surrender,
and the path to the throne littered with so many pretenders
Now you're the king sitting high atop all alone,
with all your enemies vanquished and subdued
Cast off to the wayside,
as you penthouse gaze with a panoramic view
Having satiated thoughts of conquest
It was never personal ... it was only politics,
you always knew
There was a great businessman from Kyrgyzstan
that earned money extremely fast,
gone far ahead from Bill Gates, Donald Trumps and Lee Hant,
from Arabian sheikhs and Russian oligarchs,
sucked money from oil and gas tubes,
even the richest man in the planet, mister Putin,
who has created the Kremlin joint venture,
and others publics initiations quenched
belittled before him as Lilliputin,
even the Chineses multiple dragon billionaires,
walked and danced before him in the clouds and airs.
People just cannot to spend what he reward,
produce, accumulate and replicate
so it was the biggest problem for everyone
in his country, EU, US, Singapore and Philippines
and in Global stock markets
how save from tsunami of his cash, backs, euro, web money and other values and treasures
from various side bursted and overflowed
when he asked to all, pledged and crying
bring my money, credit and loan, please,
just for nothing I even add to your account and card
some extra bonus, discounts and grants
or present you mersedes, opel, sedan.
The poor great billionaire from Kyrgystan.
he earned money much faster than World spend and demand
finding out the sacred and mystic equation
and left and buried right in the center
of wealth producing, fountaining universe.
wishing he had sung his prayers last night
from both ends to the middle
fell to the ground in adoration
tore a wake through the ink stains
but not from satisfaction
plastic Jesus hold my head
a round of applause for once
or even just a soft murmur
from those in your employ
parked way out in Kokomo
my interrogator professor Zworykin
said quietly we want information
I knew I was up **** creek
without an assault rifle
with various blunt objects
aimed at what was left of my head
initiations with disfigurement
so have a melodic answer he encouraged
yah well the Third Reich fell from bad music
I spat like a backwards vampire
the swelling is an obstacle
I added for evidence I mean emphasis
the King of the Scarabs was neither mollified
nor inclined to use less aftershave
a great rectum of a situation
which is a poem in itself
I got in a few imaginary hits
before he called in the hockey franchise
with their many novel effects and manifestations
such as hugely distended penises
not at all like the computer club
fart gigglers and Balaam anointed
who sang as they worked
that's how we laugh the day away
in the merry merry Land of Oz
always a help to morale in the trenches
to use a dirty semaphore
for the male power hug
cracking walnuts with hydraulics
the Scarab King was a backhanded guy
strung out on endless platitudes
this is a spit shine day men
do your regimentation proud
they wavered then cheered then wavered
when the going got tough
and it seemed to often
for your present narrator
they allocate security personnel
in my case a comic endorphin gigolo
the hand of a spell upon his brow
good lord not another eccentric botanist
bedecked with the fabled Trinkets of Mouthgate
traffic fines double in poet zone
former servant of the hypno-avatar
with his blemish free goats
and his tunnel vision paparazzi
hI I'm Joe Product family friend
half con half circus half fury
screaming on the rack
my one line in the play
whatever will I do now
From "Engine of Didactic Beauty" available on Amazon
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We had
met and conversed,
a rapport on first sight-
a chance meeting to a life's time
delight
that
Summer
evening silken,
long..an encounter of
initiations together
explored
as
Desire
welled within-
words became a promise
so sublime,to love now and for
all time.
A quintile is a poem of linked American cinquains
Hermes
10,500BC was the Hermes and Ra-Ta time,
They built the great pyramid with its facing stones of lime,
Hermes the Architect with the great High Priest Ra-Ta ,
Built the great pyramid used mental levitation, yes sir-ah.
Sleeping Prophet Cayce earlier was Ra-Ta you see,
And Jesus came later, when Hermes, Ascended Master be, (Hermes had Ascended)
John the Baptist and the Master, their initiations, did, (Jesus was Adam too)
Their time in Egypt at the Great Pyramid . ( his 1st begotten son)
The healing chamber in the Pyramid,
Rejuvenated old Ra-Ta,
Young enough now for Isris, (later Isis)
lovely temple dancer.
Ra-Ta the fatherless, (did not look like a local at birth)
pale child with eyes of blue,
Would prophesise was very wise,
On every subject too.
Atlantis island, last was ready to go under,
The written thought the knowledge sought,
On how to harness thunder.
Knowledge store a chamber bore,
Tween right paw of the Sphinx,
Ali Hawass? seeks the store, (Egypt's Antiquity man)
Towards the Nile he thinks.
Don Johnson
Seems 5 Adams came into the world in 5 different colors.
Arron?, Moses' spokesman to Pharoah was another version of Jesus
John the Baptist had been Elijah? earlier
("Thothermes Trismestigus," means "Thrice Greatest
Hermes.")
Ra also stated that the Great Pyramid was a healing chamber that was used to concentrate
aetheric energy.
AMERICAN CINQUAINS
Poems
in shapely form,
displaying syllables
or stresses in a versatile
refrain.
Created. by both Adelaide Crapsey & William Soutar
LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT-a quintile(LINKED cinquains)
We had
met and conversed,
a rapport on first sight-
a chance meeting to a life's time
delight
that
Summer
evening silken,
long..an encounter of
initiations together
explored
as
Desire
welled within-
words became a promise
so sublime,to love now and for
all time.
MY FONDEST MEMORY
My love
Beguiled me,with
Soft sensuous lips,sleek
Long thighs with rounded hips,twinned heart's
Enlaced
with
Eyes closed
As lips caressed,
Mouths joined,impassioned
Tongues explore,in our love's embrace,
Time-framed
in the
The warmth
Of love's invite
Encompassed my desire,
In two soft whispered words of love,
Be mine !
ANOTHER QUINTILE
Long days
Of August sun
Where nature blinks and shrinks
The dying grass,yellowed in sleep-
Held fast
as
Oat grass
Tinted old gold
Shimmers on tall green stems;
On a clear warm light of evening sun-
Back-lit
the
Brimstone
Awakens,then
From each flower hovers
On the drying wind of the breeze-
Sun-lit.
CINQUAIN EPIGRAM
Beauty
free from above
embedded in our heart-
His loving-kindness ..ready to
impart
THE TRIO
These be
the keys to life,
faith,hope and agape,
love,the greatest gift of all three-
to thee !
L1 is the opening line to TRIAD
the American Cinquain by Adelaide Crapsey
MISTAKES
Hurry
Takes its toll as
In our daily stroll,we
From deepest ruts of blind alleys
Quicken.
THE CINQUAIN untitled
How slight
The petal of
A poppy,flowering-
So much like us,beautiful,yet
Fragile.
Crimson robed closed eyes
in the Holy See
that don’t say
Upper chamber veiled deceit —
A wizard wand wave
in the Sistine Chapel cache cave
Young boys’ virgin olive oil innocence
sacrificed on the sunken altar
of concupiscence
Lust incense burning
the foul odor of debauched decadence
Nothing done before, nothing much done since
Hence the revered rosary silence
Abominable sexual disorientation initiations
Unspeakable
pagan rituals performed
behind a violate abbey veil
C2 Official Oz omission,
as rectory revealed
by cloaked wizards of fake contrition
Crimson robed closed eyes
in the Holy See
that don’t say
Scarlet epistle letter of lewd villainy,
piously disguised
by the pompous, pentagram pinnacle up high
Upper room naked transgression,
done with libidinous indiscretion
C2O foul emissions: Poisonous omissions,
now covered by staged admissions
Tainted confessions,
false tear atonements accepted
with mock grace
Calculated filthy lucre decisions
made by craven Kraken, cardinal sin closed eyes
in the Unholy Sea
that do prey
Cursed creatures of the UnHoly See,
who serpentine sway ...
Wavy paper algae
laundered movements of sorcery integrity
Ecumenical wizard necromancy;
triple digit last rites,
cadaver chants for
mint marked dead idolaters descending
Headed towards that bottomless valley —
the bane, barren Potter’s field ...
where all the lascivious Judas priests be
We had
met and conversed,
a rapport on first sight-
a chance meeting to a life's time
delight
that
Summer
evening silken,
long..an encounter of
initiations together
explored
as
Desire
welled within-
words became a promise
so sublime,to love now and for
all time.
A quintile is a poem of linked American cinquains
LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT
We had
Met and conversed
A rapport on first sight
A chance meeting..to a life-times
Delight
that
Summer
Evening,silken
Long..an encounter of
Initiations together
Explored
as Desire
Welled within
Words became a promise
So sublime,a love now,and for
All time
Listen to me read this poem aloud on youtube today under name of ichthyschiro
Shades of grey
By Michelle Morris
26/10/2022
We often live in grey
Seldom the black and white
We live with the colours we choose
We're not restricted to any palette
All the choices that we make
All the things we say and do
Everyone who we ever meet
Has an impact on me and you
Some of it will be good
Some of it will be great
Some of it will be awful
Some of it will be initiations
But no matter what happens
Choice is the power we hold
Let your spirit guide and help you
To be the best you the Universe will know
Life so often moves
Between varying shades of grey
Sometimes it misses the colours
Because survival is the focus daily
But if we take the time
To explore the beauty of this life
We can experiment with all the colours
That the Universe invites
© Michelle Morris, 2022
Year 2013
Lots of grand openings
Lots of love
Lots of initiations
Lots of innovations
Lots of interesting finds
Lots of favors
Lots of givings
Lots of far out finds
Lots of foods
Lots of ongoing deeds
Lots of your work
Lots of your dedication
Lots of affection
Lots of fever
Lots of different projects
Lots of friends
Lots of individual wisdom
Lots of fun
Lots of doers
Lots of finance
Lots of development
Lots of arrivals
Lots of joy
Lots of you
Love
Lord
LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT
We had
met and conversed,
a rapport on first sight-
a chance meeting to a life's time
delight
that
Summer
evening silken,
long..an encounter of
initiations together
explored
as
Desire
welled within-
words became a promise
so sublime,to love now and for
all time.
MY FONDEST MEMORY
My love
Beguiled me,with
Soft sensuous lips,sleek
Long thighs with rounded hips,twinned heart's
Enlaced
with
Eyes closed
As lips caressed,
Mouths joined,impassioned
Tongues explore,in our love's embrace,
Time-framed
in the
The warmth
Of love's invite
Encompassed my desire,
In two soft whispered words of love,
Be mine !
NATURE
Long days
Of August sun
Where nature blinks and shrinks
The dying grass,yellowed in sleep-
Held fast
as
Oat grass
Tinted old gold
Shimmers on tall green stems;
On a clear warm light of evening sun-
Back-lit
the
Brimstone
Awakens,then
From each flower hovers
On the drying wind of the breeze-
Sun-lit.
KIN
So sad
full of care
the face of nan,
life,lines her beauty
so fair-
this girl
full of care,
this face of love
'cross memmory's chasm
I stare,
so sad-
youthfulness
we could not share
apart by kin's time-line
divide
"Dedicated to all Grand-mothers everywhere
The perplexity of my complexion
Is a God given blessin’
But many have been stressin’
Life’s annoying lessons
That’s in need of correction
But in no need of perfection
Due to the detection
Of affection
In my isolated section,
The convection
Of my teachings
Is telling others that cheating
Requires excessive beatings
And no need for greetings
But communications and meetings
For a love that’s leaking
Not knowing others are peaking
At a heart that’s bleeding,
Weight gain from eating
Heartache from seeking
Guidance from three kings
But joy is what He brings
Know that He brings Holy things,
Many interpretations
Of our situations
That you and I are both facing
Results in two hearts racing
No longer pacing
To live in this nation
Living for education
But difficult due to complication
Like a lack of concentration
Which causes frustration
Resulting in lyrical conversations
Ranging from my altercations to my temper’s escalation
Not in a slower but in a faster nation
But know that the Lord is my shepherd
And I’m in His pasture nation.
In fluctuation results in congregations
Which goes through separation
As a result segregation
Puerto Ricans and Haitians
All apart conversations
About which of the two will enter the 50 state nation.
All sparks from hateration
And also playerhation
But nobody knows
For whom we all should be waiting
Because we’ll feel that sensation
Of the heavenly initiations
With heavenly operations
Living with heavenly occupations
Heavenly organization
Made by His Heavenly creations
While the devil is getting impatient
And pissed off like urination
This poem has no formation
But I’m still lyrically lacing
Because this is the making
Of something So Poetic!!!!!