Best Instincts Poems
D-Don’t feed elephants, they’ll take over your room
A-Avoid crocodile tears, they might also mushroom
V-Visit your grand-mere she’s not a wolf in costume
I-If you meet 3 pigs on the way, go home use zoom
D-Don’t take me for a chicken, I came from a womb
By David Kavanagh
Years have come and gone
and the woman in me has seen
the love of the ancients in a dream
the constancy of time...gleams
nothing is as it seems
as I stand before you
I am ripe with age
No longer in the blush of my prime
No longer....sublime
I stand before you
with all my womanly wiles
and all of seduction's sighs spent
Innocence washes over me
carrying me back
on the streams of longing
pouring over me from
the depth of your eyes
birthing in me
the hidden instincts of innocence
as I stand before you
Transformed...
I am a girl again
not yet a woman
not having tasted
the pleasures of passion's gratification
I stand before you
In a voice of wispy wonder and wanton willingness
I whisper your name.....
You stand before me
stepping into the time of Before
both you and I
on the edge of discovery
with the shyness of virgin wants
we stand...
I look down at your hands
As you gently undress me
you peel away inner garments
of time and age
until I am....bare
A blooming beauty of blushing youth
I see it mirrored in your eyes
before I close mine
and venture into this dreamed reality
dressed....
in the instincts of innocence
I float on clouds of awakening need
sensations never felt
tingle a telling tale of sweet sensuality
I feel your fingers trace my lips
as one of them gently dips inside my mouth
I envelope it with a prophetic wetness wild
as it slides and it glides inside...
my innocence....hides
We no longer stand
you make me lie down
with guiding hand
You hove above me
discovering, touching, and tasting
My love for you
in honeyed dew
I come for you
you come in me
innocence now history
We intertwine the time
of before and now
Somehow
We're set free...
How can it be?
You have made....
a woman out of the girl in me
Eileen Manassian
Too late for Justin Bordner's Contest :(
Instincts of Innocence
Take my hand Love,
to where the stars hide
above the upper blue of hot day,
burning on the fingertips of Eternity's forbidden skin
waiting within the thin melody of ivory savagery
for us to escape the boundaries of silent imagination,
we must go to where they struggle for our blessing
we must see the symbol that we survive for high in their souls
listen to the age of their light, taste the wisdom of their words,
I need you to come with me to the birthplace of my love for you
I need you to feel the movement of our young future in your honest ear,
let them witness the love catalyst, launch between our heart bound eyes
and in the finesse of our body fire they will know the faith and furor of stellar success
as comet accents furnish the secrets of ancient suns with crystal hymns
reflecting the atomic romance burgeoning blissfully in the volcanic skies of our combined minds -
J.A.B.
With magnetic fascination
akin to domestication
I connect with Ms. Rabbit’s dawn.
Four babies she’s laid in my lawn.
Provoked by supernal emotion
stirred by a sense of procreation
I cancel lawn fertilizer.
Grass cutter? I will advise her.
Unparalleled admiration
drives my kids to affirmation.
They promise to protect new pets
no bikes, baseballs or bayonets.
Deeply compelled, preservation
builds a hutch in exaltation.
Field glasses from my window pane
track nature’s risks: sun, wind and rain.
July 6, 2019
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for contest FINETUNE THIS, A COLLABORATION sponsored by Line Gauthier
AFFINITY WITH NATURE
by Line Gauthier
Magnetic fascination
Kin to emancipation
A connection internal
Stirs emotions supernal
Nature is unparalleled
Provokes intoxication
As we feel deeply compelled
To exalt admiration
(from The John Poems)
I absolve myself of loving you
and plead innocent
on grounds of loneliness.
My penance will be
the poetry
I misguidedly wasted on you.
For I’ll never destroy it
though the idea tempts, and reading it,
I feel a fool;
A monument to me
and my stupidity.
My monument to you.
Where am I?
It’s a new year;
In its first month;
It’s a new day;
Maybe a new season too.
Where am I?
Sitting on an old wooden bench;
Rotted by age and weather,
Indeed, I’ve survived all five seasons.
This bench is neither safe nor comfortable anymore, to sit on;
Past events consumed all its value;
Eventually, its bits and pieces will fade away.
Where am I?
Is this moment the manifestation of past activities? or
Is it a signal to the future I’m labouring towards?
Why do I have to fight daily to hit the right keys without fearing the unknown?
I need the true meaning of
“Trust your instincts”!
Where am I?
I am not there yet;
I am not there yet!
And I know I want to move,
Move too fast.
I need to run,
But I cannot.
I need to fly,
But have no wings.
The question is what’s the destination called?
Where am I?
My instinct is whispering;
Take a moment;
Take a deep breathe;
Hear the voice “Trust your instincts”;
Where am I”
Standing next to this old bench;
In an open space;
Came a voice asked,
“What do you see now that you did not see then”?
Where am I?
Ladies and Gentlemen, Dear colleague, sister, brother, mentor,
I want to tell you the truth about life;
Is like a climate change
The weather in our lives will always change;
The seasons will bring the shift we need;
So that we can create our future from our future for our future and not for our past!
Dwell no more in your past, weep no more cause it has been changed,
If it can be changed.
I can change it;
I can adapt;
I can become a change too;
So are you;
You can do it.
We can do it.
Where am I?
In the fourth industrial revolution
Instincts can do harm ~ when insecurities trigger the alarm
Lay
Instincts of innocence
Chastity belt on
pretence of oblivion,
Is the current human mind
soaked deep in all wrongs,
Selfish and cruel
as newborns cry naïveté,
Guiltless greens call
and pure flowing waterfall,
Rains pledge washing away
as breeze swirls,
Butterflies flutter as
nectar drips on nature's platter,
O man! With a guilt blush
clear on your face,
Can you defy those crimes
prove be in nescience ?
Reverberate inner self
that pure youthfulness,
With which you were born
the virtue your charm,
Enlightened soul, a kind subtle heart,
Imbued deep still,
Is altruistic instinct of innocence.
Written Sept 3rd, 2015
For contest by Justin Bordner
Awarded HM
Oranges pinks and reds swirl within Galmanger’s heart
He feels a kinship to those he is supposed to torch
This rarely happens, but he has opened his chakras
He has been listening to the pulse of the world source
What good is a fire dragon if he develops empathy?
Will he be kicked out of the tribe? He stamps his thoughts.
They would not be welcome in the fire clan; whose are they?
Has a demon taken over his soul? He knows not,
Only that he had better keep quiet. If he wants to survive the clan.
It is awful when they turn on their own.
And now where does he belong?
He tries to take a sabbatical, but it does not work.
Where do you think you are going? The fiercest dragon asks.
He slithers back into place between two sleeping fire monsters.
Fear keeping him from following his instincts and his soul’s instructions.
In an instant would you know,
if your instincts are the way to go?
Making a move could cause a landslide,
yet standing still could be the split-second
that takes a mans life.
Fear may grip us, holding us back while the
adrenaline rushes to provoke an attack.
It's a judgment call upon a razors edge, feel
the sharpness intertwined with dread. A threat
is made with vicious intent, in mere seconds a
loved one could be dead.
Our instincts are built in for a reason, like a defence
against reasoning, called upon in that instant when
you freeze up.
Giving you the ability and strength to seize the moment,
step up and abruptly diminish fear.
When the lizard is aroused,
dark cranial caverns hide lust glowing eyes
Flickering tongue of temptation;
having peek curiosity, chastity can’t abide ...
Sin is gonna take you for a daredevil ride
Hormonal gland gondolier whispers,
pheromones that make you wanna do wrong
Naked desires got libido instincts,
lascivious attire
wanna disrobe your guarded attitude
Lizzie is gon make you do
what you know you ought not to
She-devil got a shine for the opposite gender
Risque rebel wanna darken the corridor,
put a bug in your ear ...
Make you dive nude into the lewd without fear
Libido instincts like to hunt
in bare skin cloth
Naked desire will urge a masochistic smut fool
to stick their hands
in the bosom fire
Lizard Boy is gon show-tell you,
what you ought not
ever dare listen-see to
He-devil got a taste for the opposite gender,
will swallow you body-and-soul
Put a bug up your nose ...
make you lose self-control
Drop your guard, and yield total surrender
Don’t let Lizzie do
the Jedi mind trick on you:
Telling you, deep down
you know you wanna lay next to
the forbidden taboo
I once had a boyfriend called Matt
Whose cheeks were incredibly fat!
He had warts on his nose
And gargantuan toes;
Well they say love’s as blind as a bat!
As for Jimmy, I gave him the boot
Though to wed me he was resolute.
But they say that a lad
Will turn into his Dad
And his Dad was as bald as a coot!
'Any animal or creature limerick contest'
sponsored by Charles Messina
31/08/18
half-shy
tentative
yet
undaunted
evolving
from
a blur
too
brief
but
succinct:
a
break
from the
past
into
the
steps
of
today
The Instincts Of Innocence
The instincts of innocence, seeking joy without fear of good or evil.
8/16/2015
Justin Bordner; The Instincts Of Innocence
with no room for regret
this power yet to be met on
equal footing?
these divine vibes hurled-
from dormant dream...
no time to be cautious...
surrender softly with relentless desire...
stellar driven - passion influence...
this spark discovered ignited!
resolute disarm your inner doubt...
explore intense heat chasms
ember filled...