Best Light Headed Poems
one with the music
a vestibule for magic
love fills the night air
Let my aura deep red spill onto the page,
I an instrument in the name of poetic rage,
L
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EVOL...VES
Into a voice deep and vibrating,
with words feathered and lulling.
We are love...
Love!,
nothing and everything.
With you in the serenity of nothing
that my love is everything.
scampers a bright moon
gifts liquid life a lit view
watch them rendezvous
i wrote you a star covered night
built you a sun with a dimmer light
i turned it down warm and low
called it a moon, made it glow
i rhymed you an early morning hush
so quiet you could hear a person blush
i sketched a fully carpeted globe
dressed it in a thick soft robe
i painted it in greens, blues and a palette full
your own flower garden with no weeds to pull
i sung some words, some harmonized notes
strummed you a new world, one that floats
...a pyramid each and every word, romance...
I
do know
my true love
it will make you
light headed but free.
Space is that way, you know
but you'll adjust. A small price
to pay these days for liberty.
A chance to live in a world of ours,
just us together and lives of all kinds.
Maurice Yvonne
Trying my best to concentrate on what is being said
For thoughts of him kissing me are swirling in my head
An electric current connecting us refuses to be ignored
The passion igniting between us demands to be explored
His eyes lock on mine and I know he feels the same
He leans forward with the intention of my lips to claim
Soft lips sweetly entice, leaving me feeling light headed
Throaty groans escape as we further become embedded
He catches my bottom lip and gives it a gentle suck
Flooded with desire my senses suddenly run amok
Heart rates accelerating, leaving us breathless and burning
The taste for each other now a unquenchable yearning
His tongue intertwines with mine, the jolt takes us by surprise
This is a rare occurrence, my subconscious blissfully sighs
Filled with sweet sensations, sparkling inside and out
Totally entranced, his kisses I never want to be without.
By Cecilia Macfarlane, August 16, 2012
for PDs Kissing Game Contest
Submitted by: Buzz O'Words
Written: 3/3/14
Too much Viagra and beer.
My wife was out of town,
I hit every club around.
Each time I'd hope to find
A horny woman here.
Country Bob's was the last place that was open.
Near blind drunk and horny, I was still hopin'.
A pretty woman gave me a glance,
Smiled and said, "Let's dance.
Honey, I'm ridin' if you're ropin'."
A few hours later, I was in a Helluva mess
She was still ridin' hard and screamin', "God, this is the best!"
I was dizzy and light-headed. I had pains in my chest,
But she wouldn't stop long enough to call EMS.
When I came to, I was home in my own bed,
Next to my lovely wife; and this is what she said:
"I picked you up at Country Bob's, my dear;
And there's gonna be some changes around here.
You were fantastic last night, so, I only think it’s right
If I supplement your diet with Viagra and beer."
Viagra and beer. Viagra and beer.
She treats me like a king,
Says I make her body sing;
So, she makes sure I get my Viagra and beer.
Viagra and beer. Viagra and beer.
Yeah, she makes sure I get my Viagra and beer.
We're like newlyweds.
I need a break sometime.
She can’t keep her hands off me.
In Space or Spaced Out
Bones grow feeble without gravity
This is a serious matter, not to be taken lightly
Blood fails to reach the brain
We must bear this in mind
Space cannot be navigated by the light headed
The semi conscious, on a journey with such a faint map
Think on this seriously, it is not a joke
Spaceships lost in the heavens is a hellish consequence
Sentient beings drifting half conscious is senseless
Concentrate your thoughts so that we do not scatter
Debris in the galaxies, cleverly made
And stupidly lost.
Unfettered
Afternoon
Ocean breeze
Slowly blows
Through the trees,
Hieroglyphic
Spanish wind
Serenely goes
And leaves me
Salt air dry,
Ozone high,
Catholically,
Cathartically,
Light headed.
As the days are long my nights are short with hopes of dreams of you
The fragrance of the night settles into the cool contort of dew
Light headed I feel ready to pass out to see my new world
I feel the embrace of unity that gathers our souls and spirits
Together we touch in romance of our heart with no doubts
Something grasps my hand to tell me it is OK, because I am here to stay
The promises that is within is always able to leave, but settles
And stays in me with your words that does not make me grieve
Whispers of gentleness that caress my belief, mind, and love
In my dream I fall so far from grace that your hand grabs me
It holds me up till I can get back on my feet with thee
My life in this dream is all about being with you, with tender heart
I come to seek you every night never asking for more than your words
I seek you in my dream to be blessed in your grace
My hope of elope is just that moment in time, yet pausing forever
This slow emotion that is unknown to me, it tells me your whisper
I love you with every breathe I take, and I will breathe for you
Every night I dream of you, and I feel you embracing me to heal
I hold you tight no matter what I dream of you every night
My night is short but love is never, I wake up with brightness that show
My eyes open for a moment a vision of you then I smile so
Deep that my childhood expression shows through and through
I drive around a bi-cycle
a cycle bike psycho
at night a light’s on
my-ma (ma) mountain bike
oh it’s a little delightful
my seat on my cycle
I ride all night on
my-ma (ma) mountain bike
I’ll jump the curbs in acceleration,
and pedal push to my destination,
don’t pay road tax, my declaration,
no f... that, drivers hold frustration
Oh
Oi
These trucks get way to close
thinking they own the roads
Woah
Oi
they test test test my nerve,
these flucking bus ankers
I drive around a bi-cycle
a cycle bike psycho
at night a light’s on
my-ma (ma) mountain bike
oh it’s a little delightful
my seat on my cycle
I ride all night on
my-ma (ma) mountain bike
dirty dank fumes got me spacey
light headed it sways me
others walk or run but I go this way
I like to ride my bi-cycle
I'm cycle bike psycho
all day and night on
my-ma (ma) mountain bike
It must be said, some mouth opinions
you cyclists all smell like onions
which is mean
so I thump them and nick their keys
I speed on
oi oi
and I say ha ha ha you cannot drive your car
they say
woah woah
as I fly fly fly fly over the handlebars
I crashed into an Aygo
a Toyota Aygo
the wheel's mangled on
my ma (ma) mountain bike
I wasn't looking where I go
when I hit an Aygo
so I'm in mourn for
my ma (ma) mountain bike
in a hospital room
going crazy
fresh air seems tasty
they say ha ha can't ride your bike today
I think karma's a bastard
it put me in plaster
and now they have to
ha ha (ha) help me s**t
ma (ma) mountain bike
(oh) mountain bike
(mountain bike) ohh
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Searing love does not fade
It simply lies in wait in hollow partitions
Prone to sudden gusts
of breathlessness
These come in waves
Some driving brusque prickles
Others curling unhinged senses
into further disorder
Yet others stirring a cruel blend of
cupidity
and reason
The waves prompt a light-headed
introspection
About confidence in a fractured shell
About love with no one to tell
They commit to change
But winds carry a familiar scent
Songs are about us
And she’s in every silhouette
The scent and songs
swirl around the hollow partition like dreams
Walls are tested
to the point of rapture
And still,
there is no one to tell
Memories merge with the scent and songs
Crafting a cogent immunity to time
Our past is fused
Changing seasons bear credence
to the tenet of hope
But tomorrow hangs on meanings
crammed into last words
Laughter ceases
And searing love seeks deliverance…
But
there is no one to tell
I sit at my table - I sip onion soup
It's good for my cough - bad case of the croup
I could do with a meal and something to sup
But the bar is now closed - the buffet locked up
The dry glass of flowers long started to wither
I yell for the waiter to make him run hither
The air con is broken I tell the garçon
It needs a regas - kindly put the fan on
Feeling light headed - the air closely stifles
I open my backpack and check on my rifle
I take out my weapon - look into the muzzle
The waiter just hoofs it - he answers this puzzle
He returns with a bottle and drinking glassware
A plate of moule-frites with some haricot vert
A slice of French brie in a fresh French baguette
And a royal dessert - an ice cream coronet
I pick up my glass of cool German hock
With fake deference I fake tug my forelock
He takes from his apron some pen and some paper
He's taking a poll - so how was your waiter?
I've gone four lines over - the limit I'm hitting
But hang on a second - this might not be fitting
And where are the horses in this French venue?
With snails and frog leggies - they're on the menu
Uses (sort of) the following words (in bold): muzzle, forelock, fetlock, hock, withers, stifle, poll, croup, gaskin, frog, hoof and coronet.
What on Earth inspired me
In life when I have to compete
I'm sometimes a little offbeat
This time I split words
Used meanings absurd
And wrote about menued horse meat
Reposting date: November 6th 2016
This contest: Take the dagger from my heart please - 3
Original contest: Horses
Original contest finalised: October 30th 2016
The initiate was in a highly decorate room and on the walls were past presidents of the society. Above him the ceiling was roofed with the heavens and the sun was surrounded by the 12 zodiacs.
The initiate stood below and by the altar in the center of the hall in front of him were three light lamps for the Sun, the Moon and Mercury.
The initiate was at 40 degree parallel to the land and right angle of the Sun and was in front of the arc which ran from South to North. Next to him was a deity name Langford who was Lord of the Land or the Earth.
The initiate watched as Langford exercised a ritual to active the lay-lines on the Earth via the 40 degree parallel that connected to other lay-lines that connected to other lay-lines and so on.
The initiate and the people in the hall who watched his initiation their energy were added to that of the ritual performed by Langford.
The initiated felt light-headed and confused but he did agree to the ceremony and was ushered into the myster of the bar of the mysteries.
The initiated was never to be heard from or seen again.
My emergency
Can't breathe, Light headed, Doctor
Lay down... Beep, beep, beep
Yesterday, I had a little trouble breathing when I was out at soccer... I had to go to the ER and everything was
spinning and flying by me. It was scary, but I survived. Just like my favorite teacher says, "There's no point in
crying... you either die, and then your dead and don't feel it. Or you live to see another day and pray that this
never happens again."
I sit at my table - I sip onion soup
It's good for my cough - bad case of the croup
I could do with a meal and something to sup
But the bar is now closed - the buffet locked up
The dry glass of flowers long started to wither
I yell for the waiter to make him run hither
The air con is broken I tell the garçon
It needs a regas - kindly put the fan on
Feeling light headed - the air closely stifles
I open my backpack and check on my rifle
I take out my weapon - look into the muzzle
The waiter just hoofs it - he answers this puzzle
He returns with a bottle and drinking glassware
A plate of moule-frites with some haricot vert
A slice of French brie in a fresh French baguette
And a royal dessert - an ice cream coronet
I pick up my glass of cool German hock
With fake deference I fake tug my forelock
He takes from his apron some pen and some paper
He's taking a poll - so how was your waiter?
I've gone four lines over - the limit I'm hitting
But hang on a second - this might not be fitting
And where are the horses in this French venue?
With snails and frog leggies - they're on the menu
18th October 2016 - entry for "horses" contest
Uses (sort of) the following words (in bold): muzzle, forelock, fetlock, hock, withers, stifle, poll, croup, gaskin, frog, hoof and coronet.
'If only they could see real me'
Wide awake at 2 am
What you doing on Facebook then?
Try to distract from aches and pains
Adrenaline rush through floppy veins
Morning light comes all too soon
Wish could sleep till after noon
Wrecked from pain and fight to work
Staying put insurance perk
Some days fatigue is too much strife
No energy left to win at life
Too much effort to get me fed
When all I want's to stay in bed
Back feels broken, worn out disks
Just standing, walking has its risks
Light headed, dizzy, need a seat
Blood pressure drops to swollen feet
Commuters shuffle, busy train
As fight own struggles of hectic brain
If only they could see real me
Inside out the pain they'd see
All while my fake smile generated
The real me hides not penetrated 'If only they could see real me'
Victoria Payne September 2016
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A Great Awakening is upon us. Have you felt it ?
You are not having an anxiety attack.
You are not crazy.
Has this feeling led you here?
Are you having trouble sleeping ?
Perhaps you have felt surges of energy, or a sort of tingling all over your body ?
Does it keep you awake all night?
Light-headed or a kind of dizziness ?
A sense that 'someone' is trying to reach you ?
Can you 'almost' hear something ?
Is there 'something' just on the edge of your consciousness ?
All of this, is normal.
There are many who are feeling this.
Are you thinking, that there has to be more to life, more than what you have always been led to believe ?
Do you just feel... that there is more... to everything ?
There is... very much more.
There are wonderful times ahead, if we can only get through our present troubles.
We are all connected. We are all one.
You are not alone, you never have been.
We are all one upon the Great Wheel of Life.
What affects one, affects us all.
When one of us suffers , we all suffer.
When one is down, we are all down.
We are not separate from each other except in our own minds.
It is our ego that separates us.
It will be our hearts, that will reunite us.
Fear... makes us weak, and separates us from each other.
It is our love that will bring us together.
Love... is the strongest force in the Universe. You only have to open your heart to know this for yourself.
It is through our capacity to love, that makes us strong.
It is love... that will reunite us upon the Great Circle of Life.
Open your heart and let your love shine all around you. A wonderful thing will happen...
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No one knows his name…
He is a villain though his back looks pitiful
because he walks with a limp; nevertheless, to hide his complex—one leg is shorter than the other, he bathes with innocent blood and quenches his thirst with the breath a malignant spirit exhaled.
He dethroned his father to gain power.
He devoured his own offspring to satisfy his insatiable appetite.
He chopped ‘Present’ off with an axe sharpened with a stone
named ‘Past,’ and stamped on it with his limping leg, to make sure
that uncertain ‘Future’ would never be able to germinate.
You who survived today somehow,
should go to bed with the prayer for tomorrow as the sun goes down.
People step out from their homes with hope because the sun rises.
They get to their work place to earn a day’s living. They step into the manmade order, the gears, and after all the day’s skidding and crushing in the gears with missing teeth
they stop by a tavern, on the way home to relieve the day’s stresses,
where the glasses of booze are filled with drifting ripples.
It may be a blessed moment.
For ‘Present’ is granted in a light-headed haziness
from a few shots of whiskey; they see distorted yesterdays
and twisted tomorrows, and as the happy mood deepens
the comets with long tails crossing the skies fall into the little universe;
the glasses they hold in their hand.
As stars fall,
the limping Cronus hurriedly enters the tavern
and brandishes the axe to chop the happy drunkards’ heads off,
because he was left out in cold by the drunkards, who were in a happy mood.
Note: 1. Titan Cronus and personified chronos-time, are used as synonym 2. Cf: Goya. Saturn [Cronus] devouring one of his children