Best Magnetized Poems
I begin as a covet, dulcet demure
pure in play, unbound to a dogma or tablature, a luscious lure,
I find that nerve of passion's verve nestled 'neath narcissistic comfiture
a covey of tingles taunting the ambition you serve, swift and swill I swerve,
in you I introduce a tempo of truth trailing a kiss along your spine's curve
a persuasion of perversion purring patiently in almighty allure,
reaching your pinnacle pulse I assure,
Entwining myself around your libido with nibbling nurture
binding you to the alter of painstaking pleasure I relieve with analgesic swelter
hoodwinking your will with a delicate dominance I am the prima donna capture,
embellishing the envisage of eros, I burnish organs keen with aphrodisiac welter
you become a devout captive to me, the divine dominator,
I am the matador confronting your impulsive power
the target of your sexual tremor,
spear tipped with warm vigor
into you I pound a wonder,
vice and virtue surrender
to principle superior in passionate plunder, for you become the conquer's lover,
taking my spirit from specter to flesh victor,
I will make a woman the vessel of volcanic velvet,
revolutionize female thighs, simmering the sighs in eyes,
make the wrap of a man's arms a hearth of healing heat soul felt,
his tongue a torch pinging with paced pause within mouths magnetized,
A coup de tat taken to your Shangrila,
weaknesses my wayfaring, strengths the servants of my junta
my sweet magic of mayhem laid upon your lithesome lips, the coup de grace -
J.A.B.
It
was him,
and immediately
I felt the very moment he
too, saw me as I entered the room.
I averted my eyes, seemingly not magnetized,
yet his form continued to caress the corner of my eyes.
My entire body was so attuned to his every movement, I sighed.
Suffused with such warmth was I, knowing he was looking at me…alone.
I tried to turn away, but felt the searing heat where his eyes touched my skin.
I realized I was hypnotized, mesmerized by the power of intense attraction.
Minutes passed by, I would catch again his eyes, staring, brooding.
Overwhelmed by his presence, I felt such effervescence.
Senses wired to all that was him, I was exulted
to know that his eyes were as glued
to me as mine were to him.
Nobody, no one else.
Him and only
him.
He moved, the
second I floated to him.
I stopped, time to catch my breath.
Him whose strides came quickly to my side.
Such panther’s grace, eyes holding my stare, he smiled.
The wineglass in my hand trembled, serene not I, far from calm.
Suffused with much warmth was I, knowing he was looking at me…alone.
I turned away, and felt the searing heat where his eyes just touched my skin.
Hand on my elbow, he silently led me to where the crowds were, to dance .
Such arrogance, I thought I’ve had enough as a child, of dominance.
Yet I, surprised, felt the rush of liquid fire through my veins
with his large hand, warm and steady on my bare back.
Alive were all nerve ending, as we went dancing
through the night, I heard the loud sound
of the wild beating of my heart.
Suddenly…I was jarred,
and from a dream,
woke up
I.
Kim Patrice Nunez
DREAMS CONTEST - 10 th Place
SPONSOR: ROB CARMACK
23 April 2015
his smile mesmerized her
her scent intoxicated him
his eyes hypnotized her
her touch magnetized him..
precious moments linger...
passionately
divinely
sensually
his strong hands caressed her
her flowing hair tickled him
his sweet kisses captivated her
her playfulness enticed him
purely
safely
freely
precious moments linger...
his tenderness showered her
her dewy glow bathed him
his legs entwined with hers
her legs entwined with his..
precious moments linger...
for eternally they are...
his and hers.
We read each other so perfectly
two minds with a single thought,
when we combine, baby it's explosive
chemistry like ours cannot be taught.
The electricity gets me jumping
and attacks the heart's beat,
this experiment you concocted
has revived the frog's feet.
Like a volcanic lava lamp
an eruption of emotion flows,
the heat welds me to you
our bond that nobody knows.
We met inside this classroom
where my opposite attracted to yours,
like magnetized paperclips
we were linked right from our cores.
We're closer than Dr. Jekyll was
to his hidden self, Mr. Hyde,
but, I can take you by the hand
as we go along for the ride.
When you are near me,
I’m magnetized by your sphere.
As tides drawn to wooing moon,
I cannot just be
motionless when you appear.
Sadly, you fade away soon.
January, 4, 2015
Contest: Modern Sedoka
Sponsor: Laura Loo
"My heart is a compass lost at sea finding its North in the gaze of thee."
This compass points directly at you
whether your North East South or West
Aligned to your magnetic pole
I am being magnetized
You are an orientation arrow
my Polaris * my North Star
Configurator of my soul,
I am yours *
You are a trustworthy compass
without you I'd be lost
You are the magnet
that altered the course of my life,
FOREVER !
High Vibrations are imperative combined and intertwined with unconditional love for everything and every human on earth.
In manifesting wants, needs, and desires one must be extremely specific and on point in every manner and aspect of height and girth.
Unconditional love is the prime element along with a positive mindset in harmony of heart in any situation.
A continuous positive mental attitude will propel one and draw one into the magnetized opportunities using a higher state of intuition.
Lights flicker,
buttons ping,
new clicks whirr
in the beautiful machine.
My head slides,
my eyes turn, peer in,
gaze:
magnetized by novelty, in this tiny
maze, slinking ever further, further in.
Purring springs exhale steel-sweet breath;
my narrow eyes glide between busy twirling cogs;
my ears perceive the melodies of electronic hums.
Then, snap!
I failed to hear the mind hiss
inside its trap.
The fuel, fury and addiction,
stupendous depiction.
I’m magnetized; my nose buried
in vellum sheets. Varied,
the construct of complicated
simpletons located
on cliffs, near harbors, with their ghosts;
misdirecting guideposts.
The injection of crafty twists;
flying ink insists
you sink deeper into its thick.
The turn of pages, a joystick.
Wanting to finish the story;
feeling’s transitory.
Compose a series, Author, please!
Your book ended with tease.
I’ll have eyes on antagonist,
tea with protagonist,
follow breadcrumbs and red herring,
and choose to be daring.
T h e E n d
The world spins kaleidoscopic, a whorl of color in revolt.
Oceans quake malleable, molding into fissures of tectonic hunger,
ravaging the deep, stirring the primal need depressing
populations’ unseen to the denizens of land, disregarded in man’s wake.
From the diatom, to the whale, from the single cell to the open hand
from the sun, to the stars, to the mushroom bomb, we’ve light.
Within the orb of eye, retinal flares of light,
an inside-out, upside-down, yin and yang revolution
juxtaposing wealth with poverty, as throngs rise asking for hand
outs, aching with a human need to know, hungering.
Childhood has ended, the tell-tale snake does wake.
Death’s rattle will subside, as the head eats the tail of depression.
Communication will become the global antidepressant.
Natives in aboriginal huts and Inuit in igloos will see the light.
There will be no holding back the tide for hand in hand, each cell wakes.
No longer can knowledge be withheld. “Phone home,” a revolutionary
cry, the tit will not be ripped from the lips of hungering
humanity, the tyrant and the saint juxtaposed, their time at hand.
Instant communication, shall scrape the barnacles of blight handily.
The stroke of finger tip to key shall depress
and ignorance will flee, freeing the hungry
for the way out ,the way up, the key, light-heartedly
heads bowed in prayer, we shall revolt.
Let tyranny be eaten, and righteousness wake.
On the egg of earth, we float in celestial wakes.
Solar tides stir the shards of glass raising death’s hand.
Round and round the top spins each revolution
forced by the pumping thump of rods depressed
rods magnetized and charged with lightening
for we all hunger.
Each evolution a revolution, each thirst quenched brings new hunger.
Repression will never depress the desire to wake,
nor, will the fisted hand ever bring the light.
The Wakening World
A new world spins kaleidoscopic, a whorl of color in revolt.
Oceans quake, molding into fissures of tectonic hunger,
ravaging the deep, stirring the primal need depressing
populations unseen to the denizens of land, left in man’s wake.
From diatom, to whale, from single cell, to open hand
from sun, to star, to mushroom bomb, we have light.
Within the orb of eye, retinal flares of light
an inside-out, upside-down, yin and yang revolution;
juxtaposing wealth with poverty, throngs rise asking for hand-
outs, aching with a human need to know, hungering.
Childhood ends as the predestined ouroboros wakes.
Death’s rattle subsides, as head eats the tail of depression.
Communication becomes the global antidepressant.
Aborigines in Australian huts and Inuit in igloos see the light.
There will be no holding back the tide, for hand in hand, cells wake.
No longer can knowledge be held. “Phone home,” a revolutionary
cry, the breast will not be ripped from the lips of hungering
humanity, tyrant and saint will be juxtaposed, their time at hand.
Instant contact scrapes the barnacles of blight handily.
The stroke of fingertip to keyboard or keypad depressed
sends ignorance fleeing, freeing the knowledge hungry;
showing the way out, the way up, the key. Light-heartedly
heads bow in prayer, the we will rock you will revolt.
Let tyranny be eaten, and righteousness wake.
On the egg of earth, we float in celestial wakes.
Solar tides stir the shards of glass raising death’s hand.
Round and round the top spins each revolution
forced by the pumping thump of nuclear rods depressed,
rods magnetized or charged with lightening
will energize the populous for we all hunger.
Evolution brings revolution, each thirst quenched brings new hunger.
Repression will never depress the desire to wake,
nor, will the fisted hand ever bring the light.
Two magnets on the table lying cold and still,
Having much potential, doing good or ill.
When magnets attract each other, posts tightly bond.
Reversed, repel by the same phenomenon.
We too have potential; our influence reaching out
To our needy neighbors, suffering from doubt.
We also have ability, by equal force betray,
Our closed hearts repelling, turning them away.
By casual observation, persons looking on,
May miss the great sensation of reaching far beyond.
May our vast potential be magnetized for good,
Using our abilities that all good neighbors should.
"Thou shalt love thy neighbor as thyself.
Love worketh no ill to his neighbor." Romans 13:9,10 KJV
They found each other when time changed course
unhindered, at destinations that had never known routes
drawn by the call of their karma, they dance blind,
the saga of two universes, and their thirst for one another
songs get rewritten in the brilliance of their mystery
worlds left behind helpless, from earlier times
ruthless in their hunger, they are destin to bury
old promises and hopes, disappearing from forgotten futures...
They had known each other through Time's fatal force
undaunted by the wreckage of starved stars,
magnetized by the miracle of electric love ore,
a Master and a Mistress of cosmic kiss, serving one another
appetites of ancient arousal flourished between their flames,
cravings becoming concepts of breath with logic lost to instinct,
living commandments of creation, lightening and comets at their command,
shadows and sands besiege many plans, yet their universe withstands -
A Collaboration From The Quills of Bindu & Justin
POETRYSOUP HEROES
Heartstrings of poems, I post and post,
I wonder who will ever be engrossed.
I, like a seed blown to a fertile land,
hoping as days roll by, I will also glow...
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No longer a baby or a child,
I, a beginner to PoetrySoup, smiled
to his short verses, gentle rhythmic words
my imagination and wisdom was spurred.
--Paul Callus--
From Malta with heartfelt care,
a busy honey beau to his work and family
but he a care bear, his time he shared,
hence agonies I have many a time atrophies...
Popped from the blue, here comes a Belle,
She is dropped by heaven and onto my pages she dwell.
To her sponsored contests, my hunger to poetry swelled.
Bit by bit, my writing began to sweet-yell.
--Debbie Guzzi--
From the country where the Liberty stands,
her writing prowess, I forever say roses grand--
rich of fragrance, flowing humbly with grace...
Her lace hurricane flair often leave me amaze.
I do not have a magic. I don't hypnotize
but He said to me, I have one unique style
to each and every poems he reads from mine
plus an irresistible smile he was magnetized...
--James Fraser--
He has more than an Eilean Donan Castle lure,
his heart and mind a brave survivor couture.
When our paths crossed, our lives take one detour--
thousand miles apart yet our hearts sing songs so pure.
Dear readers, I so want to enumerate more
for truly in PoetrySoup heroes roar...
I hope you didn't snore or I didn't bore,
but I swear in this site so much is in store.
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***Paul Callus, Debbie Guzzi, James Fraser
5:57pm, November 11, 2015
Nature's divine creation is flora
Although there are numerous breeds
My favorite flowering plant is Ixora
The most beautiful flower indeed
Since Ixora has attractive colors,
It is also called as Jungle flame
I am magnetized to the pleasant odor
and would love to proclaim
Usually the flowers are solitary
but Ixoras are inflorescent.
Fragrances they spread,ajar the nectary,
an ancient antidepressant
The enthralling colors welcome bees
butterflies,insects and humming bird
I enjoy the serenic beauty,without fees
just by sowing pint-sized Ixora seeds
For the contest"Each one of us has His or Her own Flower of Attraction "by Rick Parise