Best Pleasurably Poems
What Holds More Resplendent Gifts Of The Great And Vast Beyond
Seas of poetry orations, I once took my swims
being strong in spirit, stouter in heart and lithe of limbs
What dread had I of illness or passage of Father Time
when great beauty of verse sang so deep, dancing in its rhyme
Waves of its amber grains, its sandy beach, its great pleasures
stirred heart, pleading soul in immeasurable measures!
If tired, I cast myself upon lands flowing true and fair
seeing magnificence in Earth, Life, Nature- everywhere
Before dawn, before slumber flees this soul's poetry dreams
of paradise shores, poetic thoughts, soft cast golden beams
Winds of change and sublime words to describe and thus to match
castles of hope, beauty's grace and golden eggs- set to hatch!
Fearing not of, high flying fancies and heavenly flights
of lost romantic desires, cast adrift on stormy nights
Or that of abandoned ships left behind in gleaming seas
for poetry gifts its love and blessings of granted pleas
Bountiful harvests of word-seeds so pleasurably sown
are but summer days sending cool winds so gratefully blown!
What holds more resplendent gifts of the great and vast beyond
than poetry, its powers, which poets are so very fond
How its paintings, colors memories one sweetly recalls
of life, living and flames of hot-romance youth often falls
Beyond poetic seas of white-cropped waves and foaming foam
may this old poet's soul, in death, forever gaily roam!
Robert J. Lindley, 12-03-2018
Rhyme, (Inspired verse) (Poetry is Life and Treasure too)
Note- I dedicate this poem to my very good friend Susan Ashley and her wondrously inspiring new poem that inspired me to write this today.
Her new poem titled, The Red Leaf- set me to thinking of its beautiful poetry
and life. And how much poetry means to so many dedicated and in love with poetry poets!
I sat down and this flowed right on out, early this morn.
Note: Use in my poem of "white-cropped" = "white" for good, "cropped" for "appearing unexpectedly".
Thus translated- beyond poetic seas of = unexpectedly good waves and foaming foam.
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Categories:
pleasurably, art, creation, dedication, inspiration,
Form:
Rhyme
Your feelings in a group of touring innocence
travel up North towards trust and sincerity
in sweet submissive care like a carefully rubbed suede.
You put day light into your entrapment
for noontide to go nonstop.
Caress from yonder, massage from under
your skirts make appetite nonchalantly mourn
your legs present so nutraceutical to manly weakness.
If your bones are licked by wild beasts
the jungle would be protected by the ghost of sweet affection.
If the rains fall through the planes of your body
vapours of lust and desires will spring out of the Earth.
Your expensive flare, expresses you as a needed nougat
sliding pleasurably though wet lips in a greasy enjoyment of noodles
with aroma and taste capping up a nouvelle cuissine.
Night is dead from your day-long engaging chemistry
making the aggression of your nubile emission
in ration to any attempted resistance an improper fraction
when the night's light strike your contrasting body
for the creation of a mobile image so dark and graceful,
nature will sit down beauty for a serious interview.
Categories:
pleasurably, emotions, i love you,
Form:
Romanticism
Big things in small packages, so goes the phrase
And astounding, a spoonful of snow, in such ways
A thousand frost miracles, and identical, none
Innumerable prisms making rainbows from sun
Each with its detail of wonders, unique
Chilled to perfection to tickle your cheek ...
Spoonfuls, that if balled, are fun to be flung
Pleasurably melted when placed on your tongue
Just enough snow for a friend, I would think
To get their attention, or cool down a drink
Limpid complexities with formations, fine
Chiseled by a physical process, divine ...
Jewels from the heavens as winter clouds weep
The crystalline tears of a season's cold creep
Transparent and clear, and cleaving the light
Yet bundled together, the whitest of white
Like so much we see, they're plain at-a-glance
Yet examined up-close, are sure to entrance
So ...
Maybe there's a lesson that we can thus learn
To look at each OTHER more closely, in turn
For the inestimable qualities surfaces hide
And the precious complexion of what is INSIDE
By remembering always, wherever we go
The amazement and magic in a spoonful ...
Of snow.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Christmas Rhymes" Poetry Contest, Kim Rodrigues, Judge & Sponsor.
Categories:
pleasurably, appreciation, imagery, snow, winter,
Form:
Rhyme
Each piano note
Played skillfully with soothe hands
No need for tension . . .
It can heal the soul
The heart that's dying to ex-
Press those precious chords
Piano Practice -
Repairing my unstable
Thoughts of distress...leading me to my ruins...
I have not achieved any success - drowning in my sins
I can't practice alone...
Teach me how to play elegantly
Help me to translate my inspiration into piano compositions...
That would be genius...that would be incredible
The world needs music to repair its broken society
Piano playing is so moving and therapeutic
Free us from solitude's captivity!
Stimulate us with mesmeric music,
We need it so desperately!
I refuse to be stuck in place without music, making me dance merrily!
Each piano note
Was played pleasurably with gentle and articulate hands
No need for tension . . .
Don't make us feel apprehension!
Don't mention the sorrows and burdens of yesterday...
I pray...I want you to ascend this sun-shining day!
I pray that I see you spread
Your velvet wings and fly today
Without a trace of dread!
Get a heads start! Play those chords of bliss!
You are a waterfall of wonderfulness....
It can heal the soul...it can mend a broken heart as well
The heart that's dying to ex-
Press those precious chords...
Is your motivation a heaven or a hell?
Piano Practice -
Repairing my unstable
Thoughts of loneliness...
I can't practice alone...
Teach me how to play elegantly
Piano Practice -
Repairing my unstable
Thoughts of woeful affliction and discouragement...leading me to my ruins...
I have not achieved any success - drowning in my sins
I can't practice alone...I must play a song with you
Teach me how to play elegantly and so true
Teach me how to be as talented as you . . . .
Embrace me with affectionate passion
You don't know how you make me feel - mere satisfaction
Let me be your page-turner and take action!
I'll take action to help you play so flawlessly and wondrously - the audience is smiling and closing their eyes with gratification! ~
Categories:
pleasurably, appreciation, beauty, confusion, deep,
Form:
Free verse
Love’s more than feeling, it’s will-power strained
Tense as a wire, so pleasurably-pained.
Love is decision, as firm as our God’s,
Daring, defiant of all earthly odds.
Love is a flower, but fashioned of stone,
Rugged, unwithered, petals unblown.
Love isn’t poetry, love isn’t song.
Love’s in your heat-tempered soul…steely…strong.
Categories:
pleasurably, love, wife
Form:
Verse
A gentle breeze
Forever remembered
A luscious glade
Cold under your feet
A rich blue sky
Seemingly unreal
Beautifully arousing aromas
Tasting without touch
Pleasingly soft sand
To bathe yourself in
A sensuous bed of leaves
To wrap yourself in
A pleasurably warm ocean
Stimulating your senses
Lustful love
Forever wanting
Incapacitating desire
Depriving your concentration
You lose yourself
In natures tempting ways
Seducing you to stay
Categories:
pleasurably, deep, emotions, life, love,
Form:
Elegy
Finally, my little girl is sound asleep
after multiple bedtime stories, I plea that she will not make a peep.
Hugging her favourite teddy bear ever so close
the blissful sight is as precious and delicate as a blossoming rose.
The soft murmurs of her magical breath console me.
At last, I can rest upon my alluring bed where I long to be.
Pleasurably my heavy head allows itself to fall,
every muscle in my body relaxes and my eyes begin to flutter as I stare at the wall.
All are contently safe and sound fast asleep,
unfortunately, this blissful peace shall not keep.
A spine chilling creek sends a booming echo throughout the hall,
my eyes flicker open while my mind wakes itself up to protect my all.
The distasteful racket continues to speed up my heartbeat,
distressed I grab a flashlight refusing painful utter defeat.
The flashlight sends a ray of a saviour into the pitch black hallway,
my sleep deprived eyes focus on the bright figure in dismay.
The sweet little angel before me moves forward using unimaginable stealth,
still softly snoring and babbling sweet nothings to herself.
I stare in amazement as she manoeuvres about the house with ease,
with loving open arms reached out in case she falls to my displease.
With little direction, my little star is directed back to her bed
where she shall have the dearest dreams play out in her head.
For the rest of the night, I lay awake longing to hear her creek,
constantly tiptoeing into her room to get a reassuring peek.
The sun eventually rises along with a bright smiling face,
she asks me how she slept and I pull her in for a tight embrace.
July 26, 2018
Sleepwalking Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: John Hamilton
5th Place
Categories:
pleasurably, childhood, daughter, good night,
Form:
Free verse
Reason number 1, your beauty hits me like a punch,
I'm leaned against the ropes and passed out drunk,
but that's whasup,
the Reasons 2-10, I just can't wait to meet again, I'll
share my rigormorted meat again let's skeet and sin.
But Numero Once' goes like this, your lips and toes
I'll kiss, subtract the 1 lip that's blackjack now add 10
for fingertips,
1 set of lips makes 32, I won't be hurting you, just
stating all the reasons, being mad assertive too.
We're battin up to 33 you're fly like birdies be, I love
the way you work it pleasurably hurting me,
it's not like I'm complaining cause I so deserve it
see, a little puff'a ganja urgently I'll murder thee.
I'm sticking to the script now onto Reason 34, my
love for you so deep I'll eat from off a dirty floor,
the rhythm that I'm givin is the kind you're thirsty for,
I'll splash my lemonade inside your mouth you dirty
wh0*e (just playin) : -)
Reason 35 extends to Reason 52, I can't do life
without you baby, what's a kid to do?
There's Reason 53, aggressively you stick with me,
although I have my moments like them Sex In City
Bs.
For 54 I'll kick in doors defend you til the death, I'm
spittin off that 50-Cal til emptiness is left,
inside the clip no time to slip, these cats'll git me
live, til someone has to die for you, that's Reason 55.
Now 56 is nifty cause we read and share it all, we
talk about this system and just where it's gonna fall,
5-7 plus 11 equals Reason 68, your oral skills
phenomenal but that's no big debate.
We're fine'lly here at last hurray it's Reason 69, we
both are very freaky but in time it won't define,
the measure of our love but with that up and down
it's fine, the reasons that I love you count em yes,
there's 69.
Categories:
pleasurably, lovelove, me, time, i
Form:
Rhyme
It all Started Painfully
But ended pleasurably
Categories:
pleasurably, deep, emotions, sexy,
Form:
Couplet
No! I Am Not Lying To You
No! I am not lying to you.
It seems Life’s turnings here and now contain
Inauspicious shapes of endless goings and comings;
It seems Life’s headwaters of the deep waxed well,
the great steward river, of cold sinew and intractability is
rushing backward through bloody tubes and rusty spires.
It seems Life’s dead people have arisen, unbeknownst
to the living, from astonished graves in gaping graveyards.
No! I am not lying to you.
There was a time indeed when a human person like me,
could calmly sit across from a human person like you,
and the both of us could pleasurably redeem the consuming time with
eyeful silences and poised stares containing muted determinations;
something like destiny showing up and knocking on the door,
saying: “your pizza is here,” and you open the door wearing only
stupid shades while reading with an ivory looking glass.
No! I am not lying to you.
There was a time when life was peacefully secure and placid,
back when the pleased and complacent skies seemed bluer,
safer than today’s chemical shroud impregnated by ejaculating jets,
35 thousand feet above the mad wasteland of spiritual coma;
The pulling dying aimless road to wherever your body is traveling to,
Is now a long coursing road paved with the fallow stones of fear.
These bloody sunsets have a raspy roar heard only in the death pits,
The final hors d'oeuvres served with croutons and screaming dramas;
There is now no turning down the forgotten deserted side streets,
hidden by shady oleander trees wearing bonnets of poisonous fire.
No! I am not lying to you.
Categories:
pleasurably, life,
Form:
Free verse
A misted view of a bedroom cloth is really a cloak having a smoke. A range of fathomable feline feminine is felt and smelt. In a blood arch turning twisting. Take take take. Trapping then. Be nil beer. And be no bee in a bath. No no no. A fragrant wrath exposing experience. And a pinnacle of painted pain pleasing pleasurably. And a sanctimonious tissue skirt and a pint sized foetus embellishing an otherwise jeopardized environment. Beak no beaker. Brake no bomb. Cave it is within curves. Shitter shatter curtains. Blowing. Booming. Should scream school scatter scared shitless Shirley ship. And an interestingly printed power scarf interlocking and bricking for formation of bridges. Walking. Whistling. Walking. Widely. What whale which white winches. How remarkable it is then. An internally adjusted instrument. Strum in tum. Tuning. Turning. How fantastic the news. And how globally positioned is the equilateral equator of a new planet and a ten mile sun. In a minute. Fraction friction friends. Haha historical houses. Hahaha seed stem. Xxxxx vertiginous video xxxxx amplification z
Categories:
pleasurably, autumn, baby, basketball,
Form:
Of all the vices humanly known,
Death, you're the most cruel!
Beyond doubts you have always shown
How pleasurably in griefs you dwell.
And what is pathetic of you the most
Is your unrepentant untimeliness:
Too adept at making one's life a ghost
Subjected to shameless nakedness!
Ipso facto I cannot but accuse you
Of your partiality and misjudgement,
Which whether or not you agree is true,
I still wouldn't rescind my comment.
Yet it should never of me be said
That I have spoken at you too rudely
—Not when for you I have no such dread
That would make me act so cowardly!
"Every man his fears; Death, you're not my dread!"
Categories:
pleasurably, death,
Form:
Rhyme
Radiance sifts through the crinkled foliage,
as the shadows mimic the gently oscillating
leaves. For the full yellow-white moon has risen. A brook cascading over stones
is embraced by grassy banks,
as it flows through an Early Autumn.
The runnel captures the shimmering gleam;
it is a glittering diamond bracelet
wrapped around a woman’s wrist;
she may pleasurably touch,
twist the glass-like gems-
like the falling leaf that flutters,
twirls in the breeze,
lightly grazes the surface-
'til it is lifted again by a gust in the night.
A bird nesting over the moonlit rill
wears its luster
on its grey- green speckled wings.
They are tucked to sleep.
The coloring leaves rustle,
continue to sway...
Categories:
pleasurably, allusion, beautiful, beauty, bird,
Form:
Light Verse
DONJOURN WORLD
Help me for i want to know
Although to know for me is to be free
But not by all men, but by my freedom
I have been lying in this gutter world
Wondering why i cannot get up
Perhaps fight my way to the freedom land
Where i see all men work and walk in pleasure
Yet the more i see all men walk pleasurably on the land
I hate the morning that raise me down through the donjourn land
Early that morning i found out
That inside this donjourn is where most people in our world belongs
Funny enough is it in cry
As i found out that we have the same believe, share faith, one same blame
It is their fault; they are responsible for the big world in the gutter
I know that during the beginning there was no gutter
Infact, the world indeed was built without shallow pit
And ground of merciless abode as ours
Yet for men to be happy and share wickedness
They built this absurd kingdom
Every time i see one in the land kingdom and beg for their help
They have a recitation that made me believe
That their world is a world of same slogan, one belief
How did you manage to end up here
Find your way up, i have a lot on my hand
Yet the hand seems free, less occupy i swear
Although, it is a question and a little confusing answer
But sure painful, also a heart sincere message
A rather two edge sword
Our kingdom always dash the pains away
With the normal consolation word
I know they will all deny the charge
That we happen to exist here does not mean that we will end up here
One day i know by our complain and the God that put us here
By our side, we will at the end of the day join the land mob
But the space of time and what they are doing
And the endurance of the complain in them
Made me hate them by their will
In them i see much difference from me
Their will and my will, their see and my see
Have a lot of gap than our appearance
In theirs’, there is no way
In mine, there are ways
But i only want to find out the time
And if possible know how to break quick
To become the lord and king in the land kingdom
Early word by the land kingdom friend
Made me know that i hold my freedom
I was once like you but i never believe what you people says
And that is what led me to the land kingdom
I always think more than the land kingdom
One more mystery that no one knows
I think like the God that created all kingdom
Categories:
pleasurably, adventure, god, me, men,
Form:
Epic
You dig into my skin with your claws of distrustful disdain
Why don’t you welcome the Healing rain?
I promise that it will wash away the troublesome pain
That bullies you to the extreme – try, darling, try to remain sane,
Yet, I still feel for you…I have been driven insane
By the fact that I have been left behind…
I was that one insecure, sad child…
Don’t give me the cold shoulder…please don’t hurt me…I know I am not your kind
I am not your kind…but I am kind and mild…
I was once that dense, wild, immature child, carelessly doing whatever he wanted to do…
Until I met you…out of the blue, I knew you were lost and alone too…
How did I know you were coming down with the love flu?
We both wanted love to feel right…we wanted to be accepted…we wanted to be embraced with one-of-a-kind affection…
The passions, pounding pleasurably into our mind’s tranquil eye…we didn’t know our foolishness was another form of corruption…
Say goodbye to bliss that once said its vows to me...my heart is throbbing with endless fright...
Strife is knitting in every verse…I lost my train of thought, feeling worthless, but that’s nothing new…
My soul is crying out for your attention…there’s a hole in my contrite heart; though shame embraced me long ago, I’m still willing to search around for your other shoe…
Let’s face it – you're just another abominable sin, making me feel vulnerable and downcast…are you a sheep in wolf’s clothing? The truth is becoming black and white…
You were my black long hearse,
Running me over with your cold-blooded ignorance…
No one or anything in this wretched world ever felt much worse…baleful dilemmas start to rehearse (double doubts and abhorred avarice; but, nevertheless – there’s more grand land to explore)
I was twirling around in my sugar-coated trance…
I caught a glimpse at you, daydreaming relentlessly…you are a graceful gift, not a corrupt curse (that sends guilt into my numbed noggin… I’m no longer kissing the abyss; in other words, the sentiments of hopelessness doesn’t intimidate me anymore)
I am cursed...a heart like mine is broken...dark angel, sorrow is not the answer...so rehearse...our exquisite love oath…we welcome the halo-shaped sun…the dazzling, astonishing auras, surrounding your body, deflating and inflating like a kid’s red balloon…
Categories:
pleasurably, blessing,
Form:
Free verse