Best Privacy Poems
what do you dream of when you go to sleep at night
where do you fly to when you turn off the light
hours of travel all alone in your mind
tell me there what it is you find
together in our wake
i long for a retake
when we kiss under the heavens
i know i'm rolling all sevens
who is it that you meet in the darkness of your sleep
just you two lit by moonbeams in the ocean deep
does he look anything like me
who is he then your fantasy
i hate to invade your privacy
your dreamworld is yours to see
but in the freedom of your imagination
am i your choice in a world void of caution
September 14 2016 MY
Just half a meter away is this semi-covered female
so fertile for a score of trees to grow on
smooth and soft, curvy and oily
a rich landscape for my longings to become playful penguins.
Her body’s map has been possessed by my hunger
and a split second is too long for our disappearance from door to bed
as the tiles beat my wardrobe to claim the auction of our flying clothes.
Fierce and aggressive, every act is industrialized for pain to taste sweet
a little harm is not unhealthy, let a smile show from the thorn’s tip
biting but patting softly; modesty, the only crime
pinning down and licking through, respect, out of bound
sharp pinching and slow tickling; legality is completely unwanted
summing up an erotic wrestling as intimate as the coiling of wires.
Tightly cornered ‘V’ in front, roundly curved ‘W’ behind
I gradually rise erectly, facing the clouds from under
to honour this beautiful respect towards the pattern of the english alphabets.
Muscles gliding over muscles
joints clicking in a uniform rhythm
produced fluids, keeping both souls sticky
love on stage and now in full display.
Sounds from raging hearts, dancing furniture, bullied foam
all in one competitive race.
Skins on fire for desires to completely burn
so hard, gets inside so wet;
everything else is then subjected to a bouncing and stretching symphony.
It is nothing but refreshing
to abuse our privacy and change the colours of its secrecy;
mourn all night my love and let our instincts ride this luxurious yacht.
Published: 6/25/2020
For the Sensuality Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Silent One
Placement: 2nd (7/1/2020)
Smile is like simile
but simulating is unlike authenticity
Liar is like lair
but simulacrum is unlike authenticity
Sometimes I prefer the simulated smile
over the too honest glances of distaste
Take me to your lair, my lover
and whisper your sweet words
even though I know you simulate
I prefer your honey-like lies
over your screaming honesty
My words ring authenticity
My actions ring truth
The ring you gave me
was a poor attempt at love
Its fake-gold scaling off with every
false kiss you gave me
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3d place in contest: Privacy is like piracy yet copy cats are unlike authenticity
Sponsor: Ir0nic ZiNk
November 26, 2016
The invasion of privacy…
Is an assault on personal life
A public display
Of a private retreat
The invasion of privacy…
Is an intrusion on a closed conscience
A public magnification
Of a secluded soul
The invasion of privacy…
Is a foray into isolated territory
A public attack
On a silent psyche
The invasion of privacy…
Is the terrorism of individual emotion!
there was a time
i remember it well
when one could go away for a
while &
not be noticed.
there was a time
i remember it well
when one could turn off everything &
not be contacted,
not be sought after,
not be checked up on,
not be held to a response,
not be interrupted &
not be harmed.
there was a time
when two lovers could
pack themselves away,
far from prying eyes,
far from curious conspirators,
far from the rest of the
vultures
who prey upon fleeting bits of
happiness, like they hadn’t had a
bite of carcass to eat in
days.
there was a time
when the youth of the world,
didn’t voluntarily offer up all the details of
their lives
to those very same agencies of government
who will come to their house &
tear them from their families,
who will lock them up & throw away the
key,
who will keep them incarcerated for the better part
of their known existence,
just because zuckerberg, dorsey & the rest of the
opportunists,
said so.
but when privacy died
everything changed,
lighting the fuse for the slavery to come.
lighting the fuse for the slavery to come.
lighting
the
fuse
for
the
slavery
to
come.
don’t need the KGB
don’t need the CIA
don’t need the FBI
don’t need the MI5
don’t need the ASIS
don’t need the SIRC
don’t need the CSE
don’t need the I&SC
don’t need the MSS
don’t need the PAP
don’t need the SGDN
don’t need the BfV
don’t need INTERPOL
etc.
etc.
etc.---
because mr. zuckerberg had a
dream
mr. zuckerberg wants you to be part of his
dream
mr. zuckerberg wants you to place all your innermost
everything
in his little pocket
for all the world to see
under his umbrella
all on his watch, so much so that
these governmental intruders don’t even have to ask anymore---
nope,
thanks to mr. z,
they can learn all about you
by the info that you provide
stretching all across the globe
as you are being whored out to every advertising agency on the planet
as you are being food for the consumption machine
as you are sliced up by the double-edged sword of
a “need” to be socially “in the loop,”
while at the same time sucked into the revolting act of being raped
by everyone & anything that wants a piece of you.
Fell asleep with tears in my eye,
the end of the show - made me cry,
but while I was driving,
girlfriend was conniving...
posting my picture made her high!
Anyone would fancy fame
Till they realise it’s a right strain
And a way of sending your life down the drain
No privacy
No chance for the delights
Of the ordinary man’s liberty
And anonymity
Smothered by fame
Gnawed by the Paparazzi
Pursued
Caught
Exposed
The court of public perception
Holds great sway
Any chance of individuality is cast into
The whirlwind of celebrity
Self or artificially created
They sold their soul
Now are unable to reclaim
What the world feels it now owns
The predators disregard the prey’s self- respect
And smash the illusion
Of man’s inalienable rights
Fame shone bright
Initially
But dimmed oh so quickly
As the public and private
Persona gelled too closely
The need for recognition
The fragile grasp of the limelight
All smashed as scandals become norm
And the comedy of their lives exposed
Celebrities are held up
As ideals
For all to own
But the pedestal of fame
Can be set aflame
Quickly and burn so brightly
With no tolerance
Or sensitivity
I was what I was
But now I am what I am
Data shadows lie
Poetry Soup Featured Poem: January 17, 2021
Privacy tenaciously holds on to freedom and seclusion.
It is soul-spirited and viciously fight like pirates to obtain.
Beautiful front yards displayed to the world with hundreds,
Maybe thousands of dollars spent on flowering plants, shrubs
And trees for many wholesome views by a passersby.
But when it comes to viewing and entering private spaces one
ought not,
The pirate in owners rise, sword in hand, to protect rightful
seclusive space.
Its not "Ship Ahoy", climb aboard!
But though privacy is allowed, even by law,
Only a little kitty meowing with a tail bushy tail,
May authentically snoop around and even be fed
Beyond that protected space.
For poor kitty is not a copycat and authentic in his
or her own way.
One can depend on kitty and rely that mice would be
trustworthily chased or caught.
Privacy like piracy cause some yards to be fenced at the sides of
the house keeping outsiders out.
Copycats unlike authenticity, grapple to falsely fake, disguise or
Take and may even make it their very own!
Contest: Privacy is like piracy yet copy cats are unlike authenticity
Poetry Contest Deadline: Thursday, December 15, 2016
Sponsored by: Ir0nic ZiNk
What is privacy?
When prostitution is made public
When lesbians bring their sex in the courts
When Homosexual cannot
Enter into the Kingdom of God
What is privacy when little
Babies and teens a raped and sold for sex
When a door at DHS is broken
To see the bodies of women when they barge in
The rooms without our permission
What if we're not dressed?
What is privacy?
Why are laws made when private right are taken?
What is privacy when the gossips
Don't tell their business?
And don't tell what they do when they
Smoke up weed,cigarettes,and K2
We're homeless,but we're human
What is privacy?
When your faith in Christ is unleashed
As a joke,but in privacy Jesus' name as a joke
So what is privacy?
Oh disbelief that He is real?
When He returns
Devil,your hands will forever be chained
I walk a quiet boulevard at twilight
to feel wind breeze and photograph an orange crowd
a book in my left pocket remains unread
she will write her own poems with a colorless pen
a handicapped tripod remains unused
he strongly refuses sunset to stay longer
yes, dusk is falling
the quietness is now having a little voice
along the hotel sidewalk and the trees
a question whispers in my ears
I asked my close friend for an assistance
a recommendation for sunset hunt
she apologized and told me just surf the net
yes, I got it in just a minute
It is time to read my book:
darling, I really want to share with you
anything, everything
I will sacrifice my privacy to hold you back
but million lines of algorithm already deployed by a bad Mark
to mark a baby shark
it sucks
an announcement is an official coercion
we have no options
humanism is a lack
security is fake
stay or leave
**** or naive
Beyond The Closet Door Of Intimacy.
.
Behind the locked closet door of intimacy
Two kindred glowing hearts and high spirited souls aflame
Naked as birth awakened by desire and fevered lust
Set restricted inhibitions free
.
Natural urges take flight
Erogenous zones awakens with sweet painful butterfly kisses
Euphoric waves of bliss
Building lulling and peaking
Throughout a teasing heaven bound night
.
The beast unleashed
The Satyr satisfies the temptress siren
.
The soft warm lovers feathered nest
Abounds with tender care
Giving sharing and sweet caress
A voyage of discovery
On a deep ocean of sublime emotion
A welcoming exploration
Beyond mounded hill and sweeping vale
The rose glistens
The mast aloft
As together they head for home
As they sail
.
The rippling waves subdued
As the sun rised
Petals fold
And the stem reclines in the morning dew
.
Crumpled pillows crinkled warm sheets
The devine lavish feast now over
Mounting tension now blissfully released
Wrapped up safe and warm in each others arms
Embers aglow
Face to face and toe to toe
.
Loves bond strengthened by appreciation
And mutual gratitude
Whispered heartfelt words
And feather tender caresses
Enhance the sweetness and sensitivity
Of the mood.
.
Peter Dome©2020.
It was Sunday night,
My husband’s family created
A remarkable unresolvable lifelong scar.
The scar that changed my life.
I can never forget that day,
The day when me and my husband fought,
Like every married couples do
His relatives made the issue bigger and worse
It will remain as unforgettable moments of life
They called all their relatives ,one came after another.
They insulted and abused me.
A little decency and implementation of their education
Would have saved the relationship.
Meaningless to have head of the family,
They brought to the noticed of the local people .
Was that an act of justice, in this modern society today?
Was that their way of showing their love and care?
Was that the right place to their show their strength and unity,
They seem to forget that I was their daughter in law,
Not an enemy,
Was that their way of showing gratitude ?
For the sacrifices i made.
For nursing and serving them.
They all together, supported one another and stood in front of me
They surrounded me,
As if I caught for some crime.
Where has the respect gone?
The love for their daughter in law?
No words to express of their unbearable words.
Nothing causes me pain than the abusive words utter by his relatives.
Never felt so hurt,
Never felt so insulted and low.
I couldn’t handle it that day.
Next early morning I left the place,
as there was no love and respect.
One day they will know the value
of the tears i shed,
the pain I had undergone,
the insult i had faced,
the separation they did.
leisurely
peoplewatching
at a bus stop
covertly stealth
casually intruding
penetrating
their bubbles
crossing boundaries
the daydreamer
the tired mother
the grumpy old man
the sleepy student
making assumptions
filling in the blanks
serendipitous
moments in time
taken randomly
out of context
Submitted on June 11, 2020 for contest BRIAN'S SELECT D sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 1ST
Originally posted on March 11, 2019