Best Pulsates Poems
Dance of the Firebird
Rosita, sultry enchantress,
dazzling Andalusian firebird,
erotically she twirls, proud
like a phoenix flashing across the sky.
Flared ruffled skirt swirls,
in hues of red, orange, and gold,
like a sunset in the throes of Autumn.
Her olive skin glistens with sweat,
as she chases away her demons with
handclapping and a pair of castanets.
Beautiful dancer lost in her dreams,
she’s an exotic flamenco queen.
With campfires reflected on her face,
finger snapping, her tempo heats up,
and she’s afire with passion and grace.
In an essence of exuberance,
she’s possessed in a trance,
swaying like a summer breeze.
She undulates hypnotically like a cobra
seducing its unsuspecting prey.
In a stream of her own thoughts,
a gypsy in love with the dance.
Crushing red rose petals she stamps her feet,
to the guitars’ entrancing beat.
Her sinuous body pulsates sensuously
to the music as she dances unabashedly.
But she’s untouchable as the fire god she serves,
baring her soul to none,
for her heart belongs to the dance.
09-23-2017
Contest: Poems that Paint a Picture - 3
Sponsor: Silent One
Placement: 1st
I balance on a tightrope. Surrounded by
lovers and dreamers, I teeter above a raging sea.
I admire their glossy smiles and envy
their bright-eyed confidence; envy is a sin, I know.
Please forgive me; a lie would carry more guilt.
The waves crash in dark shades of gray, still they smile.
Their laughter from all around pierces the thin air.
I teeter alone; I may or may not fall.
My fate is undetermined, in my own hands;
the tragedy today may be tomorrow's comedy.
Their laughter echoes...
On a day like today, the fresh tears sting.
If only I could wake from the nightmare,
pry open the windows of my tortured soul.
If only I could charm the feral...if only.
Oh, the skeletal monsters we are bequeathed!
Yes, I understand the meaning of loyalty.
A fool believes the wicked will fall.
A fool believes the merciless will change.
Can a hollow chest develop a beating heart?
I chisel stone walls, searching for a glimmer of hope,
a flicker of humanity behind steel beams.
Could you spare a token of remorse?
I dare to drop a coin in a fountain of wishes.
A pocketful of coins jingle as my wishes sink
to the bottom of the venomous waters.
I am patient as I teeter on the tightrope.
The audience cheers taking pleasure in my pain.
Blood pulsates through my veins, yet I feel cold winds
penetrate my soul. I refuse to cower or
live in contention...
Blood is thicker than ink.
I find my balance in the written word, a gift of life!
Words sometimes spill from a bleeding heart.
I beseech the ghosts of the past to end their haunting.
Their breath is the frigid wind. I find shelter...
Tempered is the skin of the wounded. Who knows
what may lie beneath the flesh. In the mirror,
you may find a frightened child in need of love.
Most find the strength to balance and stand.
Every step brings me closer to solid ground...
I am reaching for you. Please take my hand.
The heart pulsates with times I remember
So pained to my soul you have become
My eyes see cold ashes without ember
As tomorrow fades from view, I succumb
Buried lonely inside, where silent tears flow
Love seems fleeting, carried by a sad wind
While it glides beyond farthest reach I know
And claims the untraveled distance within
As nights begin to merge like flowing rain
To pelt the fogged window of my glass heart
I'll melt into the darkness balled in pain
Then rip out the reasons where footprints start
They'll be no yesterday's in a black sky
Only bright stars retreating as I cry
Frederic Parker
9/25/14
Music of Love
On cloudless, starry, starry nights,
you sit on your moonlit patio,
under the cool canopy of Royal Poinciana trees
showing-off their flamboyant scarlet petals.
Cradling your beloved cello between your legs,
you plunge into a vortex of musical love.
Skillfully drawing your bow, you fine-tune her;
testing for perfect fifths, you arouse her.
She thrills you with every expert caress
flowing from your fine, familiar fingertips,
so intimate, sensitive, and silky soft.
Tenderly titillating her, you bewilder
even the stars with your playing,
as the most melodic, harmonious music
breathlessly, seductively emanates from her soul…
more melodiously profound than the sweet,
nocturnal song of an amorous nightingale.
Together you two eviscerate the ills of the day
as you embrace her close to your heart,
plucking and stroking her sonorous strings.
An ardent lover, you tantalize her,
releasing a dulcet, celestial sonata
that causes even the passing breeze
to shimmer and quiver in jealous ecstasy.
Charmed, captivated, and curious,
as if sipping wine from the Holy Grail,
you thirst and hunger to delve and discover
the essence of her innermost secrets.
Lovingly romancing her with every touch,
she senses your love is not fallacious;
for like warm molasses, her music melts…
seeping into your brain, your heart, your very being.
And your soul passionately pulsates with the pure,
rhythmic melody of your cello’s divine voice.
06-17-2018
Contest: Eight Word Challenge – 7 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: John Hamilton
Placement: 1st
8 Words:
Fallacious, Eviscerate, Curious, Bewilder, Plunge, Tantalize, Vortex, Scarlet
In my meadow the scent of spring ripples in air,
I see the dance of patina on dainty petals of daisy,
unfurling with the touch of dawn’s spectrum,
like your hazel eyes out of the trance of dream.
The flowers blossom in chromatic charisma of joy,
look up to the sunburst pallet of the seamless sky,
the essence is suffused with splendorous sparkle,
painting pristine portrait of your of surreal beauty .
As the satin night showers the silver tinsels,
floating in the mystique miasma of moonbeam,
I descry the sparkling sky descend in my garden,
you shine with sapphire hue as sprouting stars.
The celestial charm of golden glow,
pulsates in my heart with enticing rhythm,
that radiates the luring luster of exultation
from the core of fair petals of your floral face.
Pining for the embrace of your radiant purity
I make my yearning an ornate vase,
place a bunch of blooming buds,
that flower you for me as fresh as a daisy.
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July 30, 2022
Contest : Simile
Sposnored by : Hilo Poet
A soul is divine it is said,
by spiritualists, well read,
but what soul is, most have not seen,
who are by scriptures blindly led.
Detached hermits, whose needs are lean,
in staid stillness have felt soul’s sheen,
which we too can know, if we choose,
erst fears and desires, from heart wean.
With agape love as our heart’s muse,
following truth without excuse,
we then see soul, as light of God,
whence mind games no longer amuse.
Made in God’s image, soul’s a pod,
blooming when we give love our nod,
shining within, as living light;
revelation that leaves us awed.
Bliss drenched soul pulsates with delight,
humming gently by day and night,
as God’s essence, alive, aglow,
known when awakens inner sight.
Thus truth of soul, if we would know,
we must make first, our thought flow slow,
whereupon we see soul’s divine;
whence God guides us and we follow.
View that cholesterol wad
Sizzling cheeseburger
Hold the veggies, add ketchup
Tape burger to thighs
Hungry heart pulsates
Thump, thump, thump
Stop!
April 28, 2011
*Entry for Gwendolen’s Fast Food Epulaeryu contest
PS -- Some are misunderstanding. The "Stop" is the sound of the heart stopping when cholesterol clogs the arteries.
The sun has deigned to smile on me
And make me his mistress moon
He fills with fire and burns in me
With heat of the sultry noon
I’m ravished by his solar flares
That make my face to glow
All night there is a radiance
In silver streams that flow
On velvet sheets of midnight black
I reign, mistress supreme
The stars all look with wonder on
Entranced by each moon beam
The love he made remains in me
And pulsates forming tides
The sea and oceans can't be still
From love that in me bides
The waves, they swell and do my will
The mistress of the night
Reflecting love from lover Sun
Until he rules in light
The sun, he comes to smile at me
His lover, mistress moon
He raptures me in his embrace
My splendor will shine soon
Eileen Manassian
Daylight fades, a city pulsates, and traffic is reflected in store windows.
Hurrying headlights come out of the darkness.
They crisscross like dueling knights. People in the crosswalk scamper
as if squirrels and streetlights leer gleaming yellow eyes, like watchful hawks.
The shrill trumpets of the charging gale force winds, rattle an awning,
and newly planted maple saplings bend and sway
in random pairs. Set in concrete planters, they hang on by tender rooted toes.
Pages of a discarded newspaper are hurled into the air,
buoyed on the steely breath of a frigid winter evening.
Several leaflets scatter into the street and down the sidewalk,
into the path of one lone pedestrian.
He slaps away the sports page, that flies into his chapped, red face.
Without hesitation, this castaway vagrant, down and out
by the rape of hard times, will accept an offered dime,
from a passing man in a Red Sox ball cap.
Head bent low, face hidden, a worn and dirty pea coat
pulled tightly around his thin frame, he carries all his meager belongings
in a large paper grocery bag, wrinkled and beginning to tear.
Serving as his satchel, the brown bag, damp and worn,
still displays big bold red and black letters
advertising "Smart and Final Grocery"--"Located in Three Convenient Locations".
A city bus roars by, splashing through three days of rain,
and a siren and a blaring horn is heard from the next block.
The dark silhouetted outcast, stops for a moment,
peers into a sidewalk trash receptacle, then continues slowly down the sidewalk.
A taxi pulls up along the curb behind him, and the attractive couple,
dressed in evening wear, emerge, pay for their taxi, and arm in arm,
enter Mario's Italian Restaurant, the brick bistro
that sits on the corner of Broadway and 1st.
It begins to rain again, and across the street people open umbrellas
and like the afore mentioned squirrels, they scurry home to supper.
The lone man walks in the rain, his pace doesn't quicken, his voice never spoken,
a spirit broken, ............ his sack held together by circumstance.
A passerby takes a brief glance...just a quick, chanced moment,
to take notice of "Smart and Final's" last stance.
Daylight fades, as day is done
A city pulsates out of breath
Headlights duel upon the streets
and I am like the kiss of death
to those who scurry home to eat
They pass me by, on rapid feet
heading to some cozy nest
And I must seek a place to rest
People in the crosswalk pass
with eyes that look the other way
and will not meet my own
They have important things to do
A class to take, a call to make
a meal to cook, a TV show or two
Like squirrels they scatter here and there
It seems the world is on a run
Shrill trumpets of a gale force wind
rattle doors I can't go in
Old news print flies into my face
I hardly feel each new disgrace
I swat away, and brace for more
distrust they have embraced
They see me with such wary eyes
If only they could see my heart
Not long ago I had a dream
A part of something good, it seemed.
I had a life, I had a home
Until it fell apart......
And hard times I have known
By circumstance the fates could be
me who hurries home to see
a family waiting, a table spread
a place to rest my weary head.
Oh, is it just too much to ask
Please look at me, just one true glance
and see that I am just like you
Someone that you used to know
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Contest: Being Homeless
Sponsor: The Seeker
10/26/16
You said you will love me....always
Be there for me....always
Cherish me...always
How long is your always, My Love?
A moment
An hour
A day
Just for this time
While our bodies and souls are
Intertwined?
While I make love to you
and make you shine...
Sublime?
How long is your always, my Love?
A week
A month
A season
A year
While I’m still healthy and young
Beautifully bountiful
smooth and silky
voluptuous and vivacious
agelessly alluring
sultry and sexy sweet
your whenever you want it treat?
How long is your always, my Love?
A lifetime?
Beyond?
To Eternity?
How long is your always, my Love?
Tell me…
Explain it to me
Whisper it in my ear
as my hair brushes against your chin
and my lips plant a kiss on your neck
Tell me....
Tell me!!!!
When you say
You will love me "ALWAYS"
Is your always....
the same time period as mine?
Search your heart
Search it carefully
Right now as it rapidly pulsates with passion's pleasure
Right now when eternity is ours
Here...now...
Ask your heart
Search it well and find
The truth that there resides
Pounding in those chambers
Reverberating Righteous Rhymes
TRUTH
Listen...
And if your heart answers....
"As long as I beat....ALWAYS breathes"
Then I'll give you my all….ALL
Body and soul
Forever and ALWAYS
YOURS...
as in my beating heart....
You are forever and ALWAYS
MINE! :)
Jade Celeste
The Curse of the Dead Sea
Dark ghosts traveling through the chilled air mist
where rare rough rivers, eddied and revolved, in
twists around into a violent, furious funnel offshore,
as this turbulent salt sea of iniquity opens up its storied,
salted bowels with its turgid moving fluids drowning
into a space of predestined bedded death—for all who
unknowingly venture into the embrace of the Dead Sea.
For knoweth that Poseidon, the ancient god of the sea,
may not be there in time to spare thy life that be in the
fatal grip of this salted deadly destiny, and its jeopardy,
as it’s written in the “riddle of sands” that remain blowing
as this earthly desert speaks to thee, spiced by the coldest
of raindrops carried on winds held deep within, as dark
clouds escape with their droplets running down into the
mountain “waters of life” that feed and form an evil river
that pulsates through the deep veins of existence, as drums
inside heartbeats play to a harmonious harp filled with a
mystic music dancing to visions of a salted angel who lives
deep within the Dead Sea.
Falling throughout the depths of time in the history of this
ancient sea of sure death, are grains of sand and pure white
salt which hold misted gems that speak to each and every
human footprint, leaving an imprinted, indelible image true,
behind the frame left crowned in the deep well of a forlorn,
shimmering pond that presciently knoweth that this ancient
Dead Sea, with its “salt of the sand” shall explain to you,
in kind, of the dangers that lurketh within the waters of its
salted, deadly grip, if thou chooseth unwisely to venture in
knowingly or unknowingly.
For Poseidon shall not be there in this “modern age” to
saveth thee and thy immortal soul!
Amen.
Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Poem
Copyright © All Rights Reserved – December 16, 2018
(Narrative)
This sunset of peach crowns the bay, aglow
While Manila lies in tropical bliss
This region bustling with tunes as nights flow
Along street cafes where friends reminisce.
The jam of guitars floods a moonlit trail
Dizzy where tangy hyacinths delight…
Folks prancing on rhumba beats to unveil
My city agleam... near a harbor bright.
Modern yet quaint, this scene is my life’s art
Afloat like an isle of eclectic flair,
Robed in temples,parks of inner child’s heart
For this dwelling charms with beauty to share.
In my abode of pearled Oriental grains,
Manila pulsates in festive refrains.
Where Are You From Contest
Sponsor: Joseph Soper
* Manila ( Philippines)
Seeds were sown on fertile soil while
SOME FELL upon STONEY GROUND
(This is a poem about one of the latter)
Oh affluent lady in smart design
Scurrying to Tim’s bar to taste of wine
But one and all can see beneath the paint
Scars that pay heed to a lost soul so taint.
Consumption foremost doth addle her mind
When desperate to track a daily grind
Eyes witness testament of her flurry
A lustful grin contrives her to hurry.
With a shaking hand crystal flute to raise
Each sup hallelujah in silent praise
An embarrassing glance though not a care
Her inner most pain bared for all to share.
Hastily she consumes her liquid meal
Her body pulsates unable to heal
A repetitive shot needed to please
No unsociable craving to be ease.
Silver Jag’s outside all bright and gleaming
She fights with the keys her body screaming
A need to be alone and get away
So she can measure the rest of the day.
© Harry J Horsman 2022
Melodious tides serenade along a foam dipped coast line,
we drift as a single composed symphony,
seduced by a pounding surf, its sensuous rhythm pulsates
flooding our hearts, aching to collide
in the tempo of a lone torrent’s embrace
Scorching tropical passions seize the moonlit sand,
palm tree shadows sway atop sultry weathered dunes
of lemongrass and saw palmetto,
on saltwater breezes moaning our names, mellifluously
from a quivering horizon
Warm dark rum skin intoxicates, I stagger,
lost in hypnotic topaz eyes, reflective pleadings
of deeper desires sought, fingertips probe sun softened locks,
nightshade tresses, mingling with a rippled surf
as stardust illumines moist swollen lips, parted
Harmonic waves wash atop entwined silhouettes
nearing a crescendo, a pinnacle of pleasure,
where secrets are revealed in half swallowed sighs
on this coastal haven when voices sing in
throaty whispers of impassioned ecstasy
Now as heated breaths hover beneath the moon’s glowing stare
we too build and recede, feeding our amorous desires
as the fading night relinquishes its hold and dawn cracks the sky
Our tide becomes one, our union remains unbroken,
our love, eternally bound by the melody of the sea