Best Ravishes Poems
I follow an unseen trail of your seductive perfume
through the sand plains and dune spines,
the moon beams a target on your Temple
a wave of shadow glow in the deep night,
the cloak of my heart flutters
as I see you, gowned in the youth of star light,
a woman with no age, fresh and ready for love
in secret chamber made for the pulse of passion
a shelter from storm and sorrow,
You greet me as Warrior with eyes radiant in hunger
a smile that ravishes my final impulse of suspicion,
you tell me to let struggle escape from shoulders stiff
to remove my worry of what if and the clutch of false desires,
the need for your erotic enclosure of my body ensues
my heart and hardened limb speak the same language
an ancient tongue of wonderlust
want wettens my thirsty mouth for you,
I claim you as my Goddess of divine caress,
leading me into your valley of honey cream
we elope into the eclipse of desert bliss -
J.A.B.
A tsunami of black ash blankets half a world
Trash toadstool hoodoos, wastelandic pillage
and pollutant mucus ravishes lava villages
Draining is the amalgam mass at the end of the spectrum
Stone environs shock, unnatural landscapes
Polyethylene islands flushing the canvas
Carbon contaminant fumes flair in mid drift air
Virtually no place on Earth is free of the polymer fog
Foaming magma cascades over metallic mushroom roots
Spiny shoots sprout tentacles from rubber trees
Mercury and cadmium toxin leeches' groundwater
Above the quicksand are flying objects that pass as vultures
For a million magarican dollars I was greeted by a masked spacebot
Left on moonlit Luna's Lot are my collection of yin-yang art articles
I’m the unchained melody hidden within your
Inner soul, the lustful beating heart that ravishes
The male beneath submission’s wrath, leaving nothing
To remain but ashes of erotic residue behind.
I’m the lunar temptress, illuminating thy forbidden desires
By the moonlights influx, a translucent being shimmering
Between enchantments silken sheets of fantasy.
Wants gypsy rose of paradise, shaking my private tambourine,
For the golden bangles of my mid-night lover,
The highway man who’s stolen my heart’s pleasure,
And has left me aching for more.
The nineties twenties flapper, a dime a dance,
For a whirlwinds romance, your hotsy totsy baby,
Lost in the rhythm of the wild, reckless abandonment
Of music’s seduction beat.
Behold I’m the unsheathed rose thorn exposed,
The flickering of candle light burning at both ends,
The untied ribbons, releasing the loose tresses of
Locks of raven hair, that covers the moon at twilight’s
Hour of passion.
Salvation’s untamed spiritual descendant, casting
My vials of temptation to the winds of desert,
As grains of sand, that turns golden as they land,
At the feet of humanity’s thresholds bed chamber.
A glittering jewel of the Nile, sailing the isles
Of fertility beyond the ages, towards the shores
Of infinity within your arms my beloved pharaoh,
I your Egyptian slave, to be commanded at your
Whim’s wish.
Who am I, you ask in a night’s hushed whisper,
The one whom truly loves thee, just ask me and
I will become your heart’s desire, your woman of
Fantasy,
Why again you ask, simply put the woman
Dearest beloved that loves you without
Reservations control, for you are the puppet
Master of my inner soul, and I love thee
Beyond reasons understanding.
CONTEST HOTSY TOTSY
02-18-2015
Towards the heavens of the existing
long we beheld
the fleeting idea
which ravishes the immense beauty
to the dream
but it was only out to sea
of your appearing
she made herself
tangible, to the real,
and boundless
Like my special comfortable chair
I'm reassured your always there
when I need you.
Providing a comfortable cushion
against harsh ravishes and rigors
of life.
My sanctuary
my my love
my heart and soul
my wife
my life.
Peter Dome.copyright.2013.July.
~Trials And Pain~
(Rhyme)
Some folks may choose death over life
In all the midst of their strife
But I've always chosen heartedly
Life because I believe guardedly
That what really define us in the end
Is the choices that we make my friend
Who we choose when we have to face any
Adversity or what we may see as a tragedy.
Who we choose to be and how we react to it
Is what mold us and shapes us every bit
How we respond to each trial and suffering
Is of the utmost importance of our living.
Let's not be dictated against our judgement or stir away
From our goals by other peoples opinions, or events, yea.
Master-minded by life or executed by the ravishes time,
Both which may show us no compassion at all under any clime.
Let's not be mislead or wrongly misguided every day
To act in a rash manner when unfortunate deeds are at play
For our emotions we must master, and not in any way or time be
Controlled by them, for as we know emotions come and flee
So many in our hearts we breed them and often from the world conceal
They may come and go as freely as they please and we may feel.
Our thoughts breath them with life, and shape them in many forms each day.
There's always room for improvement as they are in the sky all the stars,
But you should learn, accept and like yourself, the person that you are.
Love life and embrace it,love yourself every single day to,
Be kind but strong, remember,that in Gods perfect image you were created too,
Trials and pain can break us or help us grow positivity all the way through.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2014
January.20.2015
We are intertwined and insane and I don't even mind
Running you down is bliss, then we pause with a hiss
You excite me as I gain on you, we are two of a kind
Fire in your eyes makes me roar as I close, then miss
You run around me as I give chase without a corner
We turn to scratch and claw in an everlasting roll
I pin you down as your fangs tease at my jugular
Growling as you escape me, your tail fluffed and full
Something in our souls ravishes our instinctive goals
Deep in the den is where we both want this to end
Free of the hunger dulls, we embrace our inner roles
Tangled tails and broken nails, we lay down to mend
for you: 8\22\13
With your arms wrapped around me, I can reach for the stars
The love you give me adds the strength for me to reach beyond
The glowing in your eyes, tempt me with your magical charms
These enticing moments makes me feel like your queen
Your love of laughter, ravishes my heart with great appeal
Your charismatic devil may care, causes my heart to tremble
Blessed are you with your magical blues alluring eyes
Till our final moment, may we lay in each others arms
For you are my one and only true lover so real
Our love is so true, as like a beauty of a glassy rainbow
I'll follow you down that long path, till we reach our beloved gold
For eternity to come, forever we will have each other to have and to hold.
A closet hangs with ideas from Facebook posts past.
Tags still hang from pretty purchases,
nobody tagged in posts never made.
I sigh as I struggle in arms and poke through my big head.
The hourglass that has flippantly flipped
two hundred and eighty nine thousand times
has not left me it’s salacious shape like it has Michelle.
I wiggle out of wool’s tight hug.
A T-shirt and work worn jeans beacon me
like someone never unfriended.
I apply a layer of vanity,
rimming my eyes in black
a raccoon’s asset, so why not mine?
Red rouge ravishes cheeks that the sun should have.
I wince in weary wonderment as
Jan still looks like twenty Januarys ago.
There’s Tammy, posing perky and proud perfect.
She has a cousin I wished to kiss in kindergarten.
Lovely Lisa, whose husband I did try kissing in first grade.
Wendy is still wily and wild in a winsome way.
Betsy, best in beauty, my childhood cornerstone before chantilly.
Then, holding a two year old friend,
outside my three feet of comfort,
I tap the icon, and wonder momentarily,
why it’s called as such.
Realization hits like the sissy girl I used to be.
Its iconic, this legacy of vanity,
passed from polaroid to paranoid.
I don’t have to shake it and wait, it’s instantaneous.
This face is a fleeting fallacy.
So I lather away the layer of vanity
and return to myself.
I like her better,
and so might he,
so I post.
It’s a wait and see.
SHE IS MY WEAKNESS
When I see her my heart skips
When she touches me my pulse dips
She looks so cool hut I bet she's hot
Ask me how I know this
Wait till she looks at you
If you don't melt, then I must be a weakling
She got me got me confused
When she gave me a lap dance
My mind got lost
But really that was the start of my lust
I've got plan to return
Leave me lost in her list
Thought of her kiss get me jerking in btwn
You won't know till you have one
But sorry, I'll kill you if you dare think of it
Don't blame me when I lose my senses
You can keep your legs standing at her holding you
I tremble when she draws me closer
I wonder what closes my eyes when she soaks me in her mouth
I lose control when she ravishes me with her tongue
The moment she scrub my hair with her fingers
That's the point I exist no more
Just a bit stronger than a worm
She's my strength makes makes me go on
She is my hope making me think of another day
She's my subject cos she worships me
Above all, she's my weakness
Cos she takes away my breath every moment.
Shout out to my Sweet One
(FM CONCEPTUAL)
They say that I’m a myth, a creature set on vengeance, and my battle cries are carried by the wolves…
I am none of these. I am the blade that scrapes away the scorch of day.
My hair, black as night, its length every inch the strength that ravishes my tall body and thick as fear.
My skin, white from the blood of the moon that consecrated me to destiny and carrying aspiration’s gems.
My eyes, ocean’s azure from the depths of pain that nature has wrought and bore, and clear as truth.
My armor, charred charcoal by the flames of the sun to purify a silver heart and impenetrable as diamond.
Given a bow and arrow and a path to follow, I set out at dark, covering the earth,
protecting the innocent, preserving morality in human hearts, opposing injustice.
Those who refuse to yield their power over the weak shall know fear and trembling, their world shall be tormented by storms.
Those who gaze into my eyes, dream of glory, yet it will elude them, as will contentment.
Those who curse my cause shall live in illusion, never discerning reality from visions.
Those who listen to this siren of dusk, shall be mesmerized… hypnotized by it.
The moon chooses whom to save, and my touch heals them.
Everywhere I go, I set not my feet on concrete, but on deserts, valleys and oceans.
Nature follows in my every step, rises at my command, defends my hindsight and covers my slumbering.
I am Aygül, daughter of night, mother of thunder, enchantress of hearts, empress of justice and rose of the moon.
The winding lane twists and turns
as it meanders up hill and down dale
stretching far ahead, a silvery thread
glistening and glinting, beckoning me on
Peaceful countryside noises abound in the air
cooing of woodpigeons, rapid tapping of woodpecker
raucous cries of rooks nesting in the trees nearby
low mooing of cows and bleats from the young lambs
As I journey onwards beneath the vibrant blues skies
I come to a brow and there stretched out before me
a landscape so picture perfect it moves me to tears
verdant hues of green from the meadows, scent filled air
This is where I want to be and to grow gracefully old
to put down my roots and settle in this peaceful vale
to wake each day to the glories of nature each different
something new to catch my eye and fill me with delight
A place to rest with natures bounteous treasures spread
to revive a weary soul, to heal the ravishes of every day life
Became a Stribu model barefooted.
One of many but an ordinary person.
Wore a shirt from Walmart.
A denim skorts from Jcp.
My teenage daughter was humiliated.
I felt great, forgot my illness, heartaches.
Stood proud clothe in my brown skin.
Whoever withheld, restricted, am free,
though cancer ravishes, I stripped
for my child who's ashamed,
other who don't know, cannot afford screening, treatment.
For the homeless, those who cannot afford.
I stood shoeless. Am thankful for all I have, am given.
Most importantly for life. My gift to those who are no longer,
at the early stages, the end.
I stood for you shoeless and unrestricted.
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DREAMS
My imagination soars through my thoughts and dreams,
Copious and abundant, surrounded by darkness in reams.
Like jewelled sunlight dancing delicately on waves of insanity,
Humbling my thoughts to prevent my flounder into vanity.
Travelling the quilted patchwork of my mind it wanders free,
Unhindered it ravishes logic chewing and spitting with glee.
Within this flux of swirling images spawns creativity and birth,
Unrestricted by reality, yet, still human frailties’ remain its dearth.
A freedom of restrictions stretch the boundaries of logic and rage,
To attack and challenge love, to fight, to devour life and rampage.
What to of deception? How guilt fades within early morning light,
Uncontrolled it flourishes only to dissolve with the passing of night.
The door opens.
And a shadow looms.
That’s the one!
A hand is given.
Paper, metal, plastic.
It’s all the same.
Its all as grand as the other.
Desperation does not discriminate.
Nor greed, nor desire, nor hunger.
All is welcome!
A bright light leads the way.
I look ahead.
Below the shield lay not poison, but medicine.
It tastes terrible.
But I take it.
The light goes out and darkness looms.
This medicine is harsh!
It tastes terrible.
It is hard to take.
But I take it.
For it supports me.
It gives me power, strength and ability.
The ability to both survive and strive.
As I consume each dose, it hits me.
The hard blow consumes me.
I lay down bare, still and let it absorb me.
It runs through my body, inside my body.
But this medicine is not good.
For the moment it gives me what I need.
In the long term, the side effects are too much to bear.
I must quit.
But how?
By now the addiction ravishes me.
It both heals me and destroys me.
That’s it, cold turkey.
I quit.
In the shower I crawl.
To drown my misery and wash away my sins.
It is the longest shower of my life!
No matter how hard I scrub,
No matter how much soap I use,
No matter how clean and shiny I look.
And no matter how fresh and rosey I smell,
I look in the mirror and remember the addiction I once had.
But I was right.
I did not need that medicine.
That medicine made it easy and quicker for me to treat myself.
But I was right.
I did not need that medicine.
For without it, it was in deed slower.
But I was was strong.
Paper, metal, plastic.
It’s all the same.
It might not be as grand,
But….
Paper, metal, plastic.
The basic elements are still there.
The mirror shows my reflection.
The addict I once was.
No matter how much it helped me,
Without it I am strong and healthy.
I feel strong.
I feel healthy.
I survived.