Best Secretions Poems
Only love transcends the infinite skies,
Through portals of passion that resonate…
Vibrations amongst wings of butterflies,
Reaching distant dormant eyes to dilate.
My love shall find your hibernating heart,
Daunting desolate debris building walls…
To paint your smile upon exquisite art,
Our love to bravura in heavens halls.
Whispers of amour in the morning light,
The universe unfolds with surreal…
Secretions of suns amidst darkest night,
Spewing teasing temptations that conceal.
Only love transcends the infinite skies,
Through portals of passion that resonate.
June.29.2019
The Most Beautiful Sonnet
Sponsored by: William Kekaula
A video poem
Background music by PinkZebra...
"Beautiful Moments"
Using a male virtual voice
Written with the 2'nd scheme Sonnet...
abab cdcd efef ab
10 syllables per line
The sonnet will repeat in the video
Thank you, dear poetic sisters, & brothers...
for making this Video Poem an enjoyable 'POTD'
:0)
This sonnet has won the grand prize of $100.00...I've asked our dear poetic brother William Kekaula to forfeit the money to his favorite charity...or at least use it for another wonderful contest of his...for which I will not enter lol...thank you all...^WW^ :o)
The Real McCoy
Androids Humanoid- Robotic Robots
Feel them- touch them- real life fembots
Soulless secretions a monster metallic
A copy completion approaching organic
Interacting in all moods they are set to please
Sub servant or vampish programmed to tease
Favoured by lust as love turns into dust
A bodacious bust that someday will rust
Providing human like- company for men
Discard them-Leave them- again and again
Love in a box the new carnal cosmetic clocks
She shakes and she rocks and even dirty talks
Hearts made of steel- don’t get broken
Yours for the picking- Destiny has spoken
She strikes a pose as you take off her clothes
No need for a rose as you undress and expose
Alas for us ladies the future is bleak
Emotions are replaced- no more to speak
A disheartened Delilah a gratifying Lady Godiva
Unleashing a metal messiah a pandemic pariah.
Aug.24.2017
Collab with a dear friend from down under...(((Maria Williams)))
Thank you, Maria, for your exchange of words and poetic dance...it was great fun to collab with you...let's do it again soon...
Spray your love in the masochistic mist,
shapely satisfying the illicit itch...
With handcuffs upon the wicked wrist,
narcotic nectars that will bewitch…
Salacious secretions that must assist,
appeasing appetites that shall enrich...
Salivating on parts hardly ever kissed,
exploring erotica within its niche…
Licentious desires amidst negligent night,
engulfing erections are craving...
Passionate pistils partake in their plight,
tender thoughts are misbehaving…
Bodies in motion divulge in delight,
as animalistic aphrodisiacs are raving...
Concupiscence convulsions do bite;
willing wanton wizards are waving…
Hold me tight as we twist and twitch,
upon luscious landscapes yearning...
Libidinousness lactations in their stitch,
beauteous breasts are burning…
Carnal covetousness stings their pitch,
for evocative emulations returning...
Leaving humble humanity in the ditch,
lacrimal lewdness upon learning.
Oct.15.2019
Itch, witch, glitch or twitch
Sponsored by: Nina Parmenter
Background Music...Sade
"No Ordinary Love"
With Female Virtual Voice
N/A for contest
A thorn in a mothers heart,
When did this pain start?
With twists and moans as the baby parts,
Certainly where it gets its start.
Heart tightens to the thorn with vines,
Tiny thing will always be mine.
Sucking and feeding off every beat,
The little thorn must always eat.
Feeling comfort and wanting to stay,
The little thorn feels the vines pull away.
Growing and always wanting more,
The little thorn starts to find locked doors.
Looking deeply to find one ajar,
A door opens and takes the thorn far.
Journeying to discover what it is,
The thorn learns it can never be kissed.
Wondering why it is such a thing,
It starts to feel its little sting.
Red secretions pulse from the thorn,
This is the day it learns to mourn.
When the rain pours I think of sex
Under the duvet
Getting wet
Starting as a whisper
Say things to make me weak
Imagine your breath caressing my neck
From the erotic words you speak
Thunderous banging
Outside the storm begins
Inside my head imagination springs
Thoughts of hungry kisses
Hard and fast, passion ignites
Tongues like serpents find their way
Sliding over our bodies delights
Feelings of indulgence, lets rip
Skin upon skin, mmmm
Going deeper entering in
Ever tighter sensual grip
Pulling closer then pushing away
Harder and harder
The pleasure will pay
Moans of rapture, loves crescendo
Incredible to resist
Just let go
Intense desire
Juices flow
Taken to the point of no return
Yielded to the craving
Burning, ecstasy, carnal yearn
Gasping for air,
In the heady sensual scent
Collapse in lustful secretions
All energy's spent
The rain is slowing down
Reality or fantasy
My head under the eiderdown.
In a Continuum consciousness far beyond
In a timeless time of pre existence
Waking wonders that unfold and respond
With the Kingdom keys of less resistance...
Seismic secular Soul secretions
Creating many learned living legions
Chaotic Cosmic consciousness swirling in Majestic masses
Super Sponge Soul absorbing the Multiverse of gases
Dynamic DNA dancing strands of phosphate spice
The blueprints of our creation double helix shall suffice
Spiritual Soul the embodiment of a specified source
Collective Consciousness through out the human course
Dark molecular matter that we cannot see
Is the Love, the galactic glue that is to be.
Why is it necessary that Soul consciousness be achieved while in the physical body? Is this the purpose of our souls being encased in a physical body?
May.25.2016
Contest By Catie Lindsey
Thrusting deep into my soul,
again …….and ……again
he penetrates with poetic prowess
the velvet softness of my dreams.
Pounding into pleasure’s pool,
HE R A V I S H E S:
r~i~p~p~l~i~n~g through me with rhythm ~ and ~ rhyme
Sublime sensuality in scented syllables
I exhale emotions.
Sated by the secrets of his syntax secretions,
My pounding heartbeats begin to calm
Fisted hands open to palm.
The tears of euphoria subside
I HIDE
Sweetly safe and sound
In the word haven of his arms
Eileen Manassian
Everyone loves
nectar from honey
moons and the
sweet secretions of
honey sickle stems
But who will love you
when no moons shine
and seas rebuff
sands from your
continent?
When the warmth of
summer winds fade
and coolness assails
the molecular density
of your liquidity,
do candle lit windows
really welcome
torn hearts
into quilted tranquility?
Love of my love,
I pray you rest peacefully,
New moons await
on unwritten horizons
I’ve been blinded by a blistering light
An atomic angel in the nuclear night
Have they come to take us away at last?
Have they come to punish us for the past?
Let me just hold on
Hold on to these few threads
“Papa, can we bring them
Till we get back home again?”
I’m here in the wilderness with my kin
A makeshift shelter from sticks so thin
The kids are asleep so I cradle the gin
Alone in the reeds with secretions and sin
When morning comes like an atomic cloud
When hard truths assault you like bombs so
loud
Whatever happened to once make you proud
Will be crucified like the Face in the Shroud
Let me just hold on
Hold on to these few threads
“Mama, can we bring them
Till we get back home again?”
Mother and infant, both hopelessly yearning
Scraps of subsistence ‘mid garbage cans burning
Walk up close to them, their cart full of waste
Permanent Babylon — no figure chaste
Now does the sex of the child much matter?
Will its birthday letters be seen ever after,
From up on some small planet’s observing post
Its tiny embryonic, cancerous host?
I’ve been blinded by a ruinous light
A ballistic angel in the wintry night
Have they come to take us away at last?
Have they come to punish us for the past?
Let me just hold on
Hold on to these few threads
“Papa, can we bring them
Till we get back home again?”
Hormones make the Endocrine System work
They’re always around, they always lurk.
And they do so many things
And to the body the blood always brings
So many chemicals all over abound
Each only binds to specific receptors found.
Sometimes they’re high, sometimes they’re low
And hormones always absolutely go
Via the blood until it finds,
Its special receptor, where it binds.
And no matter what you think you knew
There’s only five things they generally do.
Membrane potential, a hormone can alter,
And so a cell’s function will never falter.
When they alter membrane potentials we know
And that always means information will flow.
Protein synthesis, too, gets involved
And making large molecules soon gets resolved.
They can cause proteins synthesis in the cell
By turning on genes that work so well.
Enzyme modifications are also the norms
They can activate second messenger forms.
And when it does, it can certainly cause,
Enzyme activity or enzyme pause.
Secretions, too, the cell will spit out,
Due to the hormone, because of its clout.
And what is the importance of what the hormones’ issues
These cells spew out substances to affect other tissues.
Then there’s the last, reproductive in nature
Mitosis and meiosis, both important in stature.
Both types of cell division are obviously affected,
Another example of hormones, reflected.
Man you a wizard warlocking written to spellbinding spoken word.
Jargoning prolific prophetic like the bible real truth.
I'm xeroxing you so x-ray this diagonally
Awe inspired me like Edgar Allan Poetically
Your magic wand sleight of hand transform to a mic.
Hand quicker than the eye trick.
You the spoken word godfather - whose
Hawking pen spit out
A magical abracadabra mouthpiece
Poetic secretions flowing from heaven
From page to the stage
A hocus pocus Houdini spoken word escape
Unlocked the handcuffs of the page
True illusionist of poetic illusions brought me to this conclusion.
Her fake perfume smelled of cheap musk,
tobacco and passion flowers,
the stench of betrayal lingered long
after she had shiftily backpedaled
Musk is a class of aromatic substances commonly used as base notes in perfumery. They include glandular secretions from animals such as the musk deer, numerous plants emitting similar fragrances, and artificial substances with similar odors. Ewwww.....who knew? No wonder.
Wikipedia of course.
Black-blue and purple-gray, barred from florescent in amber we play
scratched across vinyl, we sway, arguments in amber we play.
Hopped up on booze, blow, and the down beats blare where we grind
the twenty-first centuries bruised gene pool is content in amber we play.
Fused in secretions, saps, drink thrust and dine whoring for more
like the short lived denizens of earlier times in amber we play.
Alive in the moment pupils blown, see them sway
selling their innocence as if it were blight
oh the pretense of love, found, lost or betrayed.
Drunken dancers grope for holds, bleary eyed strays
tasting the bitter fruit bone weary of fright
alive in the moment pupils blown, see them sway.
The disc jockey's spinning tunes stage dive, surf the floor
in the jaundiced light of bars where love's betrayed in amber we play.
Whites blown and blood shot, cigarette smoke a thick haze
jaundiced death walks to the bass beat as in amber we play.
SONG: Whiter Shade of Pale
I Stand Here- 'The Infinite Now'
I stand here silent within that vastness of mind
Awareness thru consciousness fleshly combined
Experiencing of emptiness with stillness aligned
Time and space with illusions eternally designed
Realities in constructing the Matrix surrounding
Third-density mirroring constructs compounding
Thoughts roaming thru naked echoes sounding
Words upon silence forever soporifically bounding
Past present future coexisting in realms synchronic
Vortexes of love thru hearts with speeds subsonic
Infinite now expanding thru virtual voids embryonic
Standing still digitally amidst secretions euphonic.
This poem is also a [B.R.]...backward reversible
Mind of vastness that within silent here stand I
Combined fleshly consciousness thru awareness
Aligned stillness with emptiness of experiencing
Designed eternally illusions with space and time
Surrounding Matrix the constructing in realities
Compounding constructs mirroring third-density
Sounding echoes naked thru roaming thoughts
Bounding soporifically forever silence upon words
Synchronic realms in coexisting future present past
Subsonic speeds with hearts thru love of vortexes
Embryonic voids virtual thru expanding now infinite
Euphonic secretions amidst digitally still standing.
Oct.13.2018
I Stand Here Poetry
Sponsored by: craig cornish
N/A for contest
Point Of No Return
Nor here or there we stand before creations
Stardust secretions with loving limitations
Heaven bounded in the lap of lachrymal lure
Multiverse in reverse as we euphorically endure
Immaculate infernal of soul’s conception
Divine destiny draws us to deaths deception
Holographic injections of celestial skies
Soothing stimuli of diffracted disguise
Fragile flowers falling into edacious eternity
Theatrically thrown upon mammoth mystery
Cosmic castrations of redundant rebirth
Sanctioned slaves of this emancipated earth.
Dec.05.2016
Point of No Return - Contest
Sponsored by: Nicola Byrne