Best Spurting Poems
Within Passion's Dream
A Collaboration with Michael P. Clarke (Vladislav Raven)
Within Passion's Dream I hold you close beside the Ocean of Love.
I behold God's heavenly stars and they hold not the beauty of your temple.
You are the glory in my every thought and dream,
let me taste of your divine lips and love shall flow.
Come dance with me through love's divinity;
oh beauty of my heaven your love does sing.
You are all my tomorrows wrapped in a beauteous dream,
come my beloved in the love we share Within Passion's Dream.
Within Passion’s Dream, you are eternally mine,
as we nestle in the ardent arms of an orange-adorned full moon.
Let me enrapture you with the warmth of my legs and breasts,
entwining you in my vines, drinking deeply from the goblet of love.
Electrified by your sensuous caresses that awaken all my senses,
my beloved, your essence seeps into the pores of my very soul.
Whirling in ecstasy from the sweetness of honeydew kisses,
we twinkle through a star-studded Milky Way Within Passion’s Dream.
Within Passion's Dream I am enraptured by our love,
your temple joining with mine in a passion primal in its bearing.
Let stardust caress us as in love's magic we dwell,
your lips on mine and divinity's song is sung.
I lose myself in the eyes of an angel's face,
swimming deep within memories vision.
One heart, one soul, paradise our aim,
I find your eternal beauty ever before me Within Passion's Dream.
Within Passion’s Dream, I behold the wonder that is you,
sprinkling sunbeams and moonbeams showering me with your love.
Bodies and souls merging, we waltz to melodies
of a celestial symphony divinely orchestrated.
Like juicy golden grapes on a ripened vine,
unabashedly spurting their syrupy sweet wine,
tender tendrils of our love do gently unfold and
our hearts chime in rhapsodic harmony Within Passion’s Dream.
01-18-2017
Poem of the Day - 01-20-2017
Note: Mike wrote the 1st and 3rd stanzas, while I wrote the 2nd and 4th stanzas.
Thank you my friend, Mike for inviting me to collaborate with you on this piece, for your wonderful inspiration, and making it easy for me!
On Blue Ocean
Blue ocean rises
and falls with cool
serenity,
creating crests
of roving waves,
seeking yellow,
sun-bleached shores.
Aah! Behold
its engorged bosoms,
heaving and trembling,
passionately
spurting out
bubbly, champagne-like,
sparkling spumes,
that elatedly
lick and tickle
flashy red tails of
flirtatious mermaids.
On summer nights,
inhale deeply
its fresh salty scent,
which clings to the air,
like an old lover.
Then savoring the
sweet, rhythmic
undulation of
rippling, indigo
ocean, I drowse in
Poseidon’s arms and,
drift off … on a dream.
01-06-2016
Contest: Anacreontic Verse 2
Sponsor: Edward Ebbs
Placement: 3rd
There is Nothing to Say About It
There is nothing to say about it
No words to describe it at all
There are no words at all to describe
the mass slaughter of innocents,
the relentless malignant progressions of
the evil black-moving cloud of terminations,
the toxic metastasizing ooze of outright annihilations,
the blood-gurgling regurgitations, and
the blood-spurting decapitations.
There is nothing to say about it.
Nothing to say at all.
No words to describe
the hopeless piercing cries of the infidels
the whimpering terrified pleadings of the condemned
the silent gasping inhalations of the dying
There is nothing to say about it.
No words to describe it at all!
My heart at 62 years has not seen anything like this at all!
Never anything like this at all!
I have not seen this outrageous slaughter before at all!
There is nothing to say, except…
These are the days!
The days of this unkind hour;
the days before the great onslaught!
Before this massive earthly descent to the lowest places,
the smelly dank places,
the rotting miasma of the dead places.
There are no words to describe it!
There is nothing to say at all!
Share, discover.
With lips and fingers and skin
Tasting, touching and feeling
With tongue rolling in the wet longing
Silent cry, pleading
Agonized shiver seeking release
Of holding back to get to higher heights,
Reaching firm the nape
Closely arching
Wrapping legs around the hips
Reaching for each other's soul
Searching. Seeking. Wanting
Feeding the echoes of glory
Til ultimate unity entangled in rhymes
Squeeze me tight
Faster now, urging on and on.
Dancing in pleasure's rhythm
Lips locked and sealed, embracing.
Entwined, lurking in bliss of screaming wants!
Wanting More. More..Please. More.
To stop this ragged breathing
Hands holding, entwining
To stop this trembling body
Gasping breaths so warm and teasing
She says, never stop
Joined bodies in unison moving.
Screaming like no one cares to listen
Perspiring. Slipping. Sliding. Slurping
Spurting spirits release the final dance
Pounding hearts now the only sound
That join heavy blissful breathing
Holding on in embrace so tight
Hoping the next one comes
When morrow's warmed by the sun.
Inner Whispers
Man of words, strange creature of fiery intention,
Amplifying pictures with that restless imagination,
Great are the images spurting forth from your pen,
Nothing holds you down, working alone in the den;
Unto the night you toil, pushed by an alien power,
Mastering some inner demons, taming your fear.
Oh how you search for truths floating up in the air,
Producing tremors with the raging force they stir,
Until at last your labors come to a perfect ending,
Shaking humanity with the hard lessons they bring.
Bill prodded his sebaceous cyst
‘Twas massive the size of his fist
It spurted green pus
His wife made a fuss
“Get treatment NOW, I must insist”
Blue lighted to the A & E
Huge spurting cyst medics could see
Bill’s livid butt boil
Made doctor’s recoil
Needs lancing now, they all agree
They bundle Bill onto a table
“Don’t sedate him” said his wife Mable
I will succinctly put
He’s a pain in the butt
I’m leaving him when I am able
The medics gave Bill’s boil a prick
Green gunky pus splurts, it’s so thick
Poor Mable was heaving
She said, “Bill I’m leaving
Because you’re an ignorant dick”
“You wouldn’t seek treatment for years
Your constant moans left me in tears
I’ll file for divorce
I’m leaving of course
I’m going to live in Algiers”!
Bills visage turned ever so pale
His final breath he did exhale
The cad passed away
There’s no more to say
I’ve finished the end of this tale!
Spill it all out
Where is the light to guide these words?
Everything feels gone
Empty again
So spilling it out is impossible?
Yet words still flow through it all
Thoughts still run rampant
Broken pipework spraying all over the place
Rust collecting on the spurting silver
Losing very inch of pride
Unable to control these lines
Pinch it all out
Squeeze it like the last bits of toothpaste in a tube
Roll it up and twist the remains
Pressure is building
Tension is steadily, stiffly waiting
To be released
Let it all go!
There is no point anymore
Stop building on disaster!
Let the words flow
Spill the damn mess out
And don't clean up
Let me pick up the pieces
Hand me the mop
Because when it is finally all out
The emptiness will leave
You'll know exactly what to express
It will all be clear
4-20-13
water spurting
from a gargoyle spout…
I am drawn to
the gurgling of a baby
in his mother’s arms
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© 20th January 2020
[Published in Cattails Spring/April issue 2020 p. 86]
Editor’s choice:
The hinge of the poem by Paul Callus is a homophony - gargoyle and gurgle. The similar sound reveals a distinction between a hideous gargoyle and an innocent baby, but the baby if it cries - spouts water - can also look like a gargoyle. However, this is circumvented by the mother’s care so the poem begins in the ugly but ends in Madonna-like serenity and centres on the implied but absent fountain - of tears or of life and love.
Sonam Chhoki
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Where Has All The Beauty Gone?
There is no time like the now times,
The ever-present blood-swooshing times.
Time again to surrender as a smitten lover surrenders,
To the never-ending rhapsodies of erotic impulses,
Which exhale as a listless leviathan exhales,
Basking in the swishing waters off the windy capes,
Naked, but kept hidden, in the unknown anterior rooms,
Of a hundred dark mansions in the draping hollows,
Encased with ethereal atmospheres and essences,
In stony gold, glittering emeralds, and smooth diamonds,
All dazzling the senses with spurting explosions of light,
Of helpless exaltations and cooing astonishments;
Now they’re seeking the old nights and the old embraces
In the gaping moonlight, amid intense and timid arousals;
Their blinking black eyes squinting from behind the papered walls,
Of dustless airless rooms with drooping statues of dead poets,
Alive still as they rise again in mythic intonations,
Making suave movements with pointing soft fingers,
Upon the moist nape of blond submitting desires.
Watching in spirit now as they once peeped at lovers;
Peeping and prying and peering from behind infinitesimal holes,
Never seen before by the living or the bereaved,
Nor by the delirious or the unjustly defamed;
Now they just bite us, the souls of the dead boys in blue.
And they watch us from behind those bare walls,
Those breathing twitching snarling walls.
So, where has all the beauty gone?
Spurting colors in a sunset sky,
The look of absolute wonder in the eye
As the last of the sun descends,
The lingering light tickling trembling waves
Embraces in a thrashing storm,
Nighttime sharpening the senses,
An apology accentuating sincerity,
Sighs of relief parting the lips
The sound of trust on the tongue,
The joining of hands in times of fear,
Sorrow in a child's hopeful eyes
Anger aimed to protect
Nostalgic memories relived,
Warm blankets over shivering limbs
The vast movement of the moon,
Growing light approaching fullness
2.5.2020
Note: What are your weak spots?
How could I forget the sight
He fought for dear life
As she stabbed with a knife
His face overcome with despair
Blood spurting on her hair
She wiped her sweaty face
The lump in my throat!
My son, she said
You too will slaughter a goat
love with love flirts
feel bliss spurting
exert no more
Giant spider, climbing up the spout
Downward it tripped right on my pillow...
I croaked and rattled a loudest shout,
And glue-stick couldn't rid its long toes.
As thorax clung on the bedside wall
Spinning a web, a bold fight did dare
Wired mouth sprawled, I wanted to fall
But with my toy gun, war we declared.
I’ll pulp them eyes till the neck-bone drops
Spurting water on vile insect's tricks,
Until cape flings like a hero’s props...
It's Spiderman from Marvel comics!
Debbie Guzzi's Monsters and Marvels Contest
nette onclaud
Special Action Force, “By Skills and Virtue, We Triumph”....
Hail to you heroes who fought until their last breath!
No fear to face the awaiting door of death.
As you defend and secure our Motherland especially the youth.
At the hour of battle field you gave your best,
As you tactically crawled only to range the said target.
Mike 1, Bingo! Mission accomplished you eliminate the terrorist.
You save not only the innocent citizenry but the whole state.
But at the time of extraction, treacherous rebels pop-out,
From nowhere they came to destroy you mercilessly.
Quite heartbreaking that reinforcement you shout!
But nobody came as you expected them desperately.
We are not callous how you feel that very tragic moment,
When everyone of you is running out of bullet...
When each of you wanted to hear the voices of your love ones in your lowest...
When you brave troopers stand still even blood spurting out and you just fight!
You are but the true heroes that will never been forgotten,
The warriors of elite force that every Filipino now proven.
Betrayal is such a torment, but SAF Family will tactfully proceed,
Because you fallen 44 heroes deserved JUSTICE in the end.
A special breed of men like you will never just die nor fade away,
But like a TAGALIGTAS logo you will be a world significant.
Indeed, you just leave a good trace in the Philippine history,
Salute to all of you fallen 44 SAF heroes and to all full blooded SAF!
MAY THE FORCE BE WITH YOU!!!
AWWWOOOOOOOOOAAAHHH!!!
Waves on the rocks
a'crashing
In it human feet go
splashing
And elsewhere in the
swollen river
'gator tails go thrashing
Water may be stagnant
or it may be thus moving
Sometimes softly
dripping
at times forcefully
gushing
In brooks babbling
In streams gurgling
In springs bubbling
In rivers running
From faucets freely
flowing
or from pipes coercingly
spurting
At times noisily sloshing
But in lakes musically
rippling
In it diving and wading
In it refreshing bathing
Or spic and span
cleansing, rinsing
In it slow sailing or
speedy surfing
Fishermen fishing or
busy boating
Ah water, through cracks
seeping
From waterfalls
cascading
As rainwater splattering
From sprinklers
sprinkling.
From hoses spattering
From rooftops streaming.
In whirlpools swiftly
swirling
From taps simply trickling
Elsewhere rushing,
whooshing
Ah yes water is life,
water tis a böon
except when it goes
flooding, drowning
or tsunami sea-quaking!
Then only it becomes a
bane
as it drags dreams and
dreamers
down the drain!
But oughtn't we be
preserving
instead of forever
polluting
This precious liquid so
valuable to life
Oughtn't we be saving?
Instead of negligent
wasting?