Best Stimulants Poems
You once asked me to describe how much I love you;
to truly understand the worth of my response,
you must appreciate an aphrodisiac,
an ambrosia-like creation, known as chocolate...
Significantly, it's exquisitely sweet.
It melts in your mouth, warm as passionate touches.
Tasting chocolate is like exchanging soft kisses,
exciting my taste buds as my mouth savors yours...
As your lover and a lover of chocolate,
I find both to be potent stimulants of love.
Chocolate rubbed on as edible body lotion
is a sign of erotic, sexual imagination...
sending many sensations that ripple through me.
Chocolate, combined with your imaginative thoughts,
brings forth an orchestra of the world’s finest musicians,
created from heightened, romantic blossoms...
Some chocolates taste bittersweet, a fitting word
for both poets of love and purveyors of sweets.
It can be a symbol of wickedness and guilt,
when consuming chocolate decadences and sins...
Chocolate has a distinct personality,
with many traits and foibles which allow choices.
One only has to fantasize and chocolate
turns fantasy into luscious reality...
...you only have to indulge yourself with sweet love!!
My limbs unlax,
stress leaking from my body and
collecting like a basin of a
candle’s freshly melted wax;
One inhale of the plastic casket,
which burns judgingly in my back pocket,
is enough to dredge up the relaxation
my dreary, dramatic life has lacked,
smacking me in my temples
with a dopamine-injected hand.
An inhale, a flurry of smoke,
smolders holes in my lungs
until it constricts and chokes
me, until its disguised benignant nature
reveals its true form;
Stimulants create my deliquesce,
allowing my brain much-needed bliss,
but in a fine, descript disclaimer
written in purposefully disappearing ink, it’s
benevolence whispers addiction.
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Talking ,smiling and sharing
Drugging the other as the blessing
Filling one's heart with hope
Without risking of any guessing
We are the one's behind the shades,
Working our way up the better stairs,
Grabbing info of the cause,
Providing every tiny detailed care,
Like analgesics for pain,
CNS stimulants for brain,
Everything we’ve ever learnt
Doesn’t goes in vain,
Wearing the white coats with smiles,
Paying attention & aiding to perfection ,
Making our ways to cure & heal
We are PHARMACIST by profession.
The first person who grew wheat
would have been called “wheat”
and hence the local chieftain and village folks
would have given a nomenclature
to his discovery,
honoring it with his name
it would have been his name
or something rhyming with it
like “cheat”, “heat” or “eat”
or perhaps “treat”
there was probably someone called “gehu”
in India, who grew this grain
and there is a resembling treatise of words
“gay hun” (I am gay) proclaiming sexual choice
giving it a contemporary feel
of an alternative orientation
were they different people who grew it
at the same time, in the different parts of the world?
was it really Mr. Wheat
Or el trigo, blé or weizen
Spanish, French or German
was the wandering original Mr. Wheat
or cheat or heat or the Russian pshenitsy
who propagated this and we missed his chronicles?
and we missed his chronicle of travels
and basic grassroots experiences
of the genesis of rotis and cakes
of flavor stimulants, of bakes
and of the grass of wheat
for a figure conscious succulent lass
wheat and all its ontology
and the first one’s ecstasy
whosoever it was
had a higher calling
than the current day diminution
Carbohydrates, caffeine and chocolate
Crave, create and crash
The season of darkness upon us
Time for a hundred yard dash
To the food mart
Fill up the cart
With stimulants and cheer
Same old story,
same solution
Just a different year
I tapped on every door to gave them their news,
some wailed, some yelled, some even thought it was only the muse,
Some who even know I was arriving, blow up their fuse,
Because my revelation was not to be amuse,
Some moved away or even hide them shoes,
but, nowhere to go because I predict your every moves,
I can do this for eternal, my time was nothing to lose,
Because once I knocked, you’ll be out of your blues.
But this one visit really test my wonder,
I was doing my job as normal as ever,
tapped on the door to gave this person, the shiver,
Opened, and there was a grim man, weak and quiver,
He asked me to join, before I could deliver,
Its like he knew about my arrival, so thats why he accepted, I figure,
His eyes were dead, they couldn’t be from a giver,
He then said, he knew why I exist and appear.
The house was dark, ugly and poor,
what was more annoying was his answer before,
How could he have guessed, about my job at the door,
He is more mysterious than me, I pondered some more,
This old man was frailed, crippled and sore,
His skins were crummy, like he did a recent tore,
We didn’t utter a single word but doing good at ignore
We just looked at each other, right to the center of our core.
I was trying to do my work in complete stealth,
Because I knew this wasn’t to good for his health,
I leaned towards and tried drew out words from my sheath,
He stopped me before I could perform my hath,
He looked like he was addicted to stimulants, opiums or meths,
He looked at me and said from his last wealth,
He sucked in a long deep breath,
and said “I have prolonged for this fate, so please do it quickly, oh Death.”
Green turtles are listed as, endangered
and are mainly found, in tropical and sub-tropical sea oceans
they are one of the largest sea turtles, to have ever embraced our oceans
and are the only Sea Turtle herbivore, and a great sea ocean mentor
Green turtles graze on seagrasses, that helps maintain beds of seagrass
and when they have digested, going to the dunny release’s vital nutrients
for many species of plants and animals, as they thrive with stimulants
and seagrass beds are nurseries, for species to amass their social class
Sea turtles need beaches for nesting, but humans are encroaching
and they harvest their eggs, and hunt the adults for greedy investing
Coastal development, vehicle beach traffic, and other human activities
are destroying sea turtle nesting, and climate change is male declining
Summer Stimulants
Where birds fly high thru crimson sky of day
Our hearts in trance of sweet romance by night
Emotions wonder and plunder with play
Lust in air a scanty stare of loves bite
Kisses bloom with a flaming fume fire
Where tears of joy will deploy tidal waves
Minstrels marching angels arching with choir
Erotic sounds have no bounds chiming caves
Eyes of gold will behold seducing soul
Starry caress of a face finesse fate
Bashful bodies of luscious follies stroll
Leading thru the Garden of Eden gate
Memories made in summer shade of lure
With trace of embrace…loves aroma cure
'Summer Love'....by Justin Timberlake
May. 14.2018
Summer Love ~ English Sonnet (10 syllables per line)
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pump em’ full of roids
don’t give a *****about baseball,
don’t care about basketball,
could give a **** about football,
could give a piss about the Olympics
& i wouldn’t watch the Tour de France if
you paid me,
but i know one thing---
if i was one of these schmucks who
shell out an arm & a leg
for a seat in the stands to watch the
pituitary cases run round on a field
in their little uniforms,
i would want my pituitary cases
pumped full of roids,
writhing with performance enhancing
drugs &
buzzing with stimulants of all shapes &
sizes,
because i would want my goddamned
money’s worth---
all of these athletes who used &
succeeded, surpassing the sloths who
chose not to, are the real
entertainers &
is that not what these muscle bound
maniacs
get paid to do?
entertain us mother****ers!
entertain us
&
worry about what all the drugs did to
your body,
when you’re sitting home,
old, senile &
surrounded by trophies.
They climbed
resuming the mongrel form,
The twelve.
A catcalling mob
burdened by sympathetic stimulants,
Procured from the neck.
Yippering yowls
break from a youth,
Torn from thick, incongruous lips.
As a pack
they leap onto the quivering metal,
Slender paws slapping on ice.
Ice all round;
leering...over bearing... ungracious ice
To aid their whimpering might.
This flowering plant
Releases stimulants when
Chewed, its called Khat
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Neck a smooth, cylindrical mold
As sheathe with fibers carefully rolled
Pale, satin sheen artfully scrolled
Grace on soft, silky strands doled
In light, silted hologram to behold
Calamus breathes through each fold
Herbal essence from tight pores cajoled
Swabbed cheeks cloud high cheek bone
Naturally brushed with light coppertone
Puffy mounds rise from savory scone
Cherry gum drops brim o'er mascarpone
Cherubic glow of a polished sandstone
Exuding savory Rose scent laced with pheromone
Nature's stimulants, a nurtured love to hone
Bosom, gilded vines on terraced grove
Sprouting cherries, fertile arrow of Jove
Dangling from chest sealing frothy trove
Coarse sifted mounds, plump kneaded loaves
Descending into a deep, musky cove
U-shaped funnel vents steaming stove
Releasing mellow aroma of a sweet clove
Getting up this morning
has never seemed so hard.
The space between the floor
and my hanging feet as I sit on the edge
of my bed has never seemed so high.
It's as if I'm sitting at the top of the Empire state building,
looking down at this materialistic world.
OH HOW we've become so attached to things
that only satisfy our greed,
instead of our happiness.
Perhaps that's why,
although the sun shines the air is still cold.
Because when we exhale
(Deep breathe in and out)
That carbon dioxide is cold like our hearts.
Perhaps that's why
we use alcohol, oxycontin,
marijuana, and cocaine
because we have become so plain
that we need these stimulants to stimulate our bodies
with false feelings.
But I guess these false feelings
are the closest we can get to real feelings.
(sigh).
This world I choose not to accept.
Because although this might be the way things are,
that doesn't determine the way they ought to be.
1) Gula is Latin for Gluttony, and
2) sheila, with a small 's', is slang for girl.
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GULA
Gluttony or gula
is not an overkill,
it seems to me,
but natural.
To eat in between is good
and to care for quality
is what I can expect
in day and age.
My stimulants aren't rash
but justly there,
and quantity's as high
as want to dare.
Such eagerness I feel
for every meal!
So shaped for me, your sheila,
is gluttony or gula.
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11/9/2015
Contest - A Vice You Love
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Oh Dr.Oz would you endorse
Visionary entheogens,
Opiates and stimulants to
Find truths,
Unlocking the rooms of the
Universe of the inside?
Following bliss
Finding God ,
The true self
The Astral self
But the loneliest room
Is the one outside.
And the check out time is now.
Oh sick world filled with a million televangelist
And one hundred and fifty channels
Filled with prosperity gospels
And fifty dollar good faith seeds
But the Lord needs a extra sixty.
Oh Mr. Campbell what new myths
Shall we live by?
What new messiah awaits
Behind face one thousand and one?
Oh Dr.Phil help us as we brace our psyches
For the trip back to the moon.
The time is near for
Young men shall have visions
And old men shall dream dreams
As they browse discount racks
With money left over,
After amscott customer service fees.
Oh Lord how long
Till this life rolls up
Like a scroll?
And we stand glorified
Before ourselves
Reflected in the eyes
Of our absentee father?