Best Stokes Poems
Charmed by her exotic glance
She enchants a sexy dance
In costumed display of art
Strumming rhythms of joyful heart
Choreographing slow grooves
In graceful, musical moves
As gestures paint passion themes
And song of love stokes their dreams
When desires-enamored spree
Hypnotized in tunes of glee
But look closely, watch her sigh
Hear the bawl of tearless cry
When crowds deceitful extol
Exhibit of anguished soul
As smiles aesthetic hide pain
And feigned visage cries disdain
Cheer for her to turn the page
For she longs to leave this cage
Leave realms inebriated
Of drunk notions, ill-fated
We hear the engine whistle
The hissing of the steam
The hairs on our necks begin to bristle
As we meet the arrival of a dream
We didn't think we had a chance of winning
Entering just for fun I guess
but thanks to simple poem we are grinning
As we board the Orient express.
London to Paris, what a dream come true
I never dreamed the sparks would fly between us two
The fireman stokes the boiler; and releases a jet of steam
The guard collects our tickets and we begin our dream
Days and nights together on this magnificent train
Travel through beautiful places, seeing new terrain
Enthralled at the elegance and beauty of the carriage
Will our trip together end up with our marriage
Looking so handsome in your new dinner jacket
Glad you won this holiday; it must have cost a packet
The ambiance of the surroundings is utter bliss
We seal our relationship with a tender kiss
Holding hands so gently we share a vintage wine
Sitting in the Pullman coach you rest your head on mine
Velvet blue sky and shining stars start to cast their spell
The romantic seine has such stories to tell.
In Paris we visit the galleries of fine art
Holding your hand I realise you have captured my heart
We pass through the Arc De Triomphe and climb the Eiffel Tower
Now I surrender to your feminine power
Retire with me to the Napoleon suite
Sharing in the splendour of this romantic treat
Promise to be my Mam'selle Josephine
Or expose my heart to Madame Guillotine
You look so beautiful and smell divine
I kiss your lips, They taste of fine wine
We are lost in the flames of passions fire
As we quench the thirst of true loves desire
Our bodies rise and fall as we entwine
Oh I’m so glad that you are mine
All those feelings denied and for so long suppressed
Come to the fore aboard the Orient express.
Passion abates we are wrapped in each others arms
Darren wants more so I succumb to his great charms
Our fire ignites with desire and great passion
Hour upon hour – this man I can’t ration
Finally we reach the end of the line
Our love making session has been so divine
Arm in arm we head out of the carriage door
So hopelessly in love – who could ask for more
15th April 2014
Jan Allison and Darren Watson - 'JaDazzle'
Please also read my Blog about our collaboration
smeltering a soveriegnty sent forth from the center of 2 + 2
and branding beliefs with the benefits of interstellar iron,
smoke waving wakefully from flesh feeling fresh from a firefight with Freedom,
unlatching the lock of Liberty with endurance elegant & unabashed,
could Moses manackle my motivations with a burning bias,
would Augustus Caeser cruxify me for minting my own coin,
does the Magna Carta make men Subjects, represented labor,
do government classrooms train Citizens coyly
to kiss the whip of the wealthy, pledge to be collateral,
truth my Tribune, empathy my educator, ability the enabler,
decisions are for me to regret or applaud, keep your mind cuffs away,
I reserve the Right not to consent or comply with a jurisdiction outside of myself,
Right to Acquisition a promise in my purview, might the arbitraitor,
when unable to house the white fire of Spirit
I shall receive the roadway to the great Law of Consequence,
finding friendship in the Unity of immaterial community,
that campfire where sensativity to sadness stokes a heat of healing
an exodus from the conflict of passions,
an entry into natural oblivion, membership to complete comprehension -
J.A.B.
Daylight fades away early
Even though our day is not done.
Clumps of snow shimmer in pearly,
Enchanting drifts, reflecting the disappearing sun.
My love stokes ardent embers to glowing
Beneath hungry stockings hopefully hung.
Enthusiasm with warmth flowing,
Remembering times when we were young.
Now golden days are growing shorter,
Illuminated by our fireside memories.
Glimmering from the hearth’s bricks and mortar,
Halcyon dreams highlight sweet histories,
Tumbling through gibbous and crescent quarter,
Soothing as we smile at life’s mysteries.
from afar, leaves like uncounted catatonic fires
huddled close
pinned to the chill air
a pointillist’s love affair with a hundred shades of red
the ground is a fresh wound, edgeless
a breeze worries the boughs
stokes the hanging flames into quivering
crimsons
scarlets
vermilions
renegade ambers
a slow burn resumes
accompanied by a susurrus of sighs
a dirge for a season
and the summer sky, now turned slate,
is cremated
Israel and Palestine duel, as Iran pulls the strings
Abiding under the rule of the Country with the wings
As Russia looks down Turkey is twisting in the wind
All seeking one crown or just the chance to rescind
As Trump stokes the fire, Maduro concedes to Putin
Netanyahu's situation now dire, separation so thin
And as China stands by harvesting lands procured
Isis continues to try yet no land has been secured
With Libya falling apart as the Sudan follows suit
Each actor and his part following the precise route
Just as the Bible had said as it all falls into place
Man would rather be dead than accept God's grace
Watch that eagle with wings, watch what he'll do
The deal that he brings a peace deal made for two
Then after three and a half years as the Bible said
Realizing their worst fears those of the living Dead
Ezekiel 38
Luke 21:28
When you see these things begin to take place, stand up and lift up your heads, because your redemption is drawing near.
There's a notion you have, that a poem should be good
And the way that you write, is a fight, understood
So you think to yourself, and you write, as you would
In a poem.
In the stillness of night, or the bustle of day
There is something inside you which stokes you to say
That what fades in your mind is what stays on display
In a poem.
Every word, every line, every stanza we start
Every meaning of life, is a light to impart
Every truth, is a right, and a gift of the heart
In a poem.
In a valley so low, or a mountain so high
There is nothing you know, that is not worth a try
So you reach for a cloud, but you capture the sky
In a poem.
In the glory and wonder and meaning of man
And the right of his birth to be all that he can
You may capture his life and the course of his plan
In a poem.
For love is much better than trouble and doubt
To perish in hate is to pass in a drought
Much better to live and to let your love out
In a poem.
Rays of morning sun whisper through
The window’s pane, stressing the gentle
Flecks of life’s dancing dust, fragments
Of soothing breathes, moving hopefully
Through the light’s loving touch, sighing
With compassion, kindness, rustling
Softly, beckoning for music to paint
The sincerity of joy discovered within
One who knows the secret silence
Drifting cheerfully through the air
Creating a scene of whimsical inspiration
That soothes hearts by lifting up
Souls in praise to One who waves
Jubilantly through the caress of sunlight
Filling the dawn with miracles of insight
Sighing with kindness that mourns
The disregard for sprinkles of death
Sharing their melancholy fate with us
Who long to know such grace flowing
Through our spirits in colors of splendor
Which arise from the flames of one who
Waits out the beams and stokes the fire
Of intimacy with Him who knows life
Is built on these playful pieces of earth
Scattering rumors of prayers and love
Through the heart who awakens faith
In the Son who created this fluid grace
Ambedo Poetry Contest
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October 27, 2020
A painting..
A painting speaks volumes..
speaks many words..
People and places..
Scenic veiws..
Fascinating and beautiful..
Captivating and symbolic..
A painting paints emotions..
Paints pure glory..
Splendid nature..
Colors so vibrant..
Takes one's breath away
Driven by a creative artist..
With a stroke of a paint brush..
Stokes that speak a language of their own..
Art..
A communication distributed just for you..
Glance at a painting..
Stirs nostalgia..
Admiration of beauty..
Invigorates the senses..
Fills the heart with joy..
To feast one's eyes..
A vision of pure lovliness
Frozen in time..
By a spectacular painting
All created..
Gracefully..
By a stroke of a paint brush..
Let's make love with our souls
to the point
we set our bodies ablaze
You can be my favorite fan
who stokes that
internal flame
Sometimes I swear
I'm going through the change
I'd trade all my masculinity
to taste the traces
of your feminity
Every thought
burns with so much insanity
that when we
connect dots
we find clarity
I took a moment and
removed my pen top
and messed around
and seduced myself
flirting with metaphors.
All I need is a few
consonants and
one fill in the blank
and I'll make every four
letter word feel like fate
I have painted you in the brightest yellows
Green and golden light that shines
A million prisms reflect the light of you in my life
A beam this way
A ray that
And a million more
Reflected to my soul
All my thoughts of you in a forgiving dance
Yes I have painted you in my mind
But a million more times you have painted yourself
Short angry stokes of black and red
The deepest of browns and the solemn of purple
All against the backdrop
Of bruises and wounds
That will not heal
Shown yourself to me time and time again
And time and time again I have turned my face
Unwilling to see
Who cannot accept the darkness?
Who cannot accept the truth?
Lovers of light always see the light
And when the shadows come as they always do
It is a shock
Yes I have painted you a million time
But never in truth
So today in the light of truth
I will relinquish control of the brush
And allow you to paint your truth
Truth of me
Truth of light
Truth of dark
Truth of love
I will turn my face to your canvas
And allow you to speak
I wonder
What you will say
Demonic desires, dark, feral
Seek objects to possess
True love outpours, it’s touch plural
All’s but God consciousness
Go with love, not with lust
In God alone we trust
For what’s body but dust
Ego urge stokes fires
Demonic desires
15-February-2022
It is not through his hand
Nor his imagination
That we view the City of Gold
It is through the experiences of the Artist
George Siejka.
I remember George
Only nine, ten years old
Hunched over a small desk
Drawing under poor lighting
Bringing life and dialogue
To comic book characters.
Art was the escape vehicle
From a mother’s shame
Battling loneliness
In a working class family
George was a dreamer
From the very beginning.
Artists have art
But George’s work
Is more than just paint
And brush stokes
On canvas
He creates a vivid image
Remarkable in its realism
In the City of Gold
There is an opening in an
Old chain link fence
Space barely large enough
For a hand to reach out
Or press a face against cold steel
For a glimpse
Of a restless city
Just a river away.
Some say it’s easier to walk on water
Than to live in the City of Gold.
The panting is stark
Representing those who look in from the outside
From places like Brooklyn
Where people live with modest dreams
And face
Birth
And death
As close companions
It is also a place where the young,
Strong and independent,
Are not afraid
To cross boundaries
Or face life
A rusted fence
Will not stand in their way
They will make it
To the other side
Past the City of Gold
And beyond.
When the Autumn sun warms dying stalks
Of corn with unkempt tassel locks.
The earth turns from green to brown,
Candy corn comes to town.
A cackling witch stokes the ember
Smoky spirits escape the timber.
The leaves in trees turn an amber hue,
Candy Corn, I yearn for you.
Across my path a shadow creeps,
Into day, nighttime seeps.
My dreams turn to sugary storms.
Candy corn, keep me warm.
Before I die and decompose,
Let me warm by your coals.
Orange, white, yellow form,
The wonderment of Candy corn.
The Ghost Train
North Wind, it was a howling, the sky was black as guilt
Malevolent the sheen, where upon her moonbeams spilt
Through the murky distance, her belly glowing bright
Roaring down the line, she was roaring down the line
Charging down the line, the Ghost Train rolls tonight
She glides along the platform, where haunted faces wait
With dreams of grand ambition, that only she can slate
The driver in his blood red suit, turns a skeletal grin
Toward the hungry hopefuls, then ushers each one in
From store to fire, his actions deft
The fireman twisting on his plate
Stokes the engine right to left
He fuels the fire of fate
He mutters and stutters, “We can’t be late”
For time is money and money won’t wait
With shovels full of human desire
He fuels the fire of hate
The whistle cord is pulled, the flag flutters all clear
The engine she is plied, starts the journey into fear
On it goes a rumbling,
On it’s round iron feet
Inside the folk are tumbling
From every leathered seat
Amid the laughter and the chants
What life, what love, what times
Everyone is held entranced
By ghostly railway lines
Tittle tattle chatter, ash from the chimney pours
Natter rattle clatter, onward the Ghost Train roars
Strange games are played
Some win some lose
Sincere thank you’s become mislaid
As each the other use
Beneath the load the earth she quakes
As all aboard debauch
Done deals and shady handshakes
On every carriage porch
Kerching-kerching-kerching, the till bell rings
More-more-more, the engine softly sings
From store to fire, his actions deft
The fireman twisting on his plate
Stokes the engine, right to left
He fuels the fire of fate
He mutters and stutters, “we can’t be late”
For power is waiting and power is great
With shovels full of human remains
He fuels the fire of hate
In never ending search, she roams across the land
Controlled by the evil, of the blood red suited hand
Through the murky distance, her belly glowing bright
Charging down the line, the Ghost train rolls tonight
If it pulls into your station
Will you jump upon its frame?
Will you lose all inhibition?
On your way to wealth and fame
For when the ride is done
There’s no-one else to blame
If you find you become
Another furnace flame.