Best Tempting Poems
Seductive s l i t h e r...
... v o l u p t u o u s l y tempting...
...asp’s entwining z e s t:
B-E-W-A-R-E!!!
Here's my vulnerable soul, Lord...
... earnestly hiding inside Your grace-propped fortress
of verily empowering compassion:
SHIELDED BY THE BLOOD OF THE LAMB!!!
1Corinthians 10:13 There hath no temptation taken you but such as is common to man: but God is faithful, who will not suffer you to be tempted above that ye are able; but will with the temptation also make a way to escape, that ye may be able to bear it.
November 6, 2019
Honorable Mention, "STRAND PICK F,any theme,any form" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 4/26/2020.
(Inspired by the humorous short story, "Angel Of The Odd", by Edgar Allan Poe.)
This young man had just been visiting his mother,
His wife disapproved of spending his time with another,
He grabbed his coat and hat, but not an umbrella,
For, he was quite an unwise and careless fella.
The rain began to pour with thunder and lightning,
This foolish man did not find it a bit frightening,
He was looking forward to a warm hug and a kiss,
Although, it was her cooking that he really did miss.
He quickly jumped over puddles and leapt the gate,
But, little did he know, that he was tempting fate,
He knocked and pounded his fist on the front door,
The house remained dark, though it never was before.
Now, all that he needed to do was simply unlock it,
But, he found the key was no longer in his pocket,
He picked up a rock and shattered the window pane,
It didn't matter to him, if he disturbed their entire lane.
He cooked and ate his dinner, now he wanted dessert,
In his mind he thought, what could one more bite hurt?,
The young man could not silence the feeling to crave,
Yet, that is what would put him right into the grave.
His wife's specialty was a heavenly, angel food cake,
And, into this one, a secret ingredient, she did bake,
A drop of deadly poison to keep her husband at home,
For, she never liked the idea of being left all alone.
He was very much in love with this pretty, young baker,
Yet, she had planned a date with the local undertaker,
Her selfish plans to tempt him, had worked all too well,
His new home, six feet under, is now where he would dwell.
Written February, 27th, 2014 For Craig Cornish's contest - "Angel Of The Odd"
Her tempting pout bounces
from night's artwork like a slow fire that churns
a raw desire in need to be quenched ...
and it is so mysteriously enchanting: to be
entrapped by that feminine aura
that simply blazes on a spotlight of lure--
red-tossed hair flitting along
tangy whiffs of potion absolute,
unrestrained: how her blazed glimpses
pulse within contours of her appeal
that minstrel stars collapse...
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Roy Jerden's East Jesus' Contest
12/24/2014
~ inspiration from picture no.7 ( last photo)
Red lips, the perfect simmer in her hips,
A pot of desire seasoned just right,
the malt vinegar to my fish and chips.
I had Coke at home, I wanted a Sprite.
I lifted the lid, stuck one finger in
the sizzling gooey layers steaming
with sticky sin, but what to my chagrin,
The absent aftertaste had no meaning.
I searched for fullness, but not satisfied
and still feel a rumble deep down below,
I need to eat with my heart—not my eyes,
but temptation’s a sly cook, apropos.
His recipe for lust grew from the root;
you know, it’s in our blood to eat the fruit
Simply delightful
Just like trifle
Sticky Toffee
Or even banoffee
New York baked
Yummy carrot cake
But you can't beat the sugary taste
That sticks to your lips and clings to your waist,
Of the lushness of strawberry tart
Tingling your tongue and melting your heart
Crumbling of pastry, licking of cream
Juicy bite of strawberry, heavenly dream
23 Oct 2015
I used to walk carefree around this world,
My shoulders light and free of any chips
Not thinking fate would ever come unfurled
By nonsense escaping naïve lips
I thought Murphy ’s Law was ludacris
Karma for a mind that over thinks
Superstition existed to dismiss
All part of fate’s anxiety hijinks’
Until it came to my moving day
I lived high up on the 11th floor
Casually to the moving guys, “Hey,
Do this quick, I’ll tip you a little more.”
A few shortcuts to speed things up a bit
“What’s the very worst that could happen?
Throw straps on that piano, get on with it,
Hurry up now, I’m too busy to tap in.”
Off I went to an important meeting
Signed the client that made everyone wary
Called 3 times for this face to face greeting
I wonder why they call her bloody Mary
No bad ever gets to me, nothing could
I stepped on cracks all the way home, too
And I refuse to ever knock on wood
Who could be so down with a sky so blue!
I peered up toward the aforementioned sky
A feeling unfamiliar appeared
A trick of the reflection in my eye?
Or warnings come to fruition I feared
Hurtling down due to a broken pulley
Was my big beautiful baby grand
No one took the time to check it fully
And I stood right where it was to land
I wish now I watched my fate testin’ talk
Cuz that piano is really hummin’
Whose ivories tickled me into sidewalk
Damn, I guess I shoulda seen it comin’
January 27, 2023
Shoulda Seen it Comin' Contest
Sponsor: John Lawless
Tempting
Bulging curves
Fleshly rounding mountains
Roaming eyes see her shapely form
Cleavage
You must not resist your own destiny
leave behind the light if you want to see
where you come from, what you will be
Darkness of your heart protects from the light
the essence of you--
your identity.
Don’t you fear the night blinded by the light
Lie and close your eyes and open your heart
Your are dark inside, come inside the dark
Let the healing snakes come protect the gates
Of your tarnished soul of the earthly lives
Get ready to die and be born no more
For eternity!
I shall not be complete, nor will I become content.
I will only be complete at the end of my life,
Which had been given to me to live along with the strife.
Standing before and being with God to account for all of my sins.
Never shall I be content from the strife in life is a stake,
Nor will I be satisfied with the drudge we need to take.
I don't ever want to be perfect in any kind of way.
But in this world, we live for God's sake,
It's too overbearing with the sin you're tempted to take.
I'm trying to live the best way that I should win,
Even with tempting with its overbearing sins.
Taking the roads that are pleasing to you,
At least finding out who you are,
And for what you must do?
I undoubtedly cannot be the perfect buoyance
Because it too would be the place of arrogance.
So everyone tries to be all that they can be, indeed.
Speaking of its perfection,
I say it exists only in Christ Jesus, our King.
From the pulled-sugar tux
To the pressed-sugar gown,
The sweet candy couple
Will paint the cake town!
From their sugary heads
To their saccharine shoes,
They're the topmost of all
To spread the good news.
They've layers of goodness
Stacked under their feet,
First, a moistened red velvet
Of chocolatey sweet ...
Below that, two inches
Of soft coconut cream,
That rests on two layers
Of strawberry dream!
A tangy, tart lemon cake
Is what lays beneath,
Then almond vanilla
Circles all like a wreath.
Two inches of spice cake
Then gives that support,
And under that, still,
Is a rich German torte.
The base of Cake Mountain,
This pyramid pleasure,
Is double-fudge marble,
A sweet, scrumptious treasure!
But it all looks the same -
Frosted art, to the eyes,
With all the fun layers
As a wedding surprise!
But the rose-gilded sides
All coated with frosting,
Aren't nearly as steep
As what it's all costing!
But don't worry, each inch
Of mouth-watering ice,
Is confection perfection,
And well worth the price.
But if you're still craving
The sweet stuff that's inside,
Seems the groom craves that, too,
When he looks ...
At the bride!
** 2nd Place in the "Relishing Cake Poetry Contest", Julia Ward, Sponsor. **
grains of dew
forming a softening glaze
falling tediously
from your hairline
freshly stocked
unabashed stare of longing
A love so hot and tempting as rising dough,
like fruit, oft' ripens during spring's brief life.
So feed the hunger! Bite the apple. Though
some will judge you, let it not cause you strife.
“What role does Nature have for a pure virgin?”
That, O chaste, young head maiden, is the question:
enjoy the pleasures of youth, long before sin
takes hold by the Pharisee's loathsome religion.
Even priests tire from their show of virtue,
set ablaze like kindling with their great lusts!
The constant flames in you which won't harm you,
yearn for the feeling of your Father's thrusts.
Thus, God's saints gather round in heaven's choir,
as love hopes to lift bone-hard cocks even higher.
VOLUPTUOUS OUTLOOK
Have you ever seen?
the dark side of my face
If so, you would not aspire, my love
Take a different angle
and look inside through my tempting eyes
then you will see
My carnal desire concealed underneath
I am a voluptuous creature
My sense blends with deception, eroticism,
and evasive love
Be vigilant and make use
Your genius, brilliance
and act before flying the decisive moment
I am a genius of amorousness
fear, hate and protest
filled with selfish sex temptation
put up with your wisdom
and courageous will
If I were the only jackal
who targeted looting your virginity?
I am the lucky dog and I will not give up
this tremendous opportunity
I see disdain, fear, and hate
in your body language...
Although you are a charming flower
I don’t mind it
I see your body
as a sensuous lure
I cannot waste the chance
scanning your beauty
Your lustful lips and blooming breast
twittering like leaves in an autumn gale
the moaning sound of the inner throat of you
inspire my temptation
Before the thunder
silence waits out after lightning
If you stay looking for
care, justice, or sympathy
I will attain certainly my wish
Why don’t you fly away?
just like a she bee!
Jayaratne Weerakkody
The heavens wore gray
a blanket of clouds hovered
ensuing a roiling interplay
of sun and impending shower
wrestling for control of the sky.
I was feeling gleefully energized
brazen enough to dare the rain to fall,
command the clouds to move away,
anything more promising I left
on the lap of gods in full confidence.
With the air streaming with possibilities
my eyes glazed hypnotic at a distant vision
a flock of blackbirds exploding out of a tree
my cue to disregard some measure of deference
to a weather which at any moment may go rogue
Taunting the skies to behave
I set out for a walk on a trail which led
to a winding road that rimmed the lakefront
stark silhouettes of trees looked eerie yet haughty
their skeleton branches spread in wild abandon.
The somnolent quiet sank into my bones
as I breathed in this solitude owning my space
but a storm came and flung me into the suck of wind,
the sting of rain drenched and soaked me
wet to my skin, shivering and cold.
Unflinching, I carried my own kind of survival
like a badge of honor, though I tempted the rains
which took on my bluff, I had shaken my fist
on the gods that be who were clearly not amused
but did not plunge me into an avalanche of mud.
@jjote posted 06/27/2016
I buy my coffee and read a while
Get a refill
And then write a bit
But then there are mornings
In which I cast custom
To the winds
Let fate know
I give not
A whit
So instead I buy my coffee and write
Get a refill
And then read for a bit
A daring change of habit
But one’s soul must at times
Be allowed to fly free
Am I a creature of habit
Oh no,
No…not me