Best Thrust Poems
Thrust in the centre of the storm’s wild roar,
Oh Lord, my Heavenly Father, you were near.
I relied on you and it was your kind face which I saw,
That you mended my torn spirit when fear did gnaw.
When wind howled loud and thunder boomed and burst,
In your mercy that exceeded all bounds, I did trust.
I knew you couldn’t turn your face when your child,
Held in utter helplessness was crying for aid.
When fear and anxiety swivelled and raked me
Shaking me and sinking me into the depths of the sea
You anchored my soul to faith that made me proclaim-
‘Jesus alone is my sole refuge and no other name’.
Thrust in the eye of the storm, when I was with fear rife,
And when no one was around to save my life,
I saw you standing lovingly within my reach,
With hands held out to me, ready for outreach.
When tossed by the currents of fiery storms
Lord! You made me seek the safety of your arms.
When I was drowning in the sea of escalating pain,
You strengthened and sustained me and kept me sane.
Make me feel, you are there in every rhythm of my life.
More when life becomes burdensome with problems rife.
Over the arid deserts and the stormy turbulent sea,
I pray to be by my side as an abiding presence, piloting me.
What's the scariest book you ever read?.. Some Stephen King book like "Salem's Lot" or "The Shinning"?
For me its Kate Millett's "Sexual Politics".. Oh, man.. Now THAT will scare you to death if you're female.
I discovered a man, (overheard) at my church, who actually believes his sex a sign of power, and of superiority..
WHY am I so startled? Some childish trust not yet scrubbed off? - Or worse yet some belief, not yet strangled, in a better world?
See, stupid me, I thought this bill had been paid, by sufferance, by real people like Elizabeth Stanton, Carrie Catt and Martin King.. by entire generations who ran through those tangled woods emerging cut and bruised.. if at all.
What is it like for HIM? I see him eying us, his little inferiors who bleed with the moon, with secret, catlike distaste.. regarding female opinions as slightly impure then, with calm, God like grace, granting the form of servant to assume.
Can I, can we, be forced to accept this inheritance? I don't know..
All I know is that this prejudice, so strangely without substance, strikes me like the duelers lucky thrust robing me of attendant rights and wit.. springs that tender trap of doubt in the future and abandons me to stammering.
So many times I visit sorrow.
I gave you my heart to borrow.
I've walked this path too much.
Evil as such.
Horrifying to grasp this love.
Blood covers the sin on my glove.
I feast a lot on pain,
Nothing but rejection to gain.
I love, but not love that should be.
I hide from that evil I so often see.
So innocent from the start.
Too stupid, too smart...
I cry for souls that are lost, mostly my own.
Love hurts, I should have known.
I fear the power of unity.
I crave sweet serenity.
The Heart of Lust, struggling to offer trust.
It conquers good,
Provokes evil,
creating a sensuous mood.
Why hide from power?
We are not the innocent flower.
Love is what I'm striving for.
Yet, the tunnel is dark towards that mystical door.
Sources of evil lusting for my soul.
Destruction their only goal.
Surrender to the unknown presence,
Feel it's dark essence.
Total destruction of body and mind.
Leave love behind.
Envision inner peace.
Embrace lust and ignore the desire to cease.
The truth is, we live a lie.
We must enjoy life, for we all will die.
To pierce todays attention span,
fewer words are best
A point honed sharp for one deep thrust,
—one is all you’ll get
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)
Rejoice, the obscurity of the evening rust
As it is repeatedly followed
As it is consistently echoed
By the illumination of the morning thrust
Maurice Yvonne
Once wholly stripped
of its crippling inhibitions
a mind rummages, unfettered
beyond mundane thoughts
delving along beveled edges
of a pensively distorted mirror
as though it sees inside a heart
reflections in purest pigments
the genuine acumen of art
In deep translucent shadows
the artist interlaces light and dark
revealing with candid strokes
the truths and validities of life
Paint drips from his brush
onto a canvas of fleshly white
working with intense veracity
as morning sun becomes moonlight
With passion unmasked
he relies on blind intuition
and paints a somatic portrait
Visions found while in a trance
ochre and indigo, texture in black
bloodletting hues of crimson lust
An abstract of motley conveyance
he titled, "Into Life Man is Thrust"
There is no mental telepathy between this union;
Because I guess the lack fallopian tubes in that pot belly that never feeds
Cut the tunnel of our communication till the only ocean view we have of each ‘worlds
is the sea men:
Testosterone, the test we are on where your manhood dangles while
Responsibility passes you by.
As if it did not oil its muscles while she came in the form of pleasure
Not that there is much to measure because what quickly comes only knows how to
go
Hiding in the folds of she who holds no cause
Inside her you spray your insidious seed and she screams bounty harvest
While flat on her back the only world she has ever known you've ripped apart
But then again you claim to be a healer;
Why then protect this world when you stealthily slipped in and diagnosed the cause
It is her naivety that is wrong with her
She should have practiced before she met perfect
She cannot claim that one thrust knows how to penetrate
Her morals are obviously too high-men cannot jump over that hurdle
Why then cry wolf when our trust merely thrust itself in and out?
Besides months have passed by since the last medical visit
So January’s coming cannot be the effect of my healing
One appointment cannot give a curing of the womb
So I will take it to my tomb that this is not my miracle
So weep all you want Responsibility;
After the pull out there is no re-connection not even a recollection
One bite from your apple Eve can never be my salvation!
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Heat rushed through her fleshy parts from the thrust within mine charge
That look on her face as I made flight for rest did melt this cold heart
Oh I panicked yet mustered the wake to cause her dream in sleep
FORBIDDEN FRUIT HIDDEN AND HALF BITTEN
Polish my tongue with yours, please do
For I am the one who adores pleasing you
Moisten my lips with the dew of your crescent moon mouth
For I have traveled many miles in search of the pink fruit hidden in your shrubbery
Amidst the formerly forbidden
As I to do your bidding
To wait upon you at a wedding between bliss and a blessed sacrament
Alas without you each sun casts a yearning shadow in my wake
So take thee my turgidly tempted torment to thy breast
And the darkness your denial has sent to deny me rest
Lest thou should open thy important part and heart to mine eyes aflame
To know thee by name
To name thee mine
When naked candles scented such as sea foam and home find their way to shine
Spread wide that which has thus far been defied
To welcome wanton thrusts by moon dust and the member of a man who does what he must
For my dear,
he with unbridled lust and the truthfulness of trust must thrust upon and within as you writhe and tithe to the god of spouting seedlings
And the kindling of kindred copulation
With phallic fascination
For thy beauty is such no man of means nor memories ignores
So please my pet, polish my tongue with yours
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The winds raged, the rain pelted
The air howled like a mad wolf, hungry for blood
Fright gripped me with ice cold claws
And I did not feel safe from inside my house
I armed myself with courage, aware that rainbows
Shall show themselves after some time
And the warmth of the sun
Shall allow me to wear my confidence again
As I usually do, like a prized accessory!
Yet, when the house got lifted up
By powerful invisible hands,
I found myself in the heart of the storm
Surrounded by a play of nature so out of my grip
That I could not even hear my voice as I cried out for help!
But then I saw you, handing out a hand to me
Reaching for me and grasping me in a tight hug
And I turned calm again as the pace of your breath
Matched with mine and the thumping of your heart beats
Bid me to forget the havoc wreaking all around me
And to hear the calming and mellifluous tunes of a flute
As it played our favorite song, that same which had always
Held us together ever since we locked eyes with each other
And allowed vines to grow from our hearts to tie us together!
The storm may rage, the storm may destroy my environment
But as long as I shall have you in my heart,
Life shall always be calm, stable and comforting!
Thrust in the center of the storm,
all I could see was you;
Brewing at the zenith of your strength,
so hard to get through.
But I dared rising up
and chose to let you go,
before ruining my life
and lead me to an absolute fiasco.
You’ve embraced more
yourself and your vices,
Always coming home intoxicated
All you’ve were void promises
Inflicting sufferings, bruises…
I couldn’t endure anymore.
So exhausted!
Thrust in the center of the storm,
all I could see was you;
Cyclone’s eye was at your throne
thrusting me so harshly to,
But I was fervor enough
to ask resilience from up above;
Survived by His grace,
I've moved on easily lifting my face.
Having found a peaceful life
I’ll rebuke my license as your wife
Your daughter and I will be together
I can be both her mother and father.
All said and done
Nigeria is the giant of Africa
Though currently lost in a maze of confusion
The giant is on a journey of self-realization
The journey of self discovery
Shedding its skin of criminal enterprise
Preparatory to launching
into orbit of true colossus
That destiny has thrust upon her
Rapists currently taking advantage
Of her lust for inanity
Be warned and retrace your steps
For calamity awaits every partaker
In her current misadventures
For the sleeping giant is at the dawn of its wakefulness
I WANTED A THRUST
©RAJAT KANTI CHAKRABARTY
November 2014
I wanted a thrust
he relaxed angel drops burst
Spreading wings of delight
turbulence unrelenting
despite sand blown eyes
squinting
all I could see was you…
tossed around
slammed to the ground
dazed and confused
still
all I could see was you…
hope eternal
in the midst of furious hell
upon me that fell
still
all I could see was you…
as I drank from a bitter cup
of tears and fears
my vision transfixed
all I could see was you…
mind bent
knees skint
still
all I could see was you…
locked in my sight
giving me the might
to not give up
through the darkness
into the forgiving light
I made it through
you were my beacon
shining bright
through it all
never losing sight
I kept my eyes on you….
The dull tick of the blade against my
throat waits for the sound;
I sit in wait.
I hear the moan of another chapter
and quiet the pendulum the best I can.
Choking on utterances of a beggar's
plea, I find the potential energy
that set the trap.
I should have never thought of you.
-James Kelley 2013, All rights reserved.