Best Unfaithful Poems
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Any pretty woman turned his head
He liked them all so it is said
Then one day to his surprise
They no longer caught his eye
His sexual desire totally died
Don 't walk out at that door
I promise not to hurt you anymore
I didn't mean to be a murderer
All I want is to be your lover.
Let 's stay here inside our home
When once love and lust we're shown
Let 's do love in this king bed
With petals of roses spread .
I thought you love my company
But you 're loving me unfaithfully
You 're keeping girls aside from me
Seeing you with other gals happy.
Now you 're happily seeing me dying
That you got my flesh and everything
This silly love is complicated
I got you first underestimated.
Save this heart from anger and pain
love me true, no more love game
Baby don 't leave me like this
This heart scattered into pieces.
heaven ...
is my prison ...
that dreamy, white tangle of
percale where your
limbs and mine weave sweaty magic -
a moon-daubed canvas of
pyretic passion, public ...
no shut-door, drawn-curtain modesty to
confine or make sacred ...
the danger of chance discovery is
our brush, our pigments but
blood ... water ...
(pray, this haughty
consideration of both ... and each -
is not the nectar of veins
more binding?
yet, in all its giving of life,
water - the most earthly flow, abundant -
is exceedingly more precious ...
more crucial in dynamism
to all the Universe
than that which clots for
kings of kings of kings ...
and those who keep little lives in their
pocket, squeezing tears from
a passion's pains) ...
we watch the
strokes of our masterpiece
take shape ...
our fleshy doppelgangers echo us on
strategically beveled mirror ceiling panels ...
an exquisite debauchery - the
perfect pauses in your form
demanding the gaze ...
oh, to waste away like Erised in contemplation of
your provocative pieces and bits ...
torrid,, touchable temples that I build
myself for the spying eyes
we count on ...
wives, husbands, leches, learners -
a grand performance, ours ...
and ...
from the ashes of our
god, do we arise, (blood, tears and marrow) ...
our mortal senses gone, wagered in
feigned dignity or hope, these
buttresses will stand proud for the
sacrifices of character ... and kindnesses ...
or crumble in care for the chaste
as my illicit actress and I ...
burn.
How I remember that song
Playing daily on the radio
Just a couple of notes
I’d instantly get shivers
And nothing else
Mattered around me
Seems I was barely twelve
I heard that saxophone
And masterful sexy voice
My knees would buckle
Realizing full well
I was hooked on a song
Praising the virtues
Of unfaithfulness and
Mystique of a love affair
I was swayed so
By that sax and sexy voice in spite of the
Unscrupulously questionable lyrics
Because really
There was nothing overly exciting
About a clandestine morning meeting
At some backwoods café
Yet that song still
Has its claws into me
And to this day
My heart skips a beat
As I buckle in spite of myself
At the charm of just a few notes
Realizing how powerless I am
Under the influence of that
Sly snake charmer
And it never gets old
There’s something
Quite magical about
How time stands perfectly still
For that one marvelously
Seductive ageless moment
Read on air by invitation ~ May 19, 2021 'WORDS & MUSIC'
AP: 1st place 2021, 3rd place 2021, Honorable Mention 2020, Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on June 1, 2018. for contest POETRY FOR THE SAKE OF POETRY sponsored by JOHN LAWLESS - RANKED 8TH
From his pocket
stardust fell
on the beach she knew so well,
In his eyes the moon
still shone,
where had he been?
and not alone.........
on his skin an aura
glowing...
something secret
overflowing
phosphorescense
from the sea....
scales of silver...
one two three.........
clutched there in his
dying hand.......
the mermaid left him
on dry land.
Peter the philandering potato farmer,
Wanted so badly to quietly disarm her,
But behind the rolling pin,
His wife's sickly grin,
I doubt he'll be able to charm her.
The Magna Carta gave birth to morality,
The first one in 1215 to constrain King John,
Who could steal anyone’s cart, normality,
Because he was not a giver of life’s song.
Truth pertains to morality: right and wrong,
And we all know it’s inside us and is spritely,
But believers in god, some of them belong,
To groups not of love, but of hatred tightly.
Because they’re going upwards to heaven,
We’re all in our diversities going to visit hell,
No promotions, no nights out or legs eleven,
For the friends, relations of those with tell.
He was faithful to god in his own small mind,
And that was all that mattered, not my health,
Asking slyly for post-validation, for a look kind,
Moral fibre was not in his compass, his wealth.
In the dark I sit and think of what I have done,
It will look worse in the morning, in the light of the sun.
I did not know I could make such a mess,
But tonight did nothing except cause me stress.
I see him in the distance kissing her lips,
And watching his hands touch her hips,
It tore me apart, I needed to hurt him back,
I ran to my car and took out my jack,
Smashing his car windows felt so great to do,
And I was so careful, he don't have a clue,
I drove back home as fast as I can,
Thinking of him, what a horrible man.
I opened my door and sat in the dark,
I heard him come home, our dog began to bark.
He was so mad about the damage that was done,
Little does he know, I was the one.
Tomorrow I'll pack his bags and tell him to go,
He does not deserve me, but I will miss him so.
Humanism
Atheism
Independent moral authoritarian,
Where lies your omnipotence
Whilst your star plummet from the sky?
Unfaithful Sonnet
Of love you beg my favors, on your knees.
You’d searched other woman to satisfy
Under my old nose you squeezed my own niece.
Play! Hit then hide, our bed’s to testify.
My heart, hurt, stabbed by two sinful braggers.
I needed not mask nor a friendly spy
Us! Unfaithful pair of skillful daggers.
But our faults can’t hide from the wary sky.
Of your brother’s perfume, I lots did smell.
We’ve broken our souls with cruel disdain.
Our nephew slash son won’t ever of this tell.
We who don’t repent comfort won’t obtain.
Out of many, this, our empty lament;
Heaven out of hell we’ll never invent.
-Gloria Magaña
My love for you
It grew and grew
My passion never waning
To be with you
To hear your voice
It was so very sustaining
I’d wait in the quiet
All alone
So no one could interrupt
Our solitude so important to me
I would never give it up
My thoughts of you in everyway
Were as common as my breath
Don’t ever take away your love
For it would be my death
You helped me through
Such troubled times
And my grief you did bear
You shored me up and steadied me
I always felt you there
Then without reason
Without rhyme
My visits shortened
I gave you no time
And before I knew
My focus switched
My heart became untrue
To the one who always gave of himself
I put our love on the highest shelf
I didn’t need it anymore
My time elsewhere was demanded
Things were going oh so well
I knew you’d understand it
But I still loved you very much
No one would ever doubt it
And I knew I’d get back to you
My word on this you could count it
One lonely day
A feeling of sadness
Tried to overwhelm
I called to you please come to me
And fill my heart with gladness
And you as faithful as before
Your love it filled me and so much more
My tears they did start to flow
As my unfaithfulness to you I came to know
My Lord Jesus you are always there
All my burdens you gladly bear
Why I can’t be consistent with my time
Is a battle that rages in my mind
Thank you God for loving me
When I’m faithful
When I’m selfish
You never withhold your love from me
That I might live victoriously
And know that I will always strive
To keep my faith and spirit alive
Psalms 89:2
For I have said, “Lovingkindness will be built up forever;
In the heavens You will establish Your faithfulness.”
Inside of me want to cry, scream and shout
My thoughts are all in a scramble so I decided to write it out.
How could I be so blinded by love?
Look what you have done
But I can’t hate you for changing me into the women I’ve become.
You played your game one me cheating on women to women,
You tried to cover up your lies by saying we’re only human.
You had your mistress, the mother of your daughter play along like a clown.
I needed to put a stop to this so I put my foot down.
Instead of holding her like you’re held me
She should have stopped messing with married men and start being someone’s mommy.
And as for you, I hope you won’t be too blind to see
What other girls are doing what you have done to me….
Sittin’ over a beer,
But all I taste is my tears;
My life is just a sad country song.
Met the girl of my dreams,
But every day it seemed
That somethin’….
Somethin’ was all wrong.
She said her love was true
She just didn’t say to who.
Come to find out,
She’d been stringin’ me along.
So, I’m drunk and feelin’ mighty blue,
Just wonderin’ what to do.
Bartender says, “Be a man. Be strong.”
But what's he know?
Guess I’ll pay my tab and go.
It’s time I be movin’ along.
Someday, I’ll find a real nice girl
Who’ll give a guy like me a whirl,
One who will never treat me wrong.
But until the day I do,
I’m all alone and blue.
Yes, she said her love was true.
She just didn’t say to who.
Now my life is just a sad country song.
Had I never known the heat of sensual fire
From a woman consumed with sexual need
Whose object of desire in the darkest hours
For pleasure and gratification - was me
I would never quite realize how empty and cold
Are your reasons for a passionless life
That kindness, compassion and trust - alone
Are insufficient qualities for a wife
Fear of having to reciprocate
Unwanted proclivities in exchange
Could never extinguish the primal lust
Of a woman’s pheromones enraged
There were wanton impatient lovers
Who’ve met me at the door
Overwhelmed with awaiting my presence
Made love to me right there on the floor
Their motives were often deep inner need
But just as often the simple desire to please
A woman’s innate need for lovin’
Could never be stifled or contained
Nature’s demand for intimate mating
Would overrule any reason to abstain
But you leave me caressing my pillow
Clueless and careless that sex has refrained
Days on end with no kissin’ or huggin’
Endless months without releasing the strain
Only a damaged psyche
In deep emotional pain
Or inherited cold-blood
Coursing through chilly veins…
Could explain.
Claims of excessive carnal demands
While seldom if never met
Are the excuse for withholding affection
But don’t explain the willful neglect
To give and share lovin’
Til the end of our days
With the spouse you had beget
Whatever sexuality issues
Is not alone your lover’s blame
You mislead yourself most of all
To believe our deceased romance
Attaches no fault to your name
Once-in-a-life-love sacrificed
After all, the greatest shame.
Iger
On a Thursday night late the band was playing
Bohemian Rhapsody, as I recall,
And she was whispering in my ear, saying,
“I need a man like you—so big and so tall.”
My wristwatch reminded it was time to go,
For I had some appointments in early morn
Thinking of my wife and children at home so,
Temptation to betray them left me forlorn.
I had not expected that a man of my age
Would attract the attentions of a club girl,
I certainly should have expressed more outrage
While giving the barstool an quick, angry twirl,
Instead of smiling and raising her fond hopes
At least the next time, I'll surely know the ropes.
written June 9, 2021