Best Unglue Poems
You possess me with those eyes of pyromania
a tidal wave of temptation thrashing into my need for euphoria
romanticized on appetite for agile reckoning of kiss ravishing, harnessing my hysteria,
plumed with lashes lent from love's wings, curling wet wishing
brows preened sexy mean, fur strip stiring me,
hypnotized by your hot umber rings
I learn how suspense stings
circles of crave unbuckling my brazen brandishing,
deep set on my desire I'm unraveling for the vixen fire, heart sweating,
born from the brown of beauty's sweetest warmth
eyes that bite and suck the stress
right out of my soul's duress,
for you I go forth...
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You possess me with those eyes of eagle blue
you use a single glance my hesitancy to unglue
soaring in the sky of my sweetened fantasy
these blue crystal orbs foretell of ecstasy
But first...the hunt...looking for prey - it's true
it's you - the Eagle
brutally brave and fiercely famished
you glide on the wind of my desire
your wings ablaze with fire
your eyes fierce, Oh, how they pierce
again and again
my inner sanctum deep
their hue puts the sky to shame
demanding passion and cravings untame
they bore deep into me
slashing bonds of inhibition free
Our eyes speak
Brown and Blue
Me and You...
in your eyes the need to seize
in mine, the need to please
yours dominate
mine capitulate
yours subjugate
mine consummate,
your eyes speak...
mine respond...Bonded, we belong
Eagle and Dove
poetry love
Our eyes speak...
A Collaboration Made From The Quills Of Justin & Eileen
The look of pity on the saleswoman's face said it all
my paint spattered clothing, however the jeans fit
just didn't have that panache, chic pizazz, tongue hanging
inspiration for desire a young woman out to have.
The car dealer took one look at me, led me to the far
corner of the lot, showed me the used hot rods
the beater four doors, the budget cutters like I'd rode
but I wanted glossy black, silver hood ornament, brand new.
Paint is supposed to sit on top of your nails, but underneath
is advantageous when compared to oil, to muck, to dirty guts
so I was a step on the ladder of the working man,
I could even afford to buy hose, which I still don't wear.
There's something to be said for the over glasses, safety
glasses look, white paper coat, something comical
one supposes, but the purple overalls worn for skiing
which suddenly I could afford, made me my nephews joke.
At times I waited for a date who preferred the bar
called and said maybe later, because passion rumbled
between us when we kissed but I didn't want a flit,
disease, broken promise, I wanted to be embraced
Cozy now, body motion are promises and content
passion is beyond me, the bar on the patio in back
the hand I always hold a missing app that answers
more lonely than any mistaken wish that he'd be the one.
Stars, too, I climbed to them in my dream, climbed
the Space Needle and found my self with no safety net
I always avoided those climbs the dreams more nightmare
even though I do what I am told, to reach, to soar.
Sometimes now I wear black on gold dresses which fit
to the nth inch, so I can barely sit, hold champagne
to watch golden bubbles float against the elegant
white linen against starry night event, that's rich, success.
Dump it gladly for a romp on the beach, the missing
something like threads through a woven maze,
like an angel's hope. When I dump it all and seek
there's grace lying on the shores between the rocks
a pooled place where deer come to lick minerals,
boulders come unglued and sail down river
and think, maybe I could do that. Maybe I could
unglue all the expectations and rearrange the world.
You knocked away ice, I felt buried within
I try not to feel the love you lay upon me
But tainted by others, I am unworthy of what you
graciously try to provide.
Your presence gone, this chiseled Cold heart
Comes back to unbreak me.
You claimed me as
YOURS.
Let go for I am no more.
Do not unglue me
For the madness lies in the
darkest region of my mind.
Shadows of our past, creep, lingering like
storm clouds above.
that storm dampens those once glorious, memories
There is no where to run from all this havoc
For I am torn apart by you,
a spell that I can’t undo
I feel Love
I feel Hate
I don’t want to feel this anymore
One more day I slept serene,
while some where distant bombs
and screams awaken others from their dreams..
One more day I quenched my thirst
while others trapped and feared the worst,
living out war's curse.
One more day I tidied, swept, while elsewhere
children died, mothers wept,
cried in anguish, so bereft..
One more day my skies were blue.
I ventured out with things to do,
while others watched their world unglue.
detox, unglue, undo
why stagnate, why cling
ego has caged pristine soul
free it now, for spirit seeks to sing
You possess me with those eyes of pyromania
a tidal wave of temptation thrashing into my need for euphoria
romanticized on appetite for agile reckoning of kiss ravishing, harnessing my hysteria,
plumed with lashes lent from love's wings, curling wet wishing
brows preened sexy mean, fur strip stiring me,
hypnotized by your hot umber rings
I learn how suspense stings
circles of crave unbuckling my brazen brandishing,
deep set on my desire I'm unraveling for the vixen fire, heart sweating,
born from the brown of beauty's sweetest warmth
eyes that bite and suck the stress
right out of my soul's duress,
for you I go forth...
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
You possess me with those eyes of eagle blue
you use a single glance my hesitancy to unglue
soaring in the sky of my sweetened fantasy
these blue crystal orbs foretell of ecstasy
But first...the hunt...looking for prey - it's true
it's you - the eagle
brutally brave and fiercely famished
you glide on the wind of my desire
your wings ablaze with fire
your eyes fierce, Oh how they pierce
again and again
my inner sanctum deep
their hue puts the sky to shame
demanding passion and cravings untame
they bore deep into me
slashing bonds of inhibition free
Our eyes speak
Brown and Blue
Me and You...
in your eyes the need to seize
in mine, the need to please
yours dominate
mine capitulate
yours subjugate
mine consummate,
your eyes speak...
mine respond...Bonded, we belong
Eagle and Dove
poetry love
Our eyes speak...
A Collaboration Made From The Quills Of Justin & Eileen
On the Couch
On the couch, it’s great for me and my Joe.
Our basement’s cool in summer, so we go
downstairs where we can watch a TV show.
And on our couch we often eat meals too
because our eyes we don’t wish to unglue
from our big screen! Yes, popcorn too will do!
Sometimes lying there is a bit risky.
We might want to get a little frisky!
Yes, that couch is far better than whisky.
March 9, 2017
Three Rhyming Triplets for the Precious Moments Contest of Kim Rodrigues
option 3:Two relaxing on a couch
Grandpa’s collage holds beloved memories.
Black-and-white photographs of long ago
strewn with tape and paste amid the glossy
snapshots, shaping a man's love of family.
At first glance, one would think he created
his patchwork of pictures in haste. But come,
look closer; no image is placed by chance.
Each scene shares a story his hands retraced -
a joke, a kiss, a tear. See the toothless grins
of growing grandchildren with playful eyes,
the knowing looks of elders and the effortless
laughter of generations, dear faces missed.
All familiar faces except for only one -
the intruder with graceful features. Head held high,
she wears her smile unfazed. I search her dark eyes
for words unsaid, dazed. She is the grandmother
I never knew. Her portraits are puzzle pieces
that will never fit, but ones I cannot unglue
or ignore; my grandpa’s attempt of tying us
to a stranger. I love him more for trying…
For Craig Cornish's A Collage Held Dear Contest,
10/22/13
My dreams were filled with yellow and gold,
Of toys and games that never grew old,
That time of magic when all was new,
Long before the cynicism grew,
Now my waking hours are so chill and cold,
There is never anyone here for me to hold,
Silent tears are shed every day through,
Sometimes I think my mind will unglue,
Alone in a crowd on the side of the street,
Walking to nowhere with no one to meet,
A life that is empty and so barren and bleak,
That brings only endings to those who are meek,
Yet! Am I not proud, righteous and strong?
It is not I but this world which is wrong,
I will stand my ground and not give an inch,
The shadows around me will not make me flinch,
It is I who shall decide how my world turns,
I will not bother with other peoples concerns,
Yet what do I have when I finally come to the end,
No love, no warmth, nothing! Not even one friend,
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My dreams were filled with yellow and gold,
Of toys and games that never grew old,
long live India,long live you
continue,continue,continue
soil eroding,water depleting,forest drying
Save tomorrow,saving glaciers,rain,dew
long live India,long live you
continue,continue,continue
world demanding globalisation
world making country,country of migrants
like big bang earth,moon,stars
unglue,unglue,unglue
long live India,long live you
continue,continue,continue
terrorist making sunset nation
terrorist making day,day of killings
like lightening strike
outdo,outdo,outdo
long live India,long live you
continue,continue,continue
We are all super heroes in what we do.
Exceptional deeds, not the only hullabaloo.
Among us are ones who truly have the clue.
Listen quietly and hear the words that accrue.
Listen as you read these words and the hue.
All men and women are created equal, so true.
Reality is we are also different, deliberately new.
Each and every one touches the other’s view.
Superman can fly, faster than locomotive too.
Underdog catches criminals out of the blue.
Pressures to be special can make life unglue.
Even super heroes have to take a poo.
Realizing this may sound pretty silly now too.
Have you gotten message, which I have drew.
Even super heroes have to pee and poo.
Reality, we all have special talents in cue.
Only you can find yours as you grew.
Even super heroes have to take a poo.
Spread the word, look out in the loo.
Just the awe of your charismatic sexual looks makes
the down part of me wanting to possess
and build a park beneath your fleshy covering.
My Junior’s ready to let your licks spoil nature’s tricks
and your play, be an impurity to such a serious intensity.
Even when my battery runs down, I’ll drain all the decency left in you
through the escapades of erotic mechanics and love making drills.
I want to pull your underwear and bring down those hidden strings;
I want to fly that suspicious top and raise the supports of your skirt
while your inviting bra becomes openly hopeless under my command.
I want to prickle your skin gradually from neck to your secret bifurcation
while my moving tongue with great incontinence
dances through your inside, rendering the formality
of your honourable body into serious jeopardy.
Your gradual lustful conformity to my passionate physical cravings
raises blood levels to a peak giants cannot handle.
The spread of your two legs, causes the springing of my third one,
nothing then can unglue me from the down side of you
and such a rare side you possess
speaks volume of the attractive value of sex teases.
Your dancing breasts, horizontally springing body
and sensual-sound making tender lips combined,
gives a private show in complete entrapment of magic and divinity.
Screams and unholy inter-plays, revolving in one cycle
centered by paradise’s gate of which its heavy locks are
broken by such a melting act.
Letting my small head be the executive chair
to your well spread bare buttocks
powered by a mood so classified and irreversibly hormonal
begins the event already at its midpoint,
causing the rainbow to be low-esteemed in colours and in pride.
The devil is a cunning and deceitful being
He plays on your weakness like a guitar string
He hides around the corner, sees when you come unglue
Then at you he comes smiling, saying, this one’s through
Now listen! Sometimes he gets you and have his way
But sometimes you fight, determined, I won’t sway
Last night he rose up like a lion and stood in my face
I stepped up, shoulders squared, a child of God’s grace
Stand back old Satan, from me get thee hence
I won’t retreat, I won’t surrender, stay on your side of the fence
I call on the Holy Spirit for divine intervention
Arms were stretched wide for a fallen child prevention
Don’t mess with me, old Satan, I have lots of clout
Stick with me, I’ll tell you what it’s all about
You see, Christ died for me and saved me from hell
I am now His redeemed child, my soul I cannot sell
Dear, Best Friend
Oh how I miss your precious face
Oh how I long to invade your personal space
Without you I feel so lost and out of place
Long overdue is your warm embrace
No one gets me the way you do
They never will because they're not you
I know you can feel it too
Nothing trumps a friend this true
Your presence I pine to grace
Lingering are memories no one can take or erase
Our souls are intertwined with the strongest of lace
If I haven't told you lately "I love you" just in case
They don't know the things we've been through
No, they haven't a single solitary clue
Our bond neither time nor distance could unglue
No one could come close to filling your shoes
My zesty, comforting, tasteful soul food
At my best or worst, can handle me in any given mood
When you're near I quickly change and check my attitude
For you, I'll always hold the utmost respect and gratitude
my life's tolls had unfold
was thirty eight or so
had to make some life's decisions
with fine tuned perssions
whether to keep this unborn child
or abort it and carry burden for a long while
was ready to tell the world the news
father was not happy and left my heart feeling blue
first words right out his mouth abort or we were through
twenty years given what was I suppose to do
even with my stomach illness I did not come unglue
I knew she was heaven sent and odds were going to be few
I was catholic and I just could not do
So I chose the latter and now me and the father are through
For theres no feeling in the world like holding your baby so brand new
And watching her grow into a young lady and having a family too
Tribute To My
Jenny Rose
Mama Loves You Peanut
Inspired By
Michael Jordan's Contest
Lets Get Untwisted