Best Ventura Poems
Your honey drips in baths of blue,
with seductive scapes set to woo,
Arousing aroma stimuli arise anew,
A vixen voluptuous Venus to subdue…
Mane of a lioness suave and soft,
provocative perspiration sent aloft…
With erotic eyes that capture oft,
sensuous seclusions within her loft…
With lips that taste like wicked wine,
quixotic quenching of the venom vine…
Bodacious breasts in their combine,
permeable performance will entwine…
The Orbs of passion ambiently attend,
risqué rituals of a burning biting blend...
Carnal kisses upon a salacious suspend,
gravitational goosebumps will ascend.
Nov.09.2019
Goosebumps Poetry
Sponsored by: Delilah Ventura
Placed 3'rd...Plus POTW...Thank You
The Bodhi Tree
I am a Bodhi Tree with branches reaching for the sky.
My cooling shade entreats a song, a lovely lullaby.
My roots run deep above and below the blessed ground
Where prayerful spirit looms my ancient trunk is found.
Siddhartha Gautama became Buddha beneath my tree.
In harmony reverent lines form to pay homage to me.
Enlightened beloved spiritual teacher of India’s grace,
My humble trunk was honored to smile upon his face.
5-24-22
Wisdom from Trees Poetry Contest~Second Place~
Sponsored by: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
12-31-19
I am a tree Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Delilah Ventura
Fear Of The Unknown
That sudden unknown, so unrevealing,
it's the tell-tale trademark of the one in question
as it sets off nerves in every-which-way,
plainly creeping aimlessly neath our epidermis.
Shock-waves traipse, recruiting ghostly minions to crawl hither,
steeping the fleshy folds with squirming eels marinade,
forever slithering downward and chilling our brittle bones,
while simultaneously causing us to gnash our pearly whites.
Until we came upon the realization,
that what had truly manifested itself,
was a self-induced fear that was so absorbing,
it had overwhelmed the mind in consuming anxiety,
losing control of our mental faculties,
proffering it free-will to buildup theoretical obsessions,
and alternate concessions.
2019 November 25
*1st Place*
Goosebumps
~~Delilah Ventura
English oak tree, named Quercus robur; though known as Her Majesty now
Named Majesty of the Woods; etiquette requires in my presence one must bow
Growing my branches outwards, thus enhancing the width of my canopy
Lifespan extended as I nurtured my limbs, stretching them horizontally
Its 700 years since my acorn was sown, as I slowly became Her Majesty
Supporting more wildlife within me as no others have my capacity
Hosting hundreds of different species whilst aiding biodiversity
Olden and ancient aged 700 years, my limbs now gnarled and knotty
Acorns grow great oaks you see ~ 10 million acorns just from me
Kerfuffles no longer occurring, decomposition is now obligatory
Written 1st January 2020
Contest: I am a tree
Sponsor:Delilah Ventura
Contest Strand Choice 5
Sponsor Brian Strand
1st PLACE
Goosies
Jennifer Lopez gets them a lot
when she listens to singers on American Idol.
Perhaps it happened to me a few times, but I can’t recall
the specific time that a song gave me the goosies.
Those crazy little pimples above which the hairs stand erect
most usually on our arms
occur when people are moved by things:
music, dance, emotions.
Also things that creep us out or give us great fear
can give us the chills or goosebumps.
My mother used to say, “When you get a sudden chill
for no specific reason, it means that someone
just walked over your grave.”
That happened for me just a couple of times.
Maybe my future burial spot is a little bit remote!
As I think and think about it, I can recall at least one time
this strange phenomenon known as goosebumps
caused not just my arms, but nearly my entire body,
to resemble that of a plucked bird!
It was back in ‘74 and I was with a small group of students
visiting the coast of the Mediterranean Sea off Spain’s beautiful Valencia.
It was late winter (or perhaps very early spring).
All my life I wanted to say I had swum in a sea far from America!
Though the temperature was extremely cold for swimming,
I dared myself to venture out into the Mediterraean that day.
As the others in my group dared only to poke their toes into the ice-cold water,
I submerged my entire body. What a shock it was!
Nevertheless, for at least twenty minutes, I lay on my back,
letting my body float and float,
drifting with the tide while making sure to keep close by the shore.
When I noticed the group was wanting to leave, I swam back.
As I sat in the bus with a towel wrapped around me, I shivered uncontrollably
and my skin puckered up as the hairs rose up on both my legs and arms.
I had been foolish that day, but I felt proud to say
I had swum in the Mediterranean Sea.
Nov. 14, 2019 for the 'Goosebumps' Poetry Contest of Delilah Ventura
on the edge
of sloped hills
i stand alone
limbs outreached
longing for warmth
as i shiver
within this cold
december breath
i am bare
colorless
and numb
snapping within
from the weight
that hangs
like icicles
from branches
of soulless life
grounded
beside me
my shadow
is falling
more shallow
in these darker days
surrounding me
where i struggle
to flourish
my boughs
almost kissing
the soil
of twisted roots
already deadened
the raven
has landed again
to test the weight
of my faithful branches
only to see
if i will surrender
and succumb
to the valley below
as a lifeless figure
like those before me
i stand my ground
colorless, naked
and alone...
december 22, 2019
I am a tree poetry contest
Sponsored by Delilah Ventura
This oak tree and me, we’re made of the same stuff.. Carl Sagan
why lean on my
unmoving breast?
breathe my rest...
climb my milieu...
hull me out
an adventure.
soar amidst
the forest of my branches.
i’ve squirmed as you shimmy up
and scream to be rescued.
i’ve dreaded the hearted-blade
score and singe in my bark.
you’ve left your bloody initials,
therefore, you’ve enslaved
yourSELF TO ME
in thorns and lichens.
i wonder when you kiss
off this puppy love
will you restore my health
or leave the scars of the past?
i wait eternally for your return
with roots sopping tears of regret.
perhaps your progeny approaches -
the wind whispers such vespers to me.
i ache ancient rings of arthritis...
crows nibble nebulously i fear...
in the end’s gratitude for sultry sun
and merciful cups of rain.
goodbye my dear. . .
the lightning strikes
12/28/2019
I am a tree poetry contest
Sponsor:
Delilah Ventura
i’ve goosebumps
bold and shrill
pinpoints that peak
my arms once relaxed
and warm
but shadows reveal
boy and father silhouettes
alongside the jagged fireplace stone
and a creaking uttered
in the bowels of the floor underneath.
i’ve goosebumps
bold and shrill
pinpoints that peak
i slowly
breathe
an icy breath
as if
room temperature’s
dropped
below freezing.
i’ve goosebumps
bold and shrill
pinpoints that peak
recalling
how my cousin
saw
the chair
rocking
with nobody there.
i’ve goosebumps
bold and shrill
pinpoints that peak
but from my innermost place,
i slap myself
a couple times:
‘put your big girl panties on’
i turn up the lights
*broadway on steroids*
and call down peace.
for though i can believe in such things,
my greater belief
supersedes.
my arms
are once again warm —
flesh and blood
prevails!
11/6/2019
Goosebumps Poetry Contest
Sponsor - Delilah Ventura
Stars play so pretty in your hair
As you lose your gravity to my heart
Planets spin lazily in the contours of your eyes
If I remove my face mask, will we be able to
breathe together? And if we are pulled apart would the
Universe fade out?
On the moon I promise you the earth and mean it.
You laugh.
I am very much in love until very much in love
Becomes a poem, very much in love, very much in
love,
Very much in love. Our love is the poem, every
line, every word. You laugh I love, I remember when
I held the door for you. I remember when I offered
you my seat. I remember when you took it. The
seat was my poem, my poem to you; better than
a carving on a tree. The seat ran on petrol, drove
around town, a mobile poem. My poem just drove
down Ventura Blvd. Since we broke up it searches
for other poems. i wish it luck.
I am,
the Cherry, my graceful beauty reminds all that life renews with fragrant spring blossoms
the Birch, thriving by the river of life
the Dogwood, dazzling all with my shades of color
the mighty Oak, standing strong for my loves
the Elm, with my inner strength and intuition
the Ash, tallest of all, tree of healing
the Pine, who brightens the holidays reaching for the stars of eternal life
the Sycamore, spreading my long arms to shelter all
the Apple, sharing my sweetness with all who come near
the Maple, delighting with my fall fireworks
the Willow, weeping for the ashes you buried at my base
and the sapling, clawing, fighting, stretching toward the sun to claim my place in this forest of life.
I Am A Tree Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Delilah Ventura
12/30/19
Children who smile in appreciation for the tiniest things
A feeling that I have been here before.
A peek at angels singing
Homeless man with Jesus eyes
These all give me goosebumps
Reminding me that the world is better than okay
Church hymns
Communication with those who love me
Spending a day with my grandchildren
All give me goosebumps
Reminding me that God is in the world.
All we have to do is pay attention.
Written 11-4-2019
Poetry Contest: Goosebumps
Sponsor: Delilah Ventura
Dedicated to Donald Duck
You are greatly admired
By the following
The deplorables
Kellyanne Conway
She will con you all the way!
Adolph Hitler
Joseph Stalin
Mussolini
Sarah Palin
Pol Pot
Vladimir Putin
Saudi Royals
Palestinian boils
Tayyip Erdogan
Rudy Giuliani
Mike Pence
Chris Christie
Fran Drescher
Denis Rodman
Jesse Ventura
Astor Mark Burns the fraud and con artist
Ben Carson, the brain surgeon who lost his own brain
Now that’s totally insane
Bechir Assad
Kim Jong-un
Dennis Rodmam, Kim Dongs boyfriend
Gene Simmons, Kiss my ass
Zoltan Bathory, stop the drugs man
Loretta Lynn a hick with redneck whims
Bruce Willis is an actor and a racist with no car(e)
Jessica Simpson is blonde and maybe Trump hasnt grabbed her kitten
Sylvester Stallone will soon be all alone
Unless Donald is gay then a bromance is etched in stone
Illusions of self grandeur
Fantasies of men born to slander
Trump is a sleaze and con and a fraud
If you buy in, you’re a chump and a sod
Stop and think, stop the drink
You have choices and diverse options
Build bridges not walls
In the end, together we shall all stand tall
Maybe not, then too late, we shall atomically fall
A narcissist and psycho of that it’s for sure
He takes charitable deductions claiming he is pure
As he evicts the poor and mentally challenged
Who voted for him while being tossed out the door
Notes: With rights come responsibilities, although this is always a balance it seems we as a society are very concerned with out rights and much less with out responsibilities. I encourage anyone who truly cares to go and find a book called “Berlin Diary 1934-1941” and read it. First it’s a personal account of the times, and any book that covers humanity and day to day life for me carries a more humanistic weight to the story, however the main point is this. Hitler said and acted very much in the same way Donald Trump does today. That educated men stand behind Trump as well as many uneducated ones, is sad, they are more concerned with their own careers than doing the right thing. Of note, The Bushes seem to have long before it was popular, distance themselves from Trump.
Angel dust, shower upon my head, so peace and harmony, may enter my soul
Releasing the thunder my dreams seem to scream, even while I see
For the beauty in your crystals, shine a magical dust, upon my heart
Taking devil dust, and dusting it away, so my lungs can breathe
Angel dust, if your list is long or your line has no ending
I wouldn't mind taking Aurora Borealis or a little Star dust
As, longest I'm on your list or at the end of the line
I promise to be patient, while touched by an , Angel
An Angel like you
Angel dust, shower upon my head, so peace and harmony may enter my soul
For the blessing you give, I will treasure each day, for you are my , Angel mist
Bad spirits they run, demons out the door, when they know your near
Angel dust, please don't disappear, for I will always keep you near
Delilah Ventura
Mon, Oct 8
2012
HAD FUN WITH ENTERING THE DICTIONARY FUN CONTEST sponsored by Delliah Ventura!
THESE ARE THE WORDS THAT HAD TO BE IN THE POEM
Abomination scorn Affection Passion Yearning
Struggle Attempt Cherish Relationship Flame
Taste Tender Inner soul Bloom Bamboozle
HERE IS MY ON THE SPOT CREATION!..enjoy :)
I was a woman scorn
Unknowingly cherished a relationship
where the flame was no longer existent;
where time flew by in the distance and I missed
everything in my life I intended
because I was accepting a me that depended
on him
I made an attempt to bamboozle the truth
and convince myself that he wasn’t screwing Kim
Ultimately I faked passion and lustfully feigned for affection
since I’d been betrayed
So, I got down on my knees and I prayed
I began yearning for knowledge of my Inner soul
I began to taste freedom and feel whole
The healing began and my consciousness rose - fresh bloom
It was no longer a struggle to end an abomination that would
prove to be a path of doom
No matter, what I have and I get,
No matter, whatever I achieve.
If success goes to my head,
And it provokes hate and regrets!
I am not free to be me,
Greed remains my impish glee!
If I am biased, I know it,
And find it logical for my benefit.
If I am not upright,
And have no conscience to confide.
I am not free to be me,
Just a dead soul’s shameless spree!
If I learn to quit,
And it becomes my habit.
If I point out your flaws,
And for myself, I forget all the laws.
I am not free to be me,
Vampire in me, becomes the signatory!
Life is a battle,
And if I don’t play a fair game.
If fear limits me and my creativity,
And this doesn’t set my spirit aflame.
I am not free to be me.
Timidity becomes the referee!
If I trifle with the emotions of those who love me,
And those who blindly trust me.
Hey! I am still not free!
I am selfish, yet I set a plea!
For me, freedom is “free to be me.”
And I shall be free when I conquest myself.
That’s the only key!
Yes! You do agree!
30/03/2019
Freedom to nothing to something Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Delilah Ventura