At sunset, orange frescos on the west wall
Sink gradually into the bowels of hills flung
By distant wavelengths of a backward illusion,
Which yells silently at concupiscent terns,
Yodelling and returning from carnivals of the
Wild. From the faint glow, a rainbow stretches
For a cuddle, musing over a curious world,
Ditched by diaphanous tarradiddles of the odd.
Shadows on ground level travel on painted
Tars, recreating their bosoms on surfaces
Raven-black and soot-framed.
Seagulls welcome waves in one cracked voice,
Honking the horns of billed staccato.
Among able-bodied patterns of bituminous tracks,
Rivers, ponds, pools seek their faces on sun-flushed
Mirrors, which laugh at their fatuous inclinations
Mired by the sputum of drained rains.
I should have grinned when morning came
Atop posts of gaping day, with lunatics
Humming dirges of a broken world.
I remained glued to my gloom.
Rising from the pit of hell, I held
Concupiscent cats hostage.
The course of their waning speed of flight
Harmed my precisions.
From a boanerges' point of view,
Fierce elocution dampened by grey voids of
Unassailable haunts cripple the badinage of
Myths celebrated at dawn's memorial.
I weep through the voice of an alcove's
Muted spirit, one grace, forlorn and dew-wet,
Re-christened at sable-draped ceremonies.
Haunted by such recurring whims of deliberate
Schisms by harridans, I crawl on both knees,
Filching webs atop crests of arachnids.
I should have waved siesta's flag at 3 P.M.
Lush vagaries of new-sprouted greens yield to the
Mockery of phlogiston,
Leaving behind banters from drunken laughters,
Crackles from prostituting fires, meek and ailing,
And hells of sweat from my aching head.
Mother Mary of Design
By David J Walker
You are my Holy Grail
Pressing prefaced lips to
The concupiscent chalice
Passing eternal life from
Time to Time eternity
From mine and yours
The candle of our light
The cradle of our
Holy Seed
Adding to the royal line
Of the burning fraternity
God be with you
Mary the Mother
of all design
Concupiscent is from Middle English, from Old French, from Late Latin concupiscentia, from Latin concupiscens, concupiscent-, present participle of concupiscere, inchoative of concupere, to desire strongly : com-, intensive pref.; see com- + cupere, to desire.
Memories come back and are reminiscent,
Of being highly effective and self-sufficient;
Did adapt,
With no mishap,
Also, as well as efficient and concupiscent.
Jim Horn
I make a mockery of the chasm
I exult in my sarcastic enthusiasm
The space between us causes
A sweet reunion amidst the pauses
I feel a vicarious, carnal avidity
Awakening within me a certain lucidity,
An impetus to slake my yearning
To adorn my heart with your returning
Though I know that after I ignite
I will thus extinguish my appetite
I seek such concupiscent opulence
For this room's two occupants
Though I know this oasis is transitory
It's still such a silken and sumptuous story
Bow serpents and lions
Ingenerated from Demora’s shrine
Graced from Gia’s star
Blessed with serenity, strength, and beauty
Chanted by Diablerie monarchs
Dancing enchantress witchcraft coursing into Archellion blood cells
Evolving woman and beast of Strata, the cause of famine
Life sources shall drought and vex
For life of bondage, chained of carnage and sin has sewed into breeding hell
Now the blood thirsty nightmare Allison of unextinguished flames
With scarlet kin, eagerness to rise, eagerness to kill and rule
Look into her dead eyes it speaks fornication
Obliteration of man and woman, just to spite gods
For without their commoners, they wreck of rotten forlorn
Hail Azalia, she is bane cat-o-nine tails bedevil scourge
A disease to land barriers
Menacing birches for catastrophic centuries
Procreating canker bubonic plagues
Just to please her insidious deportment
Sprouting dispassionate vibrations, god deicide she is
Voices mourn unheard, shall remain unspoken
Azalia consumes this putrid sphere, forever mute
Don’t be hoaxed, she craved concupiscent, from that of vicious rays
Some parts of poem to think about using in other poems.
Mention Apprehension
What I really had been meaning to mention,
Is that when there is a lot of apprehension,
May bother,
Each other,
And always affected by all the pretension.
Jim Horn
With deep regret mind was set
And worse yet was deep in debt.
Hemisphere had been here year by year.
Adipose was gross dose by dose.
Battle, rattle, tattle
Enact, subtract, crack, lack
Animosity, curiosity, viscosity, velocity
Realize, stabilize, supplies
Ostracize, cries, vandalize
Surmise and surprise and realize
Validity, stupidity, felicity, complicity
Concupiscent, reminiscent, extent
Circumstantial, exponential, potential
Exceptional, perceptional, still
Convey a way today
Illicit, complicit, visit
Directed, selected, corrected
Devoid, annoyed, tabloid, destroyed
War, For, Anymore
Adore, deplore, ignore
Artistic, realistic, humanistic
Evicted, convicted, restricted, depicted
Rain caused water to drain resulting in much strain
Convey a way to display
Emanate and create a way to celebrate
Mettle, Settle, kettle
Riddle, middle, fiddle
Jim Horn
Spring
Concupiscent foxes tame their offspring
Me thinks this is the first sign of spring.
Bumblebees bombinate above-head
As myriad dark clouds evaporate.
Daffodils undulate to the Zephyr
Snowdrops coruscant like Blake’s Faeries
A kaleidoscopic vision of buds and blooms
In our brittle hearts, making a large room.
Melodic voices of our babes
Joyous and a utopia trace
Nightingales sing a sweet song
Larks perform a pagan dance to the first bloom.
At last, Mother Earth sheds its dead skin
All creatures; great and small sing spring.
Being Reminiscent of Concupiscent
Often reminds me of being reminiscent
Of days when were all concupiscent
With several great strides was glamorous
And also enjoyed being amorous.
After all actions were over and done
For President he did decide to run
And what will be his greatest glitches
Making fun of someone that twitches.
Gold Star Mother he badly abused
Her husband mishandled and misused
No matter what Trump was hell bent
On becoming next, new President.
Jim Horn
IT’S WHAT IT IS …
If every day you sleep in church; you may not know God
You are not necessarily spiritual; but you are pious
If you’ve grade 99.9%, you’re not most educated; but you’ve first class
You are what you are, and it’s what it is
When she exhibits temperance, then she is neither lustful nor concupiscent
When she’s apparently courageous, she’s neither hotheaded nor irascible
When she adds reason in action, oh yes she be prudent
She is what she is, and it’s what it is
Because he drives he is a driver
And in so far as he plays the flute, ‘flutist’ captures him
Because he plays well the inflated round leather, dub him a footballer
For that is what he is, and it’s what it is
Assuming I be easily deceived and very unintelligent; am foolish and simpleton
What if I be a schmuck or schnook, pity me for I am stupid!
Honest description depicts reality; but malevolent eulogies do not
They give either sheer flattery or mere insults; all in all, it is what it is
Yes! You’re good, because you are
You’re bad, just because you really are
Always, words may not express aptly
But come what may, it’s what it is!
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Please love, stay over there, while I stay posed on your chair.
Look at me with those deep brown eyes, as I take off my disguise.
My beauty for you is reserved, I'll show you the passion you deserve.
My tiny cami calls your name, as I wish for you to do the same.
Please love, stay over there, I feel your ecstasy as you sit and stare.
I know you've craved my adoration, while I crave your exploration.
Our concupiscent world of magic, has saved me from a life so tragic.
The desirous nature of our togetherness, has made us so powerless.
Please love, come over here...let's soar freely through our atmosphere.
~Date Written: March 3, 2016~
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Years passed, withal you stood ascendant.
Though many were their concupiscent sexual enticements,
Heretofore you remained earnest in unassailable chasteness.
Little did you know that your undoer is ready to strike at you.
At first sight, your heart intermitted;
On hearing her voice, your soul got excited.
At first felt exhaled breath, you veins got scorched.
At first touch, your mind got into nigrification.
Sensationally, you were ready to grant all my thoughts.
Why just a whistle could kill a soldier like you, you could not fathom.
After things happened, thence your enchainment emerged.
You turned slave but to the lustfulness.
The sight, breath, flesh, and touch became lords over you.
Without regrets, they pleasantly caress you to go against the Lord’s wills.
Now, whence cometh your redemption?
Voltaire says, “...a man is free the moment he wants to be”.
Only you can free yourself from your self-created incarceration
Set yourself liberated from the captivity of your negativity.
The background was muted and blurred as we dance
For all of our senses are numb save the heart
Vivid to me is your voice and your form only
For your presence swallowed up everything
Exaltation and music made our dance move fluid
And in our repeated circulation
We are suddenly caught by a whirl of tenderness
Pricking our hearts with excitement tip needles
Your concupiscent hold on my waist
Stirred sunken love granules in my stomach
It rose up and sent red strokes on my cheek
Only to reveal my hidden weakness
You just smile by the accidental confession
Yet I see in your eyes a sweet premonition
Flashes about you and I in varied style
Performing sensuous ritual for soul union
This is not a steamy dream you see?
To be seize by love is to conquer time
This moment is most precious to me
I won’t trade this to insipid immortality
can u imagine the passion of a everlastin love
above, lies all the secrets that
I never thought of
they will all erupt, soon enough,
but time can never be luck
I thought of it in my dreams,
but 4ever did it never become a reality
This love 2 me is all that matters,
it's a solitary anatomy
I am now feeling better than I'll ever be,
far better than a calvary
will I ever see love more concupiscent
than heavens peak, GOD, I know U're testin me,
A life without love towards another,
I call it a felony thats off beat
without a melody, Message 101, GOD
is sendin me, love cant assassinate me,
no. not like they did President Kennedy
the lack of love from hatin' souls is
killin' me, but should it be, it's not literally
Im lovin' life, I see it as an island
full of destiny
Love 4 me is 4ever, I call it my ecstasy