So many ways to say one thing
More than one way to turn pawn to king
Too many turns to the grocery store
Which turn shall I take?
Countless words to choose from
From sunrise to sunset
Too many ends to be met
With no end
So many ways to say one thing
How will I say this?
The paralysis of perfection pours
A whisper at first
Drown out by the delusion of desirability
Preserved in acid proclamations of praise
Beating echoes in snowy peaks
Peaking in phrases veiled in value
Pouring
Heavy
Heavy
Heavy
On the mountaintop
Failure
Failure
Failure
One weakened layer causing seismic shifts
Elephant echoes fragmenting snowy ideals
Triggering avalanches of lost identity
Slabs of fallen promises break loose
Forming a track of forbidden truth
Too much weight bids perilous
Useless words of compliment
Descend to a suffocating
Ignominious demise
Plagued by tiny
Thoughts of
Fading
Perf
ect
io
n
Cold at 10 c or below, will the teacher say
Theyre good to go? In driving rain or sleet
Real neat.? Frozen fingers faces and feet
Pushing hard, maybe devloping a racing
Streak.? On empty stomachs? To classrooms
Chilled.' A climate win? old Sunaks thrilled.'
Forget about asthma.' Septembers warm.'
A weeks a long time..He has been warned.!
Myocarditis now approaches spawn' young
Minds will learn, truth is not just a fleeting
Turn.'
Victorian mirror was extraordinarily romantic
women who discovered her were never disappointed
their wishes came true after her purchase
men flocked to them, for their desirability was heightened
a hundredfold
You are a stable boat on mighty river named struggle
This perennial river flows, sometimes calmly & sometimes fiercely
Dear boat, it is easy for you to maintain balance when river is flowing calmly with slight scriggles
Salute to you as you keep sailing with stability when river turns to be flowing ferociously
Brave boat, you are always on battleground named river surface
Battleground has whale shark warriors to swallow your stability
the wood on you is an iron shield that injures the warriors in each skirmish
Your unstoppable stable sail forward pushes the injured aside against their desirability
Bright boat, your white color is full of glitters
The glitters are confirming your success in each skirmish
The river is left with no one having vigor
The mighty scriggling river is now giving you path to accomplish your wish
Triumphant boat, for your wish, you have sailed through a long river
now your wish, the world of absolute is your final place of vigor
It all began in that building they call Leacock, in that place known as McGill.
It was there where you captured my heart, there where feelings for each other did impart.
I remember how I thought to myself, “What does she see in me?”, while you made me realize how sweet life could be, through passion and desirability.
Your skin touched mine and mine touched yours, as yearning intertwined with the unknown created intimacy, for we gave to each other that which touches the soul, is expressed by the heart, absorbed by the mind,
in a world of love, through the body’s passing in time.
Now sometimes I wish I could roll back the clock, even to those rare times when views conflicted with each other’s ways, when existence seemed simple, and desires were never old, in a world where aspirations were told, and the newness of what was, became that which one loves to behold.
But let me not dwell on the past, or for those sweet times to once again ask, for today all I want is to be in your arms and whisper, “I love you”, and have this feeling that is still in me, forever be.
If I where but a flower
I would completely overpower
Passion exploding upon slow motion
Burst forth gently, inducing satisfaction
Numbing pain, exuding pleasure, irresistible
Wafting flow, perfumed, appealing to desirability
Inexorable heavenly, stimulating senses, comforting
Hypnotic colours, psychedelic, evincing on persuasiveness
Lose yourself in me, find servility, you so want to be mastered
There is only one sweet moment, give in, indulge inequities
Explore taboo feelings, ride the storm, I’ll set you free
Allow my scent to saturate, permeate, predominate
Don’t try understand, succumb, let it happen
Relax unwind, in my redolent splendour
It cannot be sinful, for nobody cares
Nature does not judge, but gives
Never forget my essence
Have I not touched
Sheer fantasy
Pointedly
If I Were A Flower Poetry Contest
Sponsored by mystic Rose Rose
01/02/2021
Intelligence
First
I
Request
Uniting
Liberation
Equaling
Desirability
Thus
He
Emanuel
Would
Offer
Righteous
Lifesaving
Dominion
None speaks louder then the Lord
Cast not your fears upon man
For he is the ruler of this world
I cannot put myself above him
I cannot rule this world
I cannot and do not have his power
Thus, He is the ruler of our world
Thus, He is the savor of this world
Thus, He is our God
A shadow perversion on the prowl
You catch my fascination as you sit next to me
Salacious thoughts glisten fresh in your eyes
As the sun eclipses my blood goes thin
I’m shaken by the havoc she brings
Bite down with a feverous sting
Soulmates with venomous unchaste gleam
There emotions begin to throb
It is the sound of droning love
Swarmed up in a drifting haze
A converted woman caught in a gaze
Her black lipstick stains my bliss
Stuck together like Velcro
I find joy in her ecstatic screams
The fire’s light is are blazing yearn
Her unconventional kinkiness brings me thrill
You’re a greedy hex
Your fangs are sharpened, I don’t mind the pain
Just give me what I desire
Her arts been sweetened, may I have a taste
Her desirability heightened in infernal stockings
Every day I’ll come back for more
God requires God like servants
ones that seek His good pleasure
for God is fully all holy and true
looking for those likewise to His measure
Scripture declares God is holy
His servants must also be so
be holy as I am holy
this is required for to grow
To be holy as God demands
our desires need be spot on
having a real want to do it
to this God pulls us to be drawn
We need a true heart obedience
to believe and trust on our Lord
obeying when we feel like it
is not enough to strike God's chord
Holiness is being like unto God
in all His glorious godly perfection
not indeed possible in our nature
but in Christ we have holy connection
('Every man is as holy as he really wants to be' - A.W. Tozer)
Who are you?
Who are you?
What's there beneath. .
The man the lady of glory .. the scalp of idealism ..
Re-curved from desirability.
Who are you...
Constant youth of inter optimism..
You?
Who are you?
Soul smile , a helping hand?
Someone you feel mercy for?
You ..Waking up.
Yesterday was the same .
But yet it's another day.
Whats around you.
Undoubtedly..
You are still you .
Pantheress on the Prowl
She stalks her prey like a pantheress
on the prowl, confident and self-assured as
she glides into the room. She’s squeezed
into a low cut, body hugging, ruby
red satin wiggle dress, wearing silky black
stockings and patent leather stilettos, exuding unbridled
sensuality, the epitome of sexuality and desirability…
she stalks her prey like a pantheress.
Note: This poem was inspired by the Rock N’ Roll song, “"Maneater” by Hall and Oates released in 1982.
(Form – Enjambment posted as Verse – 8 lines with 7 words in each line.
The 1st line and the 8th line are the same)
12-04-2014
The Way Of Death
Only God and Lucifer,
comprehend this quiet place.
Where evil and corruption rule,
for the lack of grace.
Where night moves its shadow,
like a stealthy sprite;
and there is no thought,
of the desirability of sight.
Words, like leaves,
flow softly across the ground,
yet, never scratch the surface,
of this hardened mound.
The sun's warm rays,
will not enter this domain.
Nor shall seasons of virtue,
its habitation gain.
No light of wisdom,
with its life giving air,
can invade the solitude,
of this depressing lair.
No selfless acts,
of love and kindness here.
Deaths calmness rules,
this God forsaken sphere.
Time only brings increase,
to this lamentable condition.
The rotting corpse inside its tomb,
showing no contrition.
Lying still, without concern,
for any ray of light.
Sinking down to nothingness,
lost from heavens sight.
John 5:40 "Ye will not come to me, that ye might have life."
Rom.8:7 " The carnel mind is enmity against God...."
1 Cor.2:14 "The natural man receiveth not the things of the Spirit of God...."
I writing to appease to my inner senses
First may the thoughts feel
Will they harbor in some emotions
From gestures created by love
A grand craftsmanship
Next may I smell the salted sea
The wafting of a blown out candle
The inner workings of roses inside my nose
Outside do I see the lighthouse
Burning just for my eyes to see
And how I see the trees growing vastly
With leaves of gold in Autumn
I taste the honey from the courageous bees
Leaving joy to my taste of sweetness
And water so tasteless, but also oh so good
However the taste of mint
From the leaves of a plant
Is so cool in the mouth
And then I can hear
The destination of the animals and the sea
Morning doves and the dolphins bring glorious sounds
A pleasure to bestow upon me
All these senses compiled together
Brings an experience like no other
Full of life with exact desirability
I feel all of these
With emotions of grandeur I write
I chronicle these events
To bring enlightenment to my soul
And for all to see
The joys of my thoughts
As through any possible day
Russell Sivey
Contest: free verse (old/new)
Sponsor: SKAT - OZ
7/12/2013
I am not too well, he felt.
The flames chased him in charred landscape.
Fighting over, he pondered about the
crime within, the surge to find a nest hole.
A wounded pride where the salmonella hits.
You enter a slot for more enticements.
Any patch of vague tragedy among the barren
desirability, shares the accident with sacrifice.
Unhappy, you reverse the mode of retrieving
against the terms of swimming alone.
Where was the death’s arc to capture
the mistakes of life ? Was an archaism
sufficient to kill the untruth ? No implant
will enhance the height of achievement.
SATISH VERMA
I am not too well, he felt.
The flames chased him in charred landscape.
Fighting over, he pondered about the
crime within, the surge to find a nest hole.
A wounded pride where the salmonella hits.
You enter a slot for more enticements.
Any patch of vague tragedy among the barren
desirability, shares the accident with sacrifice.
Unhappy, you reverse the mode of retrieving
against the terms of swimming alone.
Where was the death’s arc to capture
the mistakes of life ? Was an archaism
sufficient to kill the untruth ? No implant
will enhance the height of achievement.
SATISH VERMA
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