Written: March 13, 2024 For Andrea Dietrich Contest
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Happiness is the epitome of love and affection,
Happiness, a thrill bliss, soulful, with excitation.
Happiness must be sought, not idle, a lofty vow,
To love and be loved is the ultimate Elysian glow.
Happiness loop on a string, scented by divine love,
Scarlet roses, auric happiness from above.
Happiness from bliss inspires untapped reverence,
Elegant colors of true love and thrilled evidence.
Happiness in love embrace, hearts bear flight,
A symphony of joy, pure and bright.
Happiness in our existence we hold so dear,
To love and be loved is always, forever near.
Happiness is a garden of blooms in a dwarf abode,
Crimson shine dazzles each whirling blood lode.
Happiness is a waltz on emerald meadow view,
Uttering songs to those blooms of turquoise too.
Oh, True Inspiration! Where have you been
Can't you see the abominable shape my poetry's in
Bring back the celebration, the excitation
the fascination, the transformations
Huh? Whuss that? You're on permanent vacation?
Oh, well. Ho-hum. Back to 'social justice agitation'
Just on the cusp of experiencing joie de vivre,
the triumvirate of Crooks and Quade
figuratively swoop down
to announce re: inspection
of apartment unit B44
whenever they deem appropriate.
Thus series of unfortunate events
(linkedin with bull limey
Lemony Snicket bro)
got sidelined nsync with
contracting a minor bout
with deadly Amish Flu
symptoms found garden variety reasonable rhymer
bedridden feeling a little horse and buggy (ha),
incapacitated to craft signature poetry writing.
An honest to dog confession
regarding hiatus spewing forth
vociferous versatile vocabulary
mine words - worth their weight in gold
(told woofer I do not know), nevertheless
included perusing a gamut of reading material.
The passion to engross intellect
witnessed courtesy immersing
attention, concentration, excitation
gratification, intoxication;
knowledge prized more precious
than fine spun gold.
Likewise crafting (albeit painstakingly)
elusive notions that flit
to and fro hither and yon
(analogous to ping pong ball)
within parameters of
microscopically crenellated
sixty plus shades of gray matter
also constitutes fervent interest.
Encapsulated in a world of duty and obligation
I see no room for fantasy or imagination
no wind of September
can ever dismember
the longing I feel for illusion, fantasy and excitation
Only the stars of heaven can throw me a rope
at night when I sleep, its the only time I cope
the moon
is my woon
up there in the sky its the only thing that floats like hope.
September 23, 2021
Never know what lays unseen till you dare
Exit through the door I have feared so long
Weaving such a tale that has no compare
Beautiful destruction my life's theme song
Each time I boldly rise from the wreckage
Ghosts I thought laid to rest try to follow
Inattention quells their silent message
Not known to balk or in pity wallow
New cities and places excitation
Inside me grows, my soul's motivation
Needs constant motion without cessation
Great things are possible all in their time
Savoring all moments lightens the climb
01/22/2021
New beginnings Poetry Contest
Sponsored by John Hamilton
~ Certification Anticipation ~
Infestation
Germination
Mobilization
Bloviation-Condemnation
Agitation-Exhortation
Excitation
Confrontation
Profanation
Desecration
Litigation
Ruined Nation
Frag ta
men
tion
nature's finest gifts
bursting with sunshine and joy
taste excitation
What is this word, betrayals?
How did it come to be?
Is it simply something less
Than you expected?
Did your hopes and your desires
Fall short of your aspires?
Perhaps others failed their duty
To protect you?
Did the trust you put in
Someone fail you?
Have you suffered grave
Abuse?
Did someone close
Back-stab you?
Was your loyalty
Unrequited?
Was contract breached or
Just misunderstanding?
Did a lover’s indiscretion
Distress you to the core?
Does your object of affection
Now love you less or more?
Did secrets kept
Destroy you? Or
Surprise with
Joy and excitation?
Was concealment
Worse than truth?
What cost to hide
Even from yourself?
Speak your truth, but speak with care
The truth can set you free!
But there is
No guarantee!
"Three things cannot long stay hidden: the sun, the moon, and the truth."
Gautama Siddhartha, the Buddha
Incredibly mouth watering and beyond the mind’s procession
Neither time nor logic stands in the way as opposition
Eyes, the heart and body beat the lips in this sweet rendition
Favour, a deluge of blessings and multiple distinctions
For example, the great feeling from one-triple promotion
And an abrupt change so wide and distinct full of additions
Beyond beauty, in need of a lifetime for a description
Lost of words, floating in space, swallowed by this excitation
Expressed awe, covering all written and spoken definitions.
Cerebral magnetic attraction,
our minds are drawn to one another
I love the way your mind works,
as do you love mine
Mental synchronicity
is a beautiful thing to achieve
Blissful harmony
Our minds meld as one
when you merge with me
It feels good to think your thoughts,
things you desire of me
Then I reflexively know what to do,
how to completely satisfy you
With never a word spoken between us two
Let us touch telepathically,
look into my mind,
and tell me you love what you see
We are two corporeal bodies
Neural synaptic integration is how
foreplay to our lovemaking is done
Pure telepathy
You want me to caress your thoughts,
embrace the electrical energy
that your mind produce
I feel your theta waves
rise to the apex excitation phase
Orgasmic serotonin release
Pleasurable sensations
explode in our minds simultaneously
So in tune with each other empathically,
we stoke fires of desire with pure telepathy
This is how we make love in the 24th century
A whisper in the foggy night drifted into my dream
A suggestion of something sensual, erotic in extremes
A promise of eternity, of amour, and true romance
All it takes is for us to dance, the lovers dance
I woke and felt the chill in the breeze, but cool me it did not
For in my minds eye were images, my excitation escalating
Two souls were dancing as one, but neither spoke
All it takes is for us to stroll the lovers stroll
My minds eye looked even further, to see what I could learn
For once I eyed the lovers, I felt the longing in my heart
I had an eagerness to see the future, the things yet to experience
All we have to do for us, is to envision what the lovers see
I closed my eyes to cast out my wish, and prayed with all my might
That what I was envisioning, was you and I, on that special night
For if I never see you my love, I am sure I could not cope
All it takes is for us to hope, as lovers would hope
My eyes were quickly opened, by the passionate touch of your hand
Your face, like that of an angel, reminds me of the promised land
And now we are one, my dream, it did not miss
Always and forever my darling, we kiss the lovers kiss
FLOWER IN THE POT
Young girls,
When God made thee
He made thee with the richest soil of the earth
Where the remnant were found in the Eden
He now planted a glorious flower in a flower pot
To dame you when all man shall stand up for you
When the world shall dance at the party
In the celebration of your regeneration.
When you are fast asleep in thy teens
Thieves came in the form of date
And uprooted the flower out of thy ignorance
Now thy husband is asking
Where have all the flowers gone
When God shall ask for thy account
How the dame got missing
I searched along the corners of dating
And researched the hooks and crannies of the street of love
Where i came late to ask in a date
About the flowers planted in the dawn of thy form
When your cry brings excitation and shouts of joy
Flowers are no more, honours are dented
The beautiful ones were all gone
In the way of unaccountable dates
Remember! Matrimony held deep respect
When flowers in the pot is exchange with
A rings of holy matrimony.
THIS BEGS THE QUERY AIN’T LIFE BAIT
Take all the evil in your life that you have ever known
Remember every excruciating moan, grown and each broken baby’s bone
Think back over your life and count a million tears
Alas, to equal all of that one would need to surmount ten million years
they lure the little ones with candy, a lost doggie or a cat
A hunger for hatred was his house and bloodlust was his welcome mat
“come with me little girlie, where my whole house is a candy cane”
But how was a six year old to recognize an introduction to pure panic and pitiful pain?
And so she skips along and follows his route to sorrow
He’s done it a thousand times and may do ten more tomorrow
But that’s the ways of the wicked ones who weren’t just born to kill
They hatched and desired a plan until tiny toddler’s bodies lay next to him perfectly still
Perilous is the journey to destruction and desecration
Where buckets of blood and broken bones are a bastard’s excitation
They use candy, money, pity and promises as their bait
But aren’t we lucky this could never happen in a world we deem so fu***ng
great?
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Fingertip tracery on black lace.
The exploration of excitation.
Upon an all too…open face.
Fingertip tracery on black lace
Swollen, pulsing, damp, full;
The exploration of sensation.
Upturned hips, caste and pull…
Fingertip tracery on black lace
Curls moist with passion escape.
Thrust, grasp, reach, sigh…
The exploration of penetration.
The downward plunge, thigh to thigh.
Fingertip tracery ‘pon silken space
Parted pout, pristine place.
Pelvic motion, passion, embraced.
Throb, strum, pinch, and tap…
Exploration of exaltation.
In a lovers lap.
I tasted of temptation
With a pinch of infatuation
A touch of captivation
And a dash of imagination
With heaps of fascination
And a sense of excitation
With this newfound jubilation
You’re my favorite fixation
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