One of the keys to happiness is mental quietness
a perceptive covering that operates on all fellness
And shall not incite one's heart pound emptiness
Start by being enthralled, then settle into stillness
Flee out of bed. Your feathers will hasten your brashness
We went on a quixotic to the darkest areas, tasteless
The springs rate boom as it grows the sturdy femaleness
The splendor of a full moon hung in the space darkness.
Out of bloom cherries are primed for neatness.
Ranches with lovely shades and surface wetness.
Orchards of lovely colors and textures, readiness.
Divine clean lips send heavenly voice pureness.
Delightful rapt echoes of a vivacious life sweetness
Written: May 21, 2021
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
ALL YOURS (Jun 12) Poetry Contest
So deeply your kiss
penetrates my soul
exploring rivers
caves of emotion
valleys of passion
the gates of heaven
that lead to the pit
of my femaleness.
Our oneness, unique
profoundly in depth.
We generate hues
of red and orange
warm colors to call
the angels to watch.
Our total blackness
moves us to a beat
heartbeat of the times
explosive rhythm
of togetherness.
Moist are my thighs, legs
from your soft kisses
that put dew to shame.
You are total man
that loves a woman
totally quite fine.
4/16/2021
CHAPTER SEVEN
this seventh month… a handful of sun dust
greets my aurora skin, touching every
lace of foliage: buttered stems, blushing leaves,
soft-boiled branches with upturned eyes
silky in the veil of July’s palette
face. farther on,
i wanted to smell its rareness,
how my own raw eyes pass behind occasional
veins and wiggling ridges, wondering the
maleness and femaleness of their palms
receding then whirling underneath my
feet ,receiving the ancient chant of some wild
calm…
how intangible this soft fire in
my belly, splattering like auburn harvest
of wheat thrusting unto air
chambers of sun nymphet honored
in all shades---the emerald, garnet,
sapphire of paradise patch as if
saved from the kaleidoscope of month’s past,
slowly cuddling every sinner and lover the ember
that feeds on harps and cancer -zodiac stones.
. . . .
Contest no 300 Premiere
Pushed off a cliff,
Down a flight of stairs,
Lying shattered,choking,
In a pool of my own blood.
Defiled and degraded,
Knowing nothing of myself,
Other than my name.
I lay on the cold marble floor.
Absurdly,I thought that I,
Had achieved a state of grace.
Though trampled and gasping,
For I had obeyed my vows.
I castrated myself for my other.
Even sending him other women,
When my maturing femaleness,
Was not ripe enough for his seed.
A quarter of my life was spent,
Not in a blessed union,
But in self imposed imprisonment.
This man was my warden.
Kept confined by his passions,
Illusions,and masterful cruelty.
I had turned the key in the padlock,
And would never use it to flee.
My fate was sealed.
First by my wounds,
Then by the executioner.
Who would be called me.
satellite visions
crisp...sharp
three dimensioned
lying parallel
mood just right
aromatic candles
smooth curvy figurine
looking so sensual
moaning as she fein
each kiss rapture targets with extreme precision
enticing as she nibbles her fist
gaping slowly to conjure me
in and out
round and round
pulsating urgently
strategically tantalizing each reaction
slowly and smoothly
penetrating sappy love
molten with desire for entrance
moving as thou art dirty dancing
minus the dancing
adding provocative femaleness
performed to perfection
freely unmitigated foreplay
intensified ecstasy
planted
granted