Written By: D. Collins 9/15/25
I'd wake up kissing you on your neck.
Then, slowly work down to suckle your breast.
Make every muscle in your body tense up and flare.
Treat it like candy because you're there.
I'd hug and squeeze until you felt my vibes.
Give you a dose of a real man wrapped up inside.
You should squeak and leak before going to work.
Completely juicy and moist before the insert.
Gently kiss your skin to send chills down your back.
Just because you're there, that's where I'm at.
Your sweet, warm body, butt naked and clean.
Is all the inspiration that I will ever need.
With dusk fall, fireworks began capturing the eyes.
Shooting spears rose high shedding fluorescent hues.
Confetti of sparks in rainbow colours were sprinkled high,
Etching scintillating designs on the panoramic sky.
All eyes were riveted up, feasting on the wondrous array.
The crowd stood aghast at the pyrotechnic display.
They rise and sparkle and crackle,
Shaming the nakedness of the skies
And the city, with one frightful flame of
Youth,
Burning with the zest of
Seasonal lore.
At Christmas, they salute the days
Creamed by snow and sleet,
Thrusting in us the wisdom of
Global ceremonies.
They are the lightning of Yuletide —
Lightning unaccompanied by rain.
Shaped in balls and spears, and lean
Fragments of flagrant colours,
They are armed with their own thunder —
Thunder that speaks volumes and calms the rage in
Frenetic dogs.
They are coloured paints splashed lavishly across the broadest
Canvas ever —black and seamless
We see through their lens, the running dusts
Of sparks,
The dancing circus of sky-circuits
And the happy wars waged on the frontiers
Of seasons.
They strobe around the cold earth.
New Year’s Eve is riddled with conundrums,
Waking sleepy souls to sneeze up details of
A frazzled year.
The heavens are lit up lavishly,
Electrified to stupor,
Reminding us of choirs that chorus to the tunes
Of life everlasting.
Carousels ride through our minds, young now,
Old tomorrow,
With sparks that shine this moment
And dim the next.
Such is life.
BOOM.
a puff of purple powder stains the pewter sky.
i sit, listening
to the whirring and fizzling
of the firey starlit, glistening
when the midnight clock strikes nigh.
a red light joins in the heavens high,
shimmering
and with a crisp, cool whistling
a tune as musical, magical as fiddling
that steals away breaths by and by.
when all is said and done,
and the burns in my retinas fade
when these make-believe stars no longer masquerade
little embers are here and there laid
riddled around, each like a tiny, broken sun.
when the conjunction has ceased to be fun
and each person begins to wade
through darkness thick and blood stained,
the embers are left to rot in misery made,
and the sky is left wondering in silence we spun.
July in America in 2025, so exciting, to be in July, starting our month off with a bang.
Lots of bangs from fireworks, people have already started to celebrate.
Celebrate our country independence, our holiday that we cherish.
The red white and blue, we celebrate, and remember this month in history.
To our amazing patriots, that fought for our rights, we thank them today with remembrance.
To George Washington we give our thanks, for having such a force that led us to this point.
To our amazing country that we love so much, let’s give it a cheer for the memories we hold near and dear.
Never will we forget, our great leaders, that fought till the death.
We will hold our flag, high and proud, with love and thankfulness for all to see it shine.
Yes, we are glad, to have such an amazing country, that we celebrate this day of independence.
July we are so high, with all of the memories you carry in time.
Making more memories as we go into the future, with the Red, White, and Blue, flying high for all to see, we love you eternally.
Thanking God, for today and forever by our side.
Whirlwind
Of summer embers
Stirs up
From the un-mowed grass
Swept by the brooms of July 4th fireworks
Booming distant in the furled city
Up high
To the tree tops
The fire flies rise
To the hunger of bats that swoop as spoons
Banging the pan of moon
More than enough for all
The stars
Lightning bugs
Moonbeams and bean wings
Consciousness everywhere
Our heads tilt
On their cracked bodies
Statues
Still standing
For a longer whisper
In the ancient gallery of this summer
My wife her husband
Hands freed from our marble robes
We
Ignite and hold
The gold of a sparkler
Close to our faces.
skies
crackle
beauty pops
blossoms brighten
nights
one
careless
utterance
manifesting
boom
18 June 2025
LIGHT UP THE LANTERNE
Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Nette Onclaud
My eyes swerved to someone
magnified my attention,
mesmerized in hyponsis,
felt like popping of faries bubbles down my mind,
couple of ladders to my comprehension,
I'm sliding smooth but hasty,
like adrenalin,
caught off guard.
Smelting of this cold layers on my motion,
lays softness to my curiosity
Thought future was fate determined,
yet this here shreded my expectations,
I don't know whether
I'm falling or drowning,
just can't seem to be landing,
I'm gobbling on gusts of my breath,
choking but in looping sequences,
sudden sinking to my understanding.
Can someone turn off this heat,
this wave burning and
pealing only in my presence,
just way beyond for me to contain.
Wish I could paint this image for the universe eye
but I'm without paint and brush,
in me is just some catastrophic
of epic proportions
#Poetic_Ink
flares
blast up
splash on skies
huge sparkling shapes-
Wow!
Fuse
Ignite
Cannon booms
Magick ascends
Light
Contest Name: Light Up The Lanterne
Sponsor's Name: Nette Onclaud
Date of Poem: 06/17/2025
Light Up the Lantern 6-18-25
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Fireworks
Bright
Glitter
Lights the sky
For a moment
Boom!
When it is the long weekend for the fireworks
The fireworks begins when the sky is darken
Some people gather in parks to watch fireworks
Others just watch fireworks from their homes
It last till the early morn
When people try to sleep
Noise on pets
They are scared
Whining
Scared
It was the first time
I heard the dove’s low call—
three minor notes
stretched thin across
a motionless prairie
on a shimmering hot afternoon,
the kind where even shadows
try not to move.
I felt like I should be
in mourning too—
but for what, I didn’t know
or had forgotten.
Black Cats and Roman candles
found no customers that day,
just heat, and a solitary girl
trying not to feel too much.
And later that same afternoon,
bruises of unknown origin
started blooming on my heart—
tender without memory,
as if the heat itself
had pressed something into me
I wasn’t ready to understand.
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