A word ain’t worth a hill of beans.
Grafitti for computer screens,
a word can’t tell you what it means
(the thing it’s in existence for).
Each age forms self-defining views,
infatuations and taboos,
its West Points and its Waterloos,
but balks at what the butler saw.
The less that’s said, the sooner mended.
Nothing’s ever open-ended.
Some people want to be offended,
and so it shall be, ever more.
Better than the best by Adejola Joseph
Better than the best.
Lyrically incomposable
Infatuations of idealist
Permutations of scientist
Schools of thoughts of the psychologist
Variant opinions of mathematicians
Part of speech of grammarians
Miracles of the clergies
I am better than the best
Better than the best.
So you say and do things I don't get
I don't understand
You treat me in ways I'll never forget
I don't understand
Then other days I cant read you
I don't understand
Amazingly I see straight through you
I don't understand
Are you aware of your actions
I don't understand
Am I apart of your infatuations
I don't understand
What does everything mean
I don't understand
We're just like a movie scene
I don't understand
Why do you look at me that way
I don't understand
And you wonder why I stay away
I don't understand
You remind me of a light switch
I don't understand
Friendly or flirty which is which
I don't understand
How come you can't be straight with me
I don't understand
Especially if you don't see what I see
I don't understand
Your secrets and subtleties are way overdue
I don't understand
It's easy for me because I'm so over you
And this I do understand.
I speak of imperfections
as if they are attached to my heart
Ashes of beauty
with a motley of infatuations
Where is it that I fall in love except my soul die out not
My heart only belonging to one beauty its beat I feel
My wish to taste her swEeeet'ness
To feel her curves in passion
My dreams of desires reality
Where is it I love deeply in depths of my being
It is only I drop to my knees to pleasure her
To smell her scent upon me, feel her touch in softness
To kiss her lips between mine
Where is it I love except words I Love You do I speak
A heart, even in pain it lives the passion
An endurable extravaganza of life's spectacle
An illusion into depths of mystery dream
Darkness of our souls light up like star in night sky
Like a new found love,a first love
Excitement in distance the same to be near
How To Love except we ourselves are love
Emotions devoted to conquering mind control level
Fluids of infatuations indulged in minutes of time
To love or be love we strive to hold there
A heart's love,there is none no pure
Fall In Love
Firmer handshakes started out as friends
Amatory infatuations fell.
Lunar bulges causing my blood hearts flow protrusions
Logical fictions assail starting out liking yet,
Imperfect concord agree I think you gotta a hook in me
Nervous collapses assume pressure from my spirit mind
Literary rapports ascend thoughts of you and me caressing
Own inspirations fall yet longing for an embrace
Various kinds fantasy spinning through my reality
Ethnic divides redistributes from like to love this is truth
2/21/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
A cloudy summer evening
Love stories just beginning
Feigning infatuations
Heart inflammations
Words stuck in throats
Love letters on paper boats
Reasonable not to fall
Yearning eyes tell-all
Touch beyond doubt a crime
Thoughts of beloved sublime
A clandestine tryst
Too hard to resist
Greeted by roses in a secret garden
Heavy downpours smudging
Mascaras pardoned
Vows to go the distance harden
Nightingale laments in the twilight
Lovers dance to her tune all night
Lilacs whisper
Let there be light!
Dusky dawn brings a new era
Malalas' anointed with tiara
Pilgrims ringing their bells
Daisies bidding their farewells
Amorous letters do always tell
Forever yours mademoiselle
The petals’
Soft streaming
Aloft dreaming
Colors painted in mind
Lovers intertwined
Their taintless imaginations
Drainless infatuations
Obsessions with my feet
Reflections deep
Coves upon which
They meditate
Groves whereat
They levitate
Like sparkles, pink
Heartful sync with love
Ahhh!!!
*Foot Bath Chronicles*
In the midst of midnight dreams,
like a whisper, soft and subtle,
her soul floated like a butterfly.
Reaching the province of Paphian passion,
portraying Aphrodite's desire for Adonis,
solitude sighed with sensual delight -
her vibrations echoing in the silence.
In her forbidden flower garden,
tip of his tongue composed symphonies of
forgotten sensations and flowing verses -
serenading suppressed infatuations.
His soul kissed poetry upon her satin skin,
carving poetic sensations not heard before.
Two lovers embraced in perfect rhyme,
an innocence lost, but engraved in time.
Silent One
Simple Musing
25 November 2018
DEVOTION AND INFATUATION
My God, my God Lord
I am infatuated,
Infatuations,
my loyal enthusiasms,
love acknowledge devotion
7/14/18
©2018
TANKA IN 5 7 5 7 7 POETRY CONTEST
SPONSORED BY : THE POET DOCTOR
My eyes pierced into her thigh
Into the upper room of a hole
Connecting hell and heaven
I was introduced to infatuations
Hanging my thoughts and prayers
Through the imagination of her pride
I saw her nakedness through her look
Love spoke but lust became louder
I erected my body like a ghost tree
against a weak foundations, I fell
Not into love but into first sighting,
Into hedges of her fragrances,
My heart became plural of everything
heaven endowed her with.
My mind built her body systematically
I saw portrait of her nipples carved In
my mind eyes depicting song of adultery.
How she react to love making appeared
How she moan in pains as I tickled up &
down on her imaginative groaning body
My eyes drew in my pocket of thought.
I was lost in thought watching her move
Swiftly betraying my night embraces.
The shape of herself disappeared craftily
as I regained the ground of my posture
Ejaculating the tale of my eyes lost in lust.
©John Chizoba Vincent
A word ain’t worth a hill of beans.
Grafitti for computer screens,
a word can’t tell you what it means
(the thing it’s in existence for).
Each age forms self-defining views,
infatuations and taboos,
its West Points and its Waterloos,
but balks at what the butler saw.
The less that’s said, the sooner mended.
Nothing’s ever open-ended.
There’s people want to be offended,
and so it shall be, ever more.
Sometimes we should subtract ourselves, leave unsolving equations.
Overwhelming possibilities, numerical infatuations.
Infinite answers, solutions your overanalyzing.
Try different techniques, ideas can be tantalyzing.
Add some patience, multiplying consecutively.
Make sure you divide energy, distribute it equally.
Not a mathematician, or a numerologist.
Someone attempting solving problems that persist.
Did I ever love you,
or was it a figment
of my imagination,
'tween the light of
dark persuasions
thinking sentiments
would blossom, yet
fig trees froze whilst
lemon trees & magnolias
withered 'neath the rein
of your infatuations when
unkempt tables were turned,
back midst a chilly November
whence Spring never transpired
"Was I ever someone
Who could love you forever"
Inspired by Leonard Cohen's Did I Ever Love You
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uSuCWq0ruuk
Here is a place of mixed feelings, passions so high
Manipulating judgements, so blind, can't exactly say why
Such emotions so formidable, making you laugh even as you cry
Veiling your views, covering your perceptions, Oh what of such dye
A world of reality so fictitious, illusions so real, a land where hearts never die
Abounding wealth of passions and sentimental, a course on how you try
With achievements of yields in even seasons so dry
With its first touch making the soul engulfed in infatuations like meat in a pie
Affecting the mind, bringing such thoughts, telling the heart any possible lie
Racing beats of the heart through thousands miles
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